Black Wizard Zhu Peng

Boom, the two-meter-high fat giant beast fell under the combined attack of Zhu Peng and Yiwen. Its huge body spontaneously ignited in the rapid melting, emitting tiny light particles like glowing fire, but these spilled magical powers were not enough. To float, but quickly dissipated. Some of them were absorbed by the professionals who killed monsters, while the other part was swallowed by the witch net system.

Zhu Peng did not use the soul trap. A broken soul crystal requires one hundred gold coins and it also needs to cut the body to increase the load. At least mutation, elites and even bosses are required for them to be qualified to be made into cards by the bound souls. A large number of miscellaneous soldiers is not enough to pay back.

　　 "Huh...I remember that your race is an elf, right? A natural high-sensitivity race, how come it fought like a she-wolf? It's hard to clenching your teeth regardless?" He breathed, and said without looking back.

　　 However, the girl's slender body suddenly hugged Zhu Peng from behind, just as he was surprised... Yi Wen bit on the side of the neck of the man in front of him.

　　 "Ahhhhh... let go, let go."

The battle in the field hasn’t stopped. Although it’s really painful, Zhu Peng didn’t care about the elven female lunatic who was hanging on his back when he saw the timing. He held the gun in his right hand and threw the gun forward. The blood-stained javelin was there. The queen pierced through a small goathead and slammed on the goathead wizard who was casting the spell almost unabated.

　　 It is hitting the willow with the guardian of the goat head demon on the other end. This classic combination of distance and closeness makes the experienced Huaxia swordsman also struggling to deal with the inability to quickly resolve the battle.

　　 Zhu Peng threw a javelin, and the Sheephead Demon Wizard was interrupted. The thunder circle that had just been summoned collapsed, and the current from losing the spell restraint almost knocked down a small Sheephead Demon around.

　　 Liu Yidao's swordsmanship of the secret strength series is almost instinctive in grasping fighter opportunities after all battles. Some gray eyes flashed with cold light, Liu drew a knife to avoid the thick and fleshy scalp, even if he was stabbed by a dozen knives, the guardian of the sheep's head was still undiminished and brave, and the whole person turned into a piece of snow. The crescent moon flew obliquely, and for a moment he didn't know how many fluttering blades he swung.

The group of small goatheads who were jumping around by the spilled electric current almost exploded, dancing and smashing in the snow half empty, while Liu Yidao directly slammed into the vicinity of the goathead wizard. The old man exhaled, and the surging dark energy that made Zhu Peng envied suddenly rose:

　　 The light of the Xueliang knife almost shined past the seal of the Demon Dragon King in the sky in an instant, and the multiple layers of knife light slammed on the vitals of the sheep's head demon wizard without fail.

　　 Liu Yidao and the goat head demon wizard were close and separated for an instant, but the audience almost stagnated.

After a while, the Goathead Demon wizard who was first backed by the spell and then stabbed by Willow with a single blow, exploded with a number of deep slits on its body, spraying out blood mist, and then raised its head and fell into the snow. It was killed in a flash by Liu.

As soon as the leader died, the small goat heads around immediately lost their spiritual leader and fled, but the fat goat head guardian wielded a weapon and rushed at Willow again. It doesn’t matter anymore, it’s simple. And the chaotic mind was filled with killing besides killing at this time.

　　 Willow made a full blow and then slightly adjusted his breath and raised the sword to fight again, and a jackal man carrying a two-handed axe cooperated with him to pounce on the violent goat head guardian.

　　 The overall situation was settled, and only then did Zhu Peng have the time and spare energy to pull the female elf still hanging around his neck by her neck.

　　 "What's up? You were bitten by a werewolf or a blood clan?"

"Huh... Didn't you say that I am like a she-wolf? What happened when I bit you? I bit. Why is your skin so hard and tough, it hurts my jaw..." While talking, Izeng While rubbing his chin, he seemed aggrieved.

　　 "Of course it will be harder to bite. Do you think I have practiced hard qigong for so many years? Fortunately, I still can't cultivate dark energy, otherwise you will lose all your teeth."

　　 When Zhu Peng finally took Yi Wen off his body, the guardian of the goat head had been chopped off by Liu Yidao with the cooperation of the jackals.

The Toxic Throne is a demonized realm, and there are almost no normal creatures that are not powerful enough, or in the endless abyss bordered by the five dark realms, except for the plane that has just been swallowed and has not been digested, there is almost no existence in the endless abyss Weak creatures, because weak creatures simply can't survive in that absolutely cruel primitive dark ecology. Either mutate and evolve or die out, and there is almost no third way to choose. Therefore, the other aspects are not enough. During this period of time, a group of five people have been eating salt water soup and compressed biscuits almost every day. Although these military compressed biscuits are theoretically nutritious and have a variety of flavors.

But after eating for half a month, the five of them still felt acid reflux in their stomachs. If it weren’t for the flesh and blood of the monsters here, most of them would ignite spontaneously after death. Zhu Peng really wanted to cut off some of the monster’s flesh and blood to experiment with dark dishes...in case it tastes good What?

"Even if you are really gluttonous, hungry and stupid, you can't speak to me because I'm a cook. You bit me to death and eat it raw with salt?" Huo Dui Beside, a pair of men and women are reading books back to back against the fire. A fat and sturdy western chubby dragon rolls around them in the snowdrift. Bailong naturally likes ice and snow living environment, the low temperature here The environment makes Xiao Bailong "Nuxue" extremely excited.

Zhu Peng flipped through the books in his hand, while tracing the crazy woman who bitten people madly in the afternoon, because the "Anonymous Sword Art" given to him by the Soros family steward Tibbers had almost been memorized throughout. It’s just that Zhu Peng believes in the idea of ​​“reading a book a hundred times, it’s self-revelation”. While memorizing the sword art, he reads the original text to compare the insights in his mind and chats with the female elves. Maybe a flash of thinking will make him He realized a certain mystery of this set of basic exercises. This is the 21st century learning method: brainstorming and divergent multiple thinking. When meditating and thinking hard, it is easy to fall into the horns of thinking inertia, so it is the premise of maintaining concentration. Reconciling it down is more conducive to developing ideas.

　　 "After eating biscuits for half a month and soaking in salt water, the birds faded out of my old lady's mouth. What's wrong with taking a bite of you to taste the fishy smell? I'll bite you again tomorrow."

　　 "Shouldn't the elves be generally vegetarian? Why are you, Yiwen, so different from the legendary elves!?"

"……Ha ha."

　　 The other party sneered and didn't answer, Zhu Peng stopped saying anything, and looked at the book in his hands more intently. According to Zhu Peng’s current understanding of Wuming Sword Art, this set of exercises is an introductory set of fighting Qi teaching materials, if there is anything special about it, then it involves a wide range of aspects: wind fluctuations, water The rhythm of the book, the unrestrained thunder, the unrestrained fire, and even the most partial light and dark vindictive fields, the practice methods of this book are all involved.