Realistic Game

　　 "This is what Zou Peng said to resist the ring of fire? Why did you even go out?"

　　 "If the bison doesn't go, then just go by yourself."

　　 "Uh, I understand the truth, it's a shameful operation to use control skills as displacement."

　　 Moo! !

　　 When Ding Jin and Zhang Haobo were talking about it, the Buffalo Buffalo let out an angry bull moo.

　　 Purple flames rose from under the skin, and in a blink of an eye it enveloped his whole body.

　　 Ziyan brings extremely high temperature, and the grass and shrubs around it quickly wither and burn, turning into scorched black marks.

　　 And even Mo Lan, more than 20 meters away, could feel the hot temperature, which immediately made everyone more cautious.

　　 "It's getting bigger, everyone be careful."

　　 Ding Jin shouted in a low voice.

　　 "Be careful not to get too close, especially Zou Peng. The temperature of the flame is much higher than that of fireball, and it will burn you to death."

　　 Mo Lan said cautiously, and Zou Peng nodded immediately.

　　 According to Mo Lan's research, fireball's lethality lies in flames and explosions.

　　 But the temperature of the fireball technique in front of Zi Yan was utterly insignificant, and this had to make Mo Lan nervous.

　　 At the same time, Mo Lan was also slightly excited.

　　 Before Mo Lan tried to increase the temperature of the fireball technique, he couldn't do it. This is not in the adjustment range, and it is not clear what kind of spell node structure can produce high temperature.

　　 So that the direction of improving the temperature of the fireball and wall of fire spells has come to a halt, and when he saw the purple inflammation on the bison and felt the temperature, Mo Lan understood.

　　Chance...coming.

　　 Mo Lan murmured a little happy.

　　 "Come on, come on, I have to kill you today.

　　 Me, Mo Lan said it! "

　　 Mo Lan said fiercely.

　　 "If I can't beat you to death, then I'll... ask someone to beat you together."

　　 Before the words fell, the Bison Buffalo rushed towards Mo Lan.

　　 A scorching high temperature approached, leaving a scorch mark where the bison passed.

　　 Even though he was holding a water shield, Mo Lan still felt the temperature rise, and the water shield surrounding it quickly boiled and fluctuated, as if it might break in the next moment.

　　 Mo Lan's eyes were calm, his magic power poured out, and a wind blade quickly formed and whizzed away.

　　 At the same time as the wind blade attacked, Mo Lan began to build a ring of fire to resist.

　　 Unconsciously, Mo Lan commanded his hand, but found that the magical power along with the movement of the fingers could form nodes faster, thus forming the spell model faster.

　　 This discovery shocked Mo Lan's spirit, and he resisted the formation of the ring of fire a little faster.

　　噗!

　　The wind blade technique was pierced by the purple jade-like horns, the wind screamed, and the purple inflammation on the bison's body was hunting, but it was still firmly attached to the surface of the bison's body.

　　 Mo Lan saw this, and quickly activated the ring of resistance fire. The close bison was grinned with purple flames, the momentum of the charge stagnated, and he backed a few steps, and Mo Lan was lifted off again, successfully staying away from the bison.

　　 However, the water shield on his body was also shattered under the high-temperature flames of the bison.

　　 The water shield was vaporized as soon as it broke, and Mo Lan felt the blazing high temperature intimately, and his face remained unchanged as he watched the bison approaching closer.

　　 The fingers of his right hand quickly slid in front of him, and the Gale Technique adapted from the Wind Blade technique quickly took shape, whizzing directly towards the lake.

　　 And Mo Lan didn't stand on the spot, but rushed into the wind, multiplied by the wind speed, and flew out like an arrow from the string.

　　 "This is the spell that I'm talking about to restrain the archer-like physical long-range spell. When the wind blows, there is no arrow or spear target."

　　 Ding Jin: "...This is obviously also displacement."

　　 Zou Peng fell into silence.

　　 Zhang Haobo said aloud at this time.

