Everyone: Switched assassins, all have god-level passives

"Little brother, thank you for saving me!" shouted the berserker.

In the face of the berserker's call for help, Liu Ming's eyelids didn't move.

This kind of person, I have seen a lot in my previous life, do you think you are still a student?

"Made, I remember you! I want you to look good!" Eventually, the berserker was caught up by the Hellbringer and taken away in a few clicks.

Before he died, the other party did not forget to threaten Liu Ming, and hated him for not helping to block the boss.

"The engine is destroyed. Liu Ming shook his head.

I didn't want to make a move, but now it's better to rush to give myself a head.

The boss is now bloody, and Liu Ming can harvest it with a knife, but he is not in a hurry to make a move, but waits for the boss to slowly return to full blood.

Although the boss's attack is not low, it is not painful or itchy when it hits Liu Ming, and the speed of blood loss cannot catch up with the speed of Liu Ming's blood recovery.

As for the six resurrected corpses of Sartre, Liu Ming didn't care at all.

Something that disappears automatically when the time is up, so there's no need or need to waste time.

The boss quickly returned to full blood, and Liu Ming made a phantom raid and jumped to the boss's side.

With a knife, the boss will directly lose blood.

Two seconds later, Liu Ming attacked again, this time jumping directly from the left to the right of the boss.

"It's equivalent to jumping on the spot, but it's okay, anyway, few people can carry a few knives now. "Liu Ming solves the boss with one sword.

[Sartre Hell Messenger has been killed, please exit the dungeon within ten minutes.] [

Congratulations, you successfully killed the boss and dropped the Corruption Stone.] 【

Congratulations, you have successfully killed the Sartre Hell Messenger and obtained the Silver Chest*1.】

"Corrupt Stone, what is that?" Liu Ming saw a purple stone on the ground and immediately picked it up.

[Corrupt Stone]

Level: Normal

Effect: Reduces the carrier's full stats by 1.

Description: Stones from the Misty Forest, after being corrupted, appear to have undergone a mutation.

"Lowering 1 point of full attributes, so weird?" Liu Ming was a little dumbfounded, but still put it away.

At the same time, several people killed by Sartre's Hell Messenger are also reviewing their mistakes.

"Wang Yong, what did you run away just now! If you hadn't run away, how would we have been wiped out. The mages in the team spoke, dissatisfied.

"Can I be blamed for this? If Zheng Kai couldn't stand it, I would have run?" Wang Yong was also dissatisfied.

When the shield guards in the team heard this, they didn't say anything.

"The state of the boss is obviously not good, if you hold on for a while, I will be able to kill it. I just ran away, hey. Now it's going to be fought again. The mage was still dissatisfied.

"Could the boss have been killed by the assassin just now?" asked the clerical in the squad.

"Impossible! A level 10 assassin, even if it is a turn, it is impossible to kill the boss alone.

"That kid, if he doesn't die, he will be blessed with a big life, and he still wants to kill the boss. Are you kidding?" Wang Yong objected, his words full of disdain.

"Yes, our fifteen-level group has been wiped out, he is a ten-level, how can he kill the boss alone. The mage also agreed with Wang Yong's opinion.

"Made, if it weren't for that kid making trouble next to him, the boss would have been killed by Lao Tzu a long time ago. Wang Yong threw the pot directly to Liu Ming.

"Hmph, I'll come out later, I want him to look good. "Wang Yong is arrogant.

The next moment, Liu Ming's figure appeared in the stronghold, just on the opposite side of the team.

"Boy, you're dying too soon. Wang Yong scoffed.

It only took a few minutes for him to be teleported, and sure enough, he was a rookie.

Liu Ming glanced at Wang Yong, didn't bother to pay attention to it, and left directly, preparing to enter the dungeon to practice his skill proficiency.

"Made, dare to ignore Lao Tzu. Let's go, let's also go down, we must teach this kid a good lesson.

"Let's go, it's not good to wait for the boss to be robbed." The mage chimed in.

It's just that there are a lot of them, and when they came to the portal, Liu Ming just entered the dungeon.

