The Great Conqueror

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boom……

All the strength was concentrated on the feet, and with a heavy touch, the body suddenly rushed into the air, grasping a habitual relaxation. Generally, when a bird flies into the air, there will always be a subconscious sense of relaxation, and this moment is enough to make an attack.

Indeed, even Santa Fepo is the same, five meters is generally a safe distance, and he has an innate talent for flying, so he will demand more from himself.

But looking at the figure that bounced up from the ground quickly, he was still startled, and suddenly jumped another meter, narrowly dodging Zou Liang's swift grab.

bump.

As soon as Zou Liang landed, he bounced away quickly, and three arrows swept across the ground.

Just like what Murphy said, the ship almost capsized in the gutter, if caught by a master who is good at fighting, the archer would really be the meat of the chopping block.

Santa Febo, who was in a cold sweat, was also a little angry. After all, there are two competitors of the same level below. If he loses here, he will be lower than the other party. This is so cruel in the world of orcs.

Zou Liang aimed at the ground and started to shoot wildly without reservation. Unless the opponent has wings at this distance, there is no chance at all!

In the beast spirit world, each archer has ten arrows in his quiver. Unless it falls into the opponent's hand, as long as it flies out of the battle altar or lands on the altar, it will return to the quiver, which is equal to infinite bows and arrows, which is quite buggy.

Zou Liang also understood this, grasping the arrow empty-handed?

He wanted to...but that was courting death!

An arrow of this speed is much more difficult than entering a sword with bare hands, and the opponent's arrows have a considerable chain between them. If you try to catch an arrow, you will be hit by the following bow and arrow in all likelihood.

That's courting death.

No way, the battle turned out to be one-sided. On the battle altar, the guy known as the beast god Yanwu was shot by the eagle archers and ran all over the altar. His judgment and speed were indeed amazing, and his movements were even more exaggerated. He used both hands and feet, jumped and jumped, and dodged with all his strength.

It has to be said that his level is indeed very high, allowing Santa Fe Bokong to have a high attack attack, and it is a waste of time for a blind man to light the lamp without any worries.

Murphy couldn't help but shook his head, "It seems that I really don't have any skills at all."

This is a draw. Maybe the fighting ability of this meat target is really good, but it is limited by its innate jumping ability, so it cannot attack the opponent. For a strong person, failure is failure, and any reason is useless. If it is him, even if the ultimate height of this eagle clan is seven meters, it is still within the control range under the super jumping ability of his beast transformation.

This is the omnipotent and powerful Rhine.

For him who constantly challenges the strong, a loser is worthless.

Buenavin also shook his head a little angrily. At this moment, he was on Zou Liang's side. After all, no one could do anything about this shameless style of play. Hunter Shadow is the nemesis of archers, but for an archer who can fly, unless he is equipped with hidden weapons, Hunter Shadow will also have a headache.

That series of dodging movements is really wonderful. For a hunter, it is quite longing, but the reality is so cruel.

Santa Febo, who was shooting continuously in the air, was also a little tired. He had to stay in the air. At the same time, making such a powerful attack was a great drain on his stamina, and he needed a little time to breathe.

I really didn't expect that he could dodge such a strong shot of himself, he is simply a monster.

Even the attackers were so tired, and Zou Liang, who kept making dangerous evasive moves, was obviously more exhausted.

None of the orc warriors blamed Santa Febo. The orcs were born to give full play to their talents. The ability of the eagles to fly at low altitudes is their own ability, just like the rhines are balanced and powerful.

Law of the jungle.

Zou Liang wiped his sweat, this warm-up exercise is really good, at least three times he set up a trick to attract the opponent to lower the height, but this guy was not fooled, and he was almost killed.

It seems that it is impossible to continue playing. We have to gather early tomorrow, and he doesn't want to stare at the panda.

Put your hands together, and a popping sound comes out.

For an otaku, listening to exciting music and playing games is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment, and the soul will vibrate with the music, coupled with super refreshing fighting, this is Zou Liang's favorite.

And in this world, there is a form of expression called - war song!

In an instant, the audience was in an uproar!

Battle song!

This person is actually a warsong priest!

And it's not any known battle song, the surging rhythm shocked San Fepo, who was adjusting his breath, and this guy's battle song actually disturbed him when he was weak.

The helmet in the white outfit is just added with 1~3 profound meanings, which can be used to withstand the encouragement of the war song, and at the same time can resist the attack of the war song.

Zou Liang didn't seem to see the opponent's resistance at all. The battle song continued, and Murphy frowned. This unknown battle song was still a bit powerful at the beginning, but it suddenly became low.

It's just that there is some depression in this depression, and San Fepo's feeling in the battlefield is even deeper, because there is a suffocating rhythm in this low battle song, which makes it difficult for him to breathe.

The melody was getting deeper and deeper in Zou Liang's mouth. This was Carl'Oufei's Burana, which he liked very much. The depression in front of it was very suffocating.

Suppressed~suppressed~~suppressed~~suppressed...

San Fepo felt the pain, and he was struggling with the feeling of being out of breath, but he desperately maintained his height, his helmet was shining, and he resisted the suffocating war song with all his strength.

But just when he thought he was going to hold on, the melody of the war song suddenly became high, like a roaring lion, roaring, wild, unstoppable, the sound seemed to penetrate the beast spirit world, wave after wave, all the orcs were crazy about this amazing war song, and the war song even affected the orcs outside the altar.

Murphy seemed to see the King of the Rhine in the vast prairie, screaming up to the sky, the sound shook the sky, and the sun and the moon were dark!

Buenavan felt the phantom dancing like a dream, endless dancing, ghostly steps, shiny daggers, and boundless knife points under his feet.

And Santa Febo is the eagle flying high, flying high in the sky, he wants to challenge the pinnacle of the world, and suddenly, thunder pierces the clouds.

boom……

When Zou Liang opened his hands and the strongest sound was finished, San Febo in the air had turned into an eagle with broken wings and fell straight.

boom……

Without any ability to resist, the war song has directly destroyed his consciousness.

At this moment, Murphy had just turned around, and the battle altar was silent, soldier? Hunter? Warsong Priest?

Santa Febo didn't even have a chance to feel emotional, the beast spirits were flying, what is the nightmare of an archer, and what is the eagle clan most afraid of?

The Bismai swans, because they are born with the battle song of banning the air!

But now, there appeared a war song priest who was not from the Bismai clan, which was unique in the history of the orc race.

Apart from the Bismai clan, there are actually some people who can use the air-forbidden battle song, an unheard-of air-forbidden battle song.

Murphy felt that the blood of his king of beasts was already boiling, and this was the opponent he had been waiting for!