The black-skinned youth is very wise, and even a fool can see that the two waves of summoners and berserkers are hard stubble.

He wasn't really afraid of them.

I just feel that if you really want to fight, you will have to pay the price of casualties.

It's better to steal the chicken directly, and after getting the Apostle Mark with a very high strength, then go to the battle.

Sou!

However, just as the black-skinned youth slipped away and approached the mark, a silver spear pierced them like a meteor.

Rumble!

Although it failed to hit the youth.

But when the silver spear pierced the ground, it exploded with a very huge explosion!

"Who!"

The young man tensed his nerves instantly.

The power of that spear just now is not weak.

And the energy that bears the mark of the apostle is obvious.

Sou!

Another spear pierced through.

This time, the young man saw the figure of the man, a native of the Apostle Island with dozens of spears on his back and a three-color mark tattooed on his body!

"Elite Monster!"

Not only did the young man discover the native, but Zheng Yu and those berserkers who were flying in mid-air also discovered the elite monster.

Other ordinary natives simply don't have the strength to compete with the professions for the apostolic mark.

Only the elite blame natives have this strength.

And, the elite blames the native...... There are three apostolic seals!

The spear that could explode was obviously the power of the Apostle's Mark.

"His grandmother's, dare to snatch Lao Tzu's mark!"

Bitter Han also saw the elite monster natives and the black-skinned youths who wanted to steal chickens while they were fighting.

"Damn, it's a quick fix!"

"Someone is going to steal from us!"

Bitter Cold scolded.

Then he burst out with great strength, and his speed increased extremely quickly, and he kicked the war bull head in the chest, kicking the war bull head dozens of meters away.

Then he said to Zheng Yu: "Little summoner, don't fly in the sky, although we can't beat you, but your strongest summoned beast has been defeated, either leave or come down and die!" ”

Because Zheng Yu always sat on the body of the giant winged spirit butterfly, flying in mid-air, the berserker's axe couldn't be thrown so high, and it couldn't hit Zheng Yu at all.

Zheng Yu said with a smile: "Who told you that this is my strongest summoned beast?" ”

"Not the strongest?"

Hearing this, Kuhan frowned.

The strength of the war bull head, he recognizes, this is not the strongest summoned beast?

"Moo-"

But what interrupted his thinking was a familiar voice.

"And, who told you that the war bull head was defeated?"

In terms of hand-to-hand combat of life and death, the bull head has never lost the war.

Reckless bloodline, the more remnant the blood, the higher the combat power, the longer the battle, the higher the purity of the bloodline!

In other words.

Now, Bitter Cold is facing the whole body of the war bull head!

"Moo-"

The head of the war bull let out an angry cry.

Being kicked away is an insult to him!

Because he is the front row of his own master!

It is a shield that blocks everything.

It's a war machine entrusted with a mission on the battlefield!

Even if you die in battle, you can't fall!

"Hahaha!"

"Good!"

"Then let's fight!"

Only by personally feeling the fighting intent from the war bull can we know that powerful momentum, which makes Bitter Han enter a state of excitement again.

At the same time, a wall of fire blocked the other four berserkers who wanted to help.

"Did I get you out of here?"

Zheng Yu's voice appeared at the same time as a dragon groan.

Incineration creates walls of flame.

The Flame Dragon turned on the flame aura, the Fire Snake Hell, and attacked indiscriminately, not only the four warriors, but also the black-skinned youth and the elite monster natives.

The flames directly scorched the entire range of the Yellow Mark.

The high temperature flames caused various damage values to appear on everyone's heads.

Professions have different levels of magic resistance, and the resistance effect of the equipment, as well as the distance from the Burning Flame Dragon, can also affect the damage value.

To be honest, the effect of the double halo, hitting the professional, is not as high as Zheng Yu imagined.

But with thousands of injuries per second, they can't withstand it.

"Shield of Light!"

The priest in the black-skinned youth team strikes, the group shield, and resists the flame aura.

"Elemental Resistance!"

The Mage also raises his staff, increasing Fire Resistance to the Professions in the team.

The two skills went down, barely resisting the range attack of the Burning Flame Jiaolong, although there was still damage, but this continuous damage could be made up by taking medicine.

It's not so easy for the Berserkers.

It was very close to the Burning Flame Dragon, and there was no priest, no mage, and almost no assistance, so he could only hold on.

"Grass!"

A bald berserker who knew that he could not continue to be trapped within the wall of fire, or he would be chronically tortured to death by the aura of fire.

So the axes slammed together.

While!

The sound of the iron striking and the howling of the wind rang out at the same time.

A whirlwind visible to the naked eye, centered on him, spread in all directions.

It really blew the wall of fire open.

The other three berserkers saw their chance and scurried out of the wall of fire unharmed, finding the flameman who was releasing flames, and slashing them with axes.

"Roar—"

Before they could get close to the flames.

The dragon blocked their way.

Sou!

Sou!

Sou!

Sou!

The Goblin General in the rear also shoots arrows with plasma.

In an instant, the three berserkers were facing the Flame, the Dragon, and the Goblin General.

"One-on-one, it's fair."

Zheng Yu lay on the body of the giant winged spirit butterfly, watching the chaotic battle in mid-air.

War bull head and bitter cold hand-to-hand combat.

Other Berserkers fight against Flame, Flame Dragon, Goblin General, and his combat squad.

Around the imprint, the elite monster natives alone stopped the group of black-skinned youths.

The elite with the three apostle marks blames the natives, and the combat power is a bit outrageous.

Fortunately, thanks to the obstruction of the elite monster natives, the black-skinned youth could not enter the range of the imprint.

Now it's up to us to see which side will happen first.

As long as one side has the upper hand, the whole battle situation will change.

Zheng Yu still had a sixth-order talent executioner that he hadn't summoned, waiting for the moment when the battle situation changed.

But it was not what everyone expected.

It wasn't any one professional who changed the tide of battle, nor was it the elite monster native.

It's the imprint itself!

……