"Five people, Sartre dungeon, normal difficulty. As the captain, Wang Yong spoke.

"Sorry, the Sartre dungeon on Normal difficulty, since the boss has been killed, it takes 10 minutes to refresh. The dungeon teleporter said.

"What? The boss is dead!

"No, how can that kid get in!" Wang Yong suddenly thought of Liu Ming.

"What do you say about him? People are entering a copy of Sartre on a difficult difficulty, so it's naturally okay. The copy teleporter explained.

"A copy of Sartre on difficult difficulty, this is impossible!" Wang Yong was stunned when he heard this.

What kind of concept is this, it is too unbelievable for a level 10 assassin to challenge a difficult dungeon.

"By the way, the Sartre boss just now was killed by him. The dungeon teleporter added.

"What?" the whole team was stunned.

The boss they didn't kill for half a day was easily solved by a level 10 assassin, which is too fake.

"Impossible, this can't be!" Wang Yong looked depressed, unable to believe such a fact.

It's a shame that he was ashamed to teach this tenth-level little assassin a lesson.

Now it seems that he is a clown who jumps off the beam.

Liu Ming, who was in the dungeon, naturally didn't know what was going on outside.

However, even if he knew, he didn't care.

It's just a few passers-by, not even classmates, and 99% of them will not meet again in the future, so there's no need to be angry with a little contradiction.

Of course, if they had to die, it would only be satisfying.

Liu Ming wandered among the dungeons, constantly practicing with Sartre to improve the proficiency of Phantom Raid.

Every time you perform a Phantom Raid, you will increase your proficiency by 1 point, and a Level 5 Sartre in a difficult copy has 1200 HP, and after deducting 50 HP, Liu Ming can cast it more than 20 times.

A simple raid close range does not trigger the passive effect of Annihilation, which allows Satydor to survive for a moment.

Moreover, after getting close, Liu Ming immediately stopped and opened the distance between the two sides, waiting for the cooldown time.

In order to avoid accidental injury, he even put away the thundering knife.

Although it can still attack, it greatly reduces the attack under the effect of inertia.

Of course, there are occasional misses when you accidentally kill the fifth-level Sartre.

Although the health of the tenth-level Sartre was higher, Liu Ming was too lazy to move, so he directly practiced with the fifth-level Sartre.

Once, twice...... The proficiency of the phantom raid continued to improve, and the fifth-level Sartre was also tortured to death by Liu Ming.

Liu Ming's strange performance naturally attracted the side eyes of the other awakened people in the dungeon.

"This stupid boy, came here to practice his skills?"

"It's still quite creative, Sartre has thick blood, but his attack is low, which is very suitable."

"Judging by his skills, it looks like an assassin. It is estimated that there is no one to form a team, so I can only rub experience here. "

......

Liu Ming ignored the discussions of the melon-eating awakened people, but practiced his skills wholeheartedly.

One level 5 satyr can bring 25 proficiency points, and when four come down, the proficiency of the phantom raid will break 100 and successfully rise to level 2.

The second level of Phantom Raid has the same slowing effect and duration, the maximum distance has been increased to 20 meters, and the minimum attack interval has been shortened to 1.8 seconds.

As for the damage, it has only increased by 10 points, there is nothing to say, and Liu Ming is not lacking this damage now.

The more people watched, the more people who owed.

Liu Ming was brushing monsters, and a berserker passing by clicked it directly with a knife.

"What do you mean?" Liu Ming's face sank.

Although it was only a Sartre, it ruined his interest and made him very unhappy.

"The hand slipped. What, you have an opinion?" teased the eighteenth-level berserker.

The four companions around him also watched coldly, and even laughed at Liu Ming.

"It's really tiring that a tenth-level garbage dares to make a book alone. "

How can you be so insulting to garbage! Someone still wants garbage, assassins, does anyone want it?"

"Hahaha! That's right, you can only brush it here." "

The teammates of the eighteenth-level berserkers unscrupulously ridiculed and belittled Liu Ming.