Chapter 122: The Spirit of Life

Under the gaze of the eyes all over the sky, the green leaves in the hands of the witch grass prophet trembled violently at this time, and a green beam of light the size of a bowl was like a column of water that swept through the space, rushing towards the most concentrated position of the people hanging the pot, and the few talismans at the front of the crowd didn't even have time to scream, they turned into a few white lights and were sent back to the city.

Xue Qingfang's face changed greatly, "Knights and warriors are on top, and those who hang pots are behind!" ”

Seeing this scene, I hurriedly flashed around, and the light of the Ice Feather Sword skyrocketed, and with a light volley on the head of the Witch Grass Prophet, the dark blue lightsaber lingered in a faint wind whirlwind, and fell around the Witch Grass Prophet, allowing him to be violently imprisoned.

"Roar!"

Any target who is imprisoned cannot move and release skills, but it can still carry out ordinary attacks, the witch grass prophet turned around with a hideous face, and stared at me with slightly bloody pupils, "Boy, you are looking for death, I am immortal, and you are about to be sent to hell!" ”

The green leaves are lightly fluttering, and there is a layer of red light floating in it!

Licking the slightly dry corners of my mouth, I subconsciously took a step back, but the green leaves in the hands of the Witch Grass Prophet rose in the storm, like a sharp knife, cutting down on me, and suddenly my shoulder hurt, and the damage number flew up from the top of my head-

“857!”

The boss's attack is very sharp, and in just a few clicks, the three knight shields around me were bombarded in pieces, full of cracks, but fortunately, the number of knights present was very large, and someone soon re-put it on me.

Just when the boss attacked, I was already ready to heal the skill, and when the dust in front of the eyes of the Ice Spirit's dry pot hanger had not dissipated, his wrist flicked, and a soft green light crossed the river of life, recovering his health of about 500 points, and at the same time, the Ice Feather Sword slashed at the body of the Witch Grass Prophet, and several green points of light were shocked by the huge force.

The Witch Grass Prophet snorted coldly, and the green leaves in his hand were like flying knives, shooting towards me, and then flying back into his hand, dealing about 700 points of damage.

"DPS is at full strength, and the knight is here to protect the Hanging Pot!" More than a dozen people were killed one after another, and the pressure of Xue Qingfang was also very great, so he immediately changed his tactics.

Not far away, a group of mages and archers kept dancing the weapons in their hands, releasing long-range skills, especially the Soul Breaking Song, as the first rune master of Red Void City, his damage was even more remarkable, and he almost attracted the hatred of the boss, but fortunately, my attack was also very powerful, flat slash + sword swing eight wilderness, and soon the hatred value reached more than 90%.

"No wonder you can get Wuxuan's appreciation, it's really powerful."

The snow flew lightly, leaving two frost blood marks on the body of the Witch Grass Prophet, and then flashed back again, and a faint voice echoed in the field.

As soon as the skill CD arrived, I immediately had another roar of ice and fire + breaking the water, both of which were very violent skills, and the body was covered with ice and flames at the same time, the witch grass prophet was trembling with anger, but he couldn't kill me in seconds, no way, there were too many pot hangers present, although its green light wave was a long-range movement skill, it still couldn't penetrate those knights who were known for their meat shields, and they couldn't kill the pot hangers behind them, so they could only attack me angrily.

Mo Qianqin chuckled, the tip of the staff was filled with a faint ice mist, and the next moment, a small ice dragon condensed around the boss, and his body shook and exploded violently!

“793!”

Ice Dance is a one-turn skill of the mage, although it does not have any special effects, but the damage is very terrifying, and it is known as a nightmare for archers.

"Be careful, hurry back!" Looking at the pale green formation outlined under the feet of several archers, Xue shouted lightly and loudly.

But it was already a little late, and with a wave of the green leaves of the Witch Grass Prophet, several vines burst out of the ground and strangled upward, except for the orange MM who had a particularly good consciousness, the nearby archers were all killed in an instant, leaving a few corpses.

This is a blow without warning, and although most of the hatred is attracted to me, as long as others attack, it will never reach 100%, so the occasional convulsive attack of the boss becomes extremely unpredictable.

