Origin Player

In the forest.

Most of Jiang He's sword-scale snail dragon armor was destroyed.

The old man with the sword turned pale, and the part near his left shoulder near his neck completely disappeared. The superimposed penetration damage of the blood wolf smoke broke through his true essence sword defense, and a broken arm fell to the ground.

The soldiers of the palace shrank back. In just half a quarter of an hour, at least three or four hundred people were slaughtered alive, and their morale was on the verge of collapse.

Cao Jin closed his eyes and opened them again. He frowned and suspected that he was in a dream. The premeditated attack of the tenth in the world resulted in a broken arm. In the world today, except for the grandmaster, only three or four people have this ability.

"It has come to this, do you still want to forget the grudges with a smile?" The old man with the sword looked at the bandits, "I am just paying for my work, I am not as good as you guys who sit on the land."

A middle-aged man walked out from the bandits, his arms wrapped with silver threads. He was the deputy leader of the Daming Sect. Compared with the honorary Hong Zhou, he had real power.

"Let's go together." The deputy leader pinched the Dao formula in his hand, and with the cultivation of a top-grade Qigong practitioner, he gathered the blood evil of 2,500 soldiers and created three seven-meter-high killing Dao soldiers. Each of them had the strength of a weak master. Due to the use of secret techniques, silver armor appeared on the surface of these Dao soldiers.

The figure of the Black Mountain Tiger climbed up step by step, with bulging muscles and elongated fangs. This famous bandit in Yizhou was not a human at all, but a tiger demon in shape.

Cao Jin activated the secret technique again, golden light rose, and the Unmovable Mountain Technique was activated. He rushed forward with all his strength, as if he was carrying a small mountain on his back.

Six palm-length swords flew out of the old man's clothes. This sword-controlling technique was the unique skill of the great master he inherited.

Four masters surrounded and killed one person.

Jiang He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a dilapidated Taoist temple descended.

[Name: Withered Taoist Temple]

[Type: Spiritual]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Effect ①: After the Taoist temple descends, the enemy units within 50 meters will suffer 20 points of withering damage/second]

[Effect ②: Silver will, after the Taoist temple descends, the creatures below the silver level will bear the burden of will]

[Effect ③: After the Taoist temple descends, the self and the identified friendly units will gain 20 points of blood recovery/second]

[Effect ④: Immune to mental abnormalities below the silver level, causing 50% resistance to the same level]

[Note: Activation consumes 1000 energy points/minute]

Under normal circumstances, an ordinary person with a physical fitness of 5 has a life value of 100.

For values ​​between 5 and 10, each point of increase increases 50 points of health. For a superhuman with a physique of 10, the standard health is 350.

For values ​​between 10 and 20, each point of increase increases 100 points of health. For a superhuman with a physique of 20, the standard health is 1350.

The active spiritual skill, Ku Rong Dao Guan, can cause 1200 points of withering damage per minute. More importantly, this skill contains the withering will of the soul master, which has a strong spiritual suppression on the lower life forms.

In just a moment, the four people who launched the attack in the forest were shocked.

The six flying swords fell to the ground, the golden mountain formed by the immovable mountain collapsed, and the three seven-meter Taoist soldiers scattered. In an instant, under the crushing of the silver will, all kinds of secret skills collapsed.

The use of any secret skill is inseparable from the true essence.

What controls the true essence is not only the body, but also the spiritual will. This is one of the key factors for the Grandmaster to be detached from the world. They can use their own silver will to easily destroy the secret skills that the top-grade warriors rely on the most.

It was as quiet as death.

At some point, a large crow circled over the forest, holding a hide water bag in its mouth, from which a waterfall of fire-breathing ant solution poured down, and the Black Prison Mountain soon caught fire.

The raging fire was very layered, encircling all the soldiers and bandits, and spreading inward.

At the moment when the secret skills failed one after another, Jiang He, who had expected it, took out the Scarlet Baptism, and took advantage of the gap when Cao Jin lost the Golden Mountain to shoot his head with a shot.

Cao Jin died.

The wailing in the sea of ​​fire woke up the others.

The old man with a sword staggered and fled, encouraging the true essence sword energy to protect himself and cross the sea of ​​fire.

Black Mountain Tiger turned and ran. He did not use his secret skills after revealing himself, so it was the easiest for him to get out of the quagmire. He only stayed in the range of the strange Taoist temple for a few seconds, and his whole body felt as uncomfortable as if his skin was peeled off.

Only the deputy sect leader was present, sitting on the ground, with a weak smile.

"How could you let me go, right?"

Unable to use secret skills, more than 2,000 soldiers were trapped in the sea of ​​fire and could not form an array. This was the most vulnerable time for a top-grade Qigong practitioner. His physique was inferior to that of a low-grade warrior. At this moment, he was eroded by withering and had no strength to stand up.

"I want your Qigong practitioner skills." Jiang He said.

The deputy sect leader shook his head. He would die anyway, so how could he agree? The number of Qigong practitioners was much rarer than that of warriors, and their skills were naturally extremely precious.

Jiang He slapped him unconscious with a slap, and then locked him in a small dark room. According to Wuhe's intelligence and speculation, the player's item bag will evolve into a paradise as it grows, which is interpreted as a plane temple in Western terms.

Wuhe landed and asked, "Who are we chasing? Black Mountain Tiger is running towards Dangguan City, and the old man with a sword is about to jump into the river."

"Black Mountain Tiger, if we can't kill him, this bandit suppression can only be considered a failure. If we kill him, it can be considered a tragic victory." Jiang He collected the camel hump bag and the flame ant jade and said, "You go and keep an eye on Zhuang Ya. When it's over there, I'll teleport both of you back."

"Understood." Wuhe took off again.

Jiang He stepped across the sea of ​​fire. The initial armor protected the body from being damaged. After the battle, the number of blood wolfs increased to six. Each power was equivalent to piercing a shot.

Nympho

There is no moon in the night sky.

Da Da Son walked slowly to a open space and looked around with his hands. As a master, he still had the best of the four strange scriptures. Not looking at it.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"The county master, why do you want to hide."

The son of Yan Da frowned, and the rhetoric of the county owner was not strict. The other party guessed the general planning and purpose of the Yan family without any substantial evidence. This keen and vision made him particularly vigilant.

A ray of rain flew, and the trees were broken.

The host of the Yanyu Lou appeared on the treetop and surprised: "Why are you?"

Yan Dazi changed his color slightly. Of course, he knew the fourth in the world, but in the face of the situation where he and expected existence, he rose to the almost instinctual sense of crisis.

Suddenly, the two turned their heads at the same time.

A figure rushed to him, and his leg muscles cracking and overflowing blood, but still indifferent, his eyes were full of unforgettable hatred.

The enemy strikes.

"worship!?"

The son of Da Da recognized the other party, his pupils were tightened, and he could involve his own safety. He decisively patted the other party's heart. He dare to determine that this broken pulse is enough to kill the enemy.

The thin young man did not hide at all, and he was about to bite the other person, and the crispy and crisp sound of the crispy and crispy sounded in the abdomen.

The lord of the smoke rain was pale, and he made a light work.

The next second, a small mushroom cloud rose in the forest.

Fifty chaotic bombs exploded, and the prince Yan and thin youths were vaporized directly.

Outside the woods, Zhuang Ya shrank her head, and there was an empty coffin next to her. She was enough to swallow it after her original shape.

The crow flew from a distance and landed on the top of Zhuang Ya.

"The bonus calls us over."

"good."