BOSS bomber

Chapter 84

There was a black line running straight through the forest, causing them to run here and there.

Five minutes later, another Tingfenglou player intercepted Lin Ziruo. The leader was a job-changing player with an ID of Feng Chuixue, and he had a resounding title above his head—Vice Master of Tingfenglou.

Each sect can set up two deputy leaders. The two deputy leaders of Tingfeng Building are Feng Chuixue and Feng Wