Chapter 67

There is no strict classification of professions in the game, because you only need to wear the appropriate equipment and have skills with high proficiency, and then you can become any class.

The degree of freedom is extremely high.

In other words, if you are good enough to be proficient in all class playstyles, and you can also have a full set of all-class equipment, and you have both money and leisure, then you can even play the all-class mastery of the loose play.

Although Fang Shiyi is naturally not proficient in all professions, it can also be regarded as rough.

After playing a game for a long time, you can naturally figure out what to play.

So even if it's a tank's taunt skill, he has it.

Iron fist door stunt, lion roar Zen finger.

Under one finger, there will be an echo.

"You, come here!"

Fang Shiyi jumped out and shouted.

However, when this shadow man saw such a frizzy young man, he was not afraid at all.

I even think it's a little funny.

He almost laughed when the finger was aimed at him.

"Louder than loud?"

"It's just a kid's trick."

Is anyone really by such a child's trick?

No way.

However, before he could laugh, he suddenly felt a burst of anger from his heart.

What happened?

He wasn't angry, he just thought it was funny.

How did the body move on its own.

His body involuntarily raised his fist, and he was about to punch him.

Fist?

Even if you want to attack, you have to use skills, right?

The shadow man uncontrollably attacked Fang Shiyi.

The so-called attack depends on possession, and defense depends on protection. Only by using the skills brought by the possession of spirit beasts can he have great power as a human being. Otherwise, if it's just a fist......

That's not much different from ordinary people's fists!

Fang Shiyi seemed to have known that this would be the case, so he only said: "Good come!" ”

The sword and shield in his hand had already been prepared, and with the arrival of the fist, a shield was called out to his face.

"[Eighteen Kills of Blood Knife], [Eighteen Shields Fight]."

"The tactics of a thousand armies, [Bloody Thirty-six Styles]."

The left shield and the right knife, thirty-six consecutive strikes are directly hit.

No matter how hard his body's defenses are under his protection.

It doesn't matter how thick his blood is under his protection.

Even if his attack power is not enough, but - just kill directly.

After a set of thirty-six styles, he continued to fight in all directions.

Then [Nine Styles of Shield Fighting] and [Ten Slashes of the Big Sword].

And then......

Then Lu Wuying stopped playing!

Regardless of whether he would be affected or not, the shadow behind him directly used a move [Shadow Explosive Bomb], and the violent shock wave exploded Fang Shiyi, who was fighting the Infinite Connection, and even because it was released from his side, he would suffer more damage.

However, he has protection.

He squirted out a mouthful of blood and wiped it with his hand.

"It's just internal bleeding."

"You just need to get the treatment of the spirit animal, it's easy."

In comparison, Fang Shiyi was much bleaker.

suffered a blast on the front, and the front of Fang Shiyi's clothes was also damaged a lot.

Of course, it was his body that was even more devastated than that.

Without protection, his body was wrapped in blooming scars, which looked hideous and abnormal. His face was covered with blood, and the appearance of this bloody battle made people feel like he was almost dying.

Fang Shiyi looked at this man deadly:

Even if he restricts his body, if he doesn't restrict the shadow, can he not be completely controlled?

The plan for Infinite Connect failed.

However, he also has a plan B.

As soon as his mind moved, he "accidentally" let out a cry of pain, but as if he couldn't show weakness to the enemy, he swallowed his voice in pain.

This miserable appearance is seen by this man, and he will not be sympathized with at all.

He just snorted coldly:

"Be nosy, remember to see clearly in the next life, who can be messed with and who can't be messed with."

But after killing someone, I felt that my emotions were cathartic a lot, and I was a lot happier all of a sudden.

He didn't care about those weak spirit beasts, but turned his head and left.

And at this time, I'm afraid that Lu Wushuang has already woken up, right?

A true master will never fall twice in the same place. So his means of escape didn't work the second time.

Gotta get out of here.

The wormhole that connected the two secret realms and suddenly appeared, I don't know how long it can last.

When he made up his mind to leave, he suddenly heard the wind.

"[Soul Tide]!"

In the midst of his shadows, dozens of black shadows flew out again, each black shadow facing each wind blade.

Perfect defense.

"Such fine control, if you have such a strong ability, why do you want to be a poacher?"

"You're not dead yet?"

He suddenly turned around and looked at Fang Shiyi, who was covered in blood, frowning.

When a normal person is injured by this, he is already seriously injured and falls to the ground, and then waits for death, right?

"Luckily, not dead yet."

These words were uttered by him with great strength with his weak body.

The voice was floating, as if it was the last cry of the soul before it left the body.

But even at this time, Fang Shiyi did not show pain.

He smiled softly.

Against the backdrop of blood, the exposed teeth looked unusually white.

Dazzlingly white.

Dazzlingly, it seemed to be able to pierce his dark shadow.

"What's your name?" He asked suddenly.

"Fang picks up righteousness, picks up picks, and righteousness is righteous."

"Lu Wuying, you can remember this name and then die."

Lu Wuying admires this kind of person very much, this kind of person who can even defeat death with his own will.

It's clear that I'm going to die, but I'm still holding on.

Now, though, it's time to die.

Out of respect, he said that he would send Fang Yiyi back to the West with the most powerful attack.

A sphere gradually condensed in Lu Wuying's hand.

"Is it still [Shadow Bomb]? But I'm not a sword and shield anymore. ”

"Twelve, use the [Light Blade], sword shape. The green jade ruler releases rock spikes to interfere. ”

Fang Shiyi whispered.

This is an instruction to the Twelve and the Green Jade Ruler, not to Lu Wuying.

Just now, he was blown to the ground by a bomb, so he took advantage of the situation to insert the green jade ruler into the ground to help himself up.

You can hit an infinite combo with a tank, but it doesn't make sense if it's interrupted.

Then he'll have to come up with another way of playing.

Holding the iron fan in both hands, it had grown into twelve feet three inches and three lengths, and at this time, a huge [Light Blade] was released.

This is no longer a one-handed sword, but a two-handed broadsword.

Although a big sword is also a sword, many big swords have their own sword moves, and many swordsmanship can't use a big sword.

Among his moves, the proficiency of the big sword is not very high.

But he still picked up the great sword.

This time, he was confident.

Lu Wuying saw Fang Shiyi holding a big sword and smiled secretly.

Sure enough, it's tender.

It's too tender.

If he suddenly attacked with such a big sword in the battle summary, maybe he wouldn't be able to react, but now that he got it out in the first place, then he won't be hit at all.

Such a bulky sword, as long as you grasp the distance, then you can definitely kite to death.

He smiled evilly, maintaining the condensation of the shadow bomb, but his mind was already on Fang Shiyi's footsteps.

He's ready to show off.

First it was a kite, and then after he got close, he stuck a hopeful blow into himself, and then he was eaten by the [Shadow Bite] he secretly prepared, and in the end, nothing was done-

The despair of a dying man who is trying his best and still can't do anything is wonderful.

How delightful it must be!

He smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Fang Shiyi also smiled secretly.

"Twelve, maintain the [Light Blade], and then use [Shelling]."

"Hidden weapon move, [Rainstorm Thirteen Style]!"

Fang Shiyi grabbed the sword bone iron fan with both hands, and the thirteen fan bones that formed the fan were directly launched.

It's not a sword move, it's ......

Hidden weapon!