"Get out!"

Seeing that the witch grass prophet shifted his gaze again, I let out a low cry, my arm trembled slightly, and thousands of wild rays of light bloomed, causing the boss to retreat again and again, and the angry latter waved the speed of the green leaf to the limit, but the dozen or so hanging pot people behind me were treating all the time, and they were as high as 1750 health points, and it was difficult to be lost in seconds.

"Tut, the original investment was too worthwhile, and now Feng Ling Tianxia can already resist one side." Nebula Phantom projected a silver needle in his hand, his expression was very pleased, at the beginning, he was still a little apprehensive about offending Tiansha for a rookie who was just starting out, but now it seems that it is undoubtedly a very cost-effective deal.

"yes." Chi Luan tossed the dagger in his hand and chuckled, "Wu Xuan is really an old fox, offending a painless Tiansha and befriending a person who may establish a super guild in the future, no matter how you look at this deal, it is really a super bargain." ”

On the other side, Tiansha Lone Star had a gloomy face, and the conversation between Xingyun Phantom and Chiluan was listened to by him word for word, but Xingmang's combat power was much stronger than Tiansha, and now there were three or four hundred people, so he could only swallow his anger and pretend not to hear it.

"Boom!"

The Ice Feather Sword slashed through a frost arc and slammed into the body of the Witch Grass Prophet, leaving an off-white trail immediately, and as a price, I was also pushed back a few steps by the Witch Grass Prophet's green leaves, and it was two or three meters away before I stabilized my body.

"Sword Trail!"

With a mistake on the sole of his foot, his body crossed a zigzag trajectory, and several swords slashed at the body of the Witch Grass Prophet in succession, bringing out a series of damage numbers.

Behind him, Xue lightly commanded a group of archers and talismans to attack remotely, and the boss's blood bar gradually moved, and after half an hour, the 50-level gold-level BOSS only had about 6% of his qi and blood left, and the equipment repair charms in my package were also used, and there were only a few left, but those who hung the pot were very powerful, and they didn't let me have empty blood.

There was a layer of frost spreading under the feet of the snow lightly, and those purple bamboo shoots that had grown extremely vigorously had been frozen into ice sculptures, he shook the snake-shaped double blades in his hand, and said with a smile, "There are still 6% of the qi and blood, everyone work harder, even Xiao Yihan's guy has not established a guild, we Bingluo must be the first!" ”

Tiansha Lone Star raised his heavy sword and frowned slightly, but when no one was paying attention, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, as if he was happy about something.

Boundless Falling Rain waved the spear in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, "NND, that madman of Snow Light Madness, without being prepared, actually dared to challenge the level 50 gold-level BOSS, if it weren't for Feng Lingtian coming up, I'll see what he would do." ”

Tang Bing and Boundless Falling Rain are not familiar with each other, but knowing that he is my friend, I have to laugh dryly next to him, the two people in the field are his bosses, and there are some things that he really can't say.

"Woohoo!"

Countless arrows rushed out of the air, interspersed with the body of the Witch Grass Prophet, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, the Witch Grass Prophet's qi and blood brushed straight away, roaring angrily and raising the green leaves in his hand, and the rich green light expanded and contracted on it, but it was interrupted by my sword array lock dragon, and there was no chance to release it.

Looking at the BOSS's less than 1% of his qi and blood, Xue Qingfang breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were filled with a little excitement, and the establishment of a guild would attract more players, especially when there was only one guild in the entire main city, the strengthened ice spirit was very likely to occupy the top three guilds in China!

At this moment, the Prophet of Wucao suddenly knelt on the ground, his hands folded, and the green leaves were sandwiched between his palms, as if he was praying, "Purple Bamboo Forest, my thousands of years of nourishment have made you successful, and now is the time for you to repay me!" ”

The palm of the hand lightly pressed the ground, and a series of green veins visible to the naked eye emerged from the ground, converging towards the place where the witch grass prophet was, and in an instant, the green leaves in the hands of the witch grass prophet seemed to be growing rapidly, turning into an emerald green bamboo, and after his fingers rubbed lightly, a little edge appeared, from the tip of the bamboo!