　　"The strength of the perception spell is probably a third-level spell.

　　 So this bison is probably a level seven, or level eight and ninth level beast, should we help?

　　 Now Mo Lan has suffered a little when he died once. "

　　 Ding Jin hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, and looked at Mo Lan, whose expression was not messed up at all.

　　 "Forget it, Mo Lan himself should have plans. We won't move if he doesn't speak."

　　 The words just fell.

　　 "What are you guys doing in a daze, watching a show!"

　　 I will now weaken the flames and create opportunities for you to attack me close. "

　　 Ding Jin was taken aback when they heard the words, and quickly picked up their weapons and rushed up.

　　 Unknowingly, Mo Lan had already ran to the lake with the bison. Mo Lan, who had used the Gale Technique three times in a row, turned around and grinned at the bison.

　　 did not look back, yelled.

　　 "You three, all take off."

　　As soon as the words fell, Mo Lan pointed at the back of the Buffalo Buffalo.

　　The ink cartridge rotates, and the yellow light sinks into the ground.

　　 rumbling! Rumble!

　　 A major earthquake shook, and the lake beside it caused a thousand waves. The limbs of the bison within the scope of the ground splitting technique were unstable, and the quake seemed to be a little bit shaken.

　　 The three of Ding Jin, who were outside the scope of the ground splitting technique, landed, shaking slightly, watching the horrible scene dumbfounded, and came to support them.

　　 "Awesome."

　　 Mo Lan smiled faintly, the right index finger on his chest stopped sliding, and a ring of fire flew towards the bison.

　　 "Fuck, resist the ring of fire."

　　 Zou Peng squatted down and curled up when he saw the curse.

　　 The anti-fire ring erupted on the side of the bison's belly. The huge impact force made the bison's limbs slightly off the ground, and then it was lifted out and landed in the lake.

　　 "Moo!"

　　 The angry bull moo resounded, and a shocking scene appeared.

　　 The purple inflammation still burns even in the water, and the surrounding water keeps boiling, and the white belly of the lake fish is turned up, and the white mist is lingering like a burning mountain and boiling the sea. UU reading www.uukānshu.com

　　 "Moo!"

　　 The purple inflammation burned in the water, and it took dozens of seconds before it went out.

　　 "He is out of blue."

　　 As soon as the words fell, a high-speed rotating wind chasing arrow broke through the air.

　　 After the purple inflammation on the buffalo disappeared, it came into contact with the water and kept paddling towards the shore.

The chasing arrow came with a flash, the high-speed rotating cyan tornado lifted the water, the unbalanced bison in the water dodged the mistake, the tornado frantically tore the bison's head, and the solid arrow plunged directly into the bull's eye, causing it to make a sound of pain. And groaned angrily.

　　 Without waiting for the buffalo to react, a wind blade technique hit the buffalo's neck, leaving a not shallow scar on it, blood was flowing, and a piece of water was stained red.

　　 After two consecutive blows, the bison finally came to the shore, with its front hooves resting on the shore, and suddenly jumped up.

　　 "Moo!"

　　 The moment the bison landed, the rock shield formed in Zhang Haobo's hand was pulled up from the ground.

　　 rumbling!

　　 The fan-shaped wave made the bison's body that had just landed swayed from left to right, while Zou Peng, who had been waiting next to him, slammed his machete.

　　 Along with the wave of spells, a gust of breeze appeared on the scimitar and wrist,

　　 Immediately after the fluctuation of vindictiveness, Zou Peng's hand speed reached its peak.

　　 The machete in his hand stabbed the wound on the neck of the bison.

　　 No, it should have been multiple high-speed stabbings in a row, but it seemed that there was only one.

　　 The scimitar shattered, but the bison's neck revealed a scar with deep bones.

　　The wind blade technique makes up the knife, completely cutting off the last bit of vitality of the Warcraft Bison.

　　After the bison struggled violently, the four white smoke scattered into the bodies of several people. The four people looked at each other breathlessly, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha!"