The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

In a collision, I flew and my shield was hurt.

Tied.

I grasped the knife and found that my wrist was slightly uncomfortable. I glanced at it. The position of the wrist bone was slightly raised. Is this... dislocation?

Recall that the impact of the force just now was indeed amazing, no wonder my hand bones and joints could not bear it.

Put your left hand on your right wrist, exert force with your fingers, push with a soft click, and your wrist returns to its place.

After shaking it left and right twice, well, it was completely okay, so he clenched Tachi again and rushed forward.

This time, I released more killing intent, and the power of swinging the knife was greater. I would like to see how many knives can be resisted by the big shield wrapped in white light!

Staring at the big shield in my eyes, counting the distance in my heart, facing an opponent who is stronger than me, I must do the ultimate calculation. Whether it is the distance or the angle of attack, it must be the most accurate and the most accurate. Accurate!

There were still three meters away, and I swung a straight sword and cut it abruptly.

The straight sword is very short and narrow, and it cannot cut things one meter away, but the rhino adventurer and I have a strong impact, and the speed is also very fast. Only when we swing the sword three meters apart can we ensure that. The huge shield hits before it reaches my body.

When the black-red mist that wrapped the Nauta sword collided with the white light that wrapped the shield, a piercing sound of nails scratching the blackboard came out.

The black-red mist and white light collided more than once, but I never remembered such a tormenting sound.

No, to use torture to describe it is a beauty at all, if I say, this sound is simply devastation!

Destroying me close at hand, destroying the teammates behind me, and destroying my opponents, as well as a crowd of onlookers.

All kinds of painful groans, verbal abuse caused by unreasonable anger, and the sudden outbreak of fighting because of the difficulty in restraining emotions are escalating as the voice continues.

Distracted and very painful, I looked at each other with the rhino adventurer who felt the same way as me, and stepped back a few steps, and the sword and shield separated.

The noise stopped abruptly, and the roaring crowd of onlookers regained their senses in an instant.

When they regained their sanity, they couldn't help asking the same question: "What's going on? Why are we fighting each other?"

The referee also shook his head and regained his sanity. He blew his whistle lightly to signal the game to continue.

No one knows what happened just now, even me and the rhino adventurer.

When we confronted again, both of us were in fear, for fear that that terrible sound would still appear. However, this time, the sound never appeared again. A dozen consecutive sword and shield collisions produced only ordinary gold. Tie Jiao Ming.

Gradually, he and I have forgotten the horror scene that happened just now. The collision of the knife and the shield, the black-red mist and the fading of the white light have also escalated and become white-hot over time.

Not only us, the two teams also started a stalemate as our situation escalated.

The crossbow arrows and the magic missiles keep coming and going, and occasionally one or two Qigong rounds will fly out, which is really dazzling, but at the same time I have to marvel at its splendor and gorgeousness.

Because the opponent's shield hand is entangled with me, the opponent's free agent can't express their own characteristics directly, and can only constantly shuttle in the team, resisting and destroying the magic missiles and feather arrows that attack the wizard, priest and archer.

He was able to carry out this security job with ease, but looking at his expression, he looked very unhappy. It is estimated that 80% of them are complaining that the shield hand has taken his position and limelight.

After fighting for more than ten minutes, I figured out the strength of the shield hand. His level is higher than mine and his strength is stronger than mine. But because of his professional characteristics, it is difficult for him to attack me, and because of his professional characteristics, it is difficult for me to get serious injuries. he.

This is the tragedy of the fight between the flesh shield and the fighters, and no one can do anything about it.

This battle wants to win unless there is a chance to break the defense, or to seize the opportunity to kill the opponent's output.

There are not many such opportunities...

...But there happens to be someone in the team who can create timing.

Phoenix!

Her charged Qigong bomb is undoubtedly the best weapon for creating timing!

A look was passed, and the phoenix tacitly accumulated Qigong bombs.

The white light flourished, a terrifying aura that could not be converged spread out, Phoenix's small face was serious, her arms were slightly closed, and a ball of white light gathered on her fist, in which countless rays of light lingered, it felt similar to the power of fading. Unidentified small white light ball.

"Yahyah-hey!"

The ball of light was released instantly as soon as it was punched. The ball of light, which was originally only a little larger than a fist, expanded rapidly during the flight, and in a blink of an eye it became the size of a wine barrel!

The white light whirled and whizzed, bursting out with a powerful momentum, and went straight to the opposite team.

Turning my head and looking back at the white light barrel, I was ashamed for an instant: This girl, shouldn't you confuse the battlefield with the arena?

With the fragile physiques of mages, priests, archers, and agile fighters, once hit by this charged qigong bullet, it is not a matter of minor injuries or serious injuries, but directly sent to the God of Creation to report. !

I wipe it, what should I do?

Can't you just watch the other side being destroyed?

They are the big adventurers' guild of Dasai City with no grievances and no grudges with us. If this happens, it will greatly hinder my future plans!

No, I have to think of a way, think of a way, think of a way, think... think about it!

Such a big charged Qigong bomb, I will die if I suffer it!

I admit that I am indeed endowed with super self-healing power, but I do not have super physical body, OK!

This is how to do?

Do you really want to watch and kill the dough?

Suddenly, a sturdy figure leaped high. It was an adventurer of the rhino race. He was covered in white light, his shield held high, and he greeted the charged qigong bomb.

Does this guy want to rely on a large shield and faded white light to block the Phoenix's accumulated energy qigong bombs for so long?

Can't he feel the magic and power contained in this charged qigong bomb?

Could it be that he intends to sacrifice himself to protect his teammates?

Or is he just trying to test his defense ability?

In constant thinking, the charged qigong bomb encountered its first obstacle-the big shield of the rhino adventurer.

However, in less than four seconds, the white light on the big shield shattered, and the charged qigong bomb crushed the shield surface with unstoppable power.

Behind the big shield, the rhinoceros adventurer's face was deformed. He gritted his teeth, grinned, and even exhausted the power of feeding.

However, how can he resist the power of the Qigong bomb?

Although he tried his best, his sturdy body that looked like a wall was still moving back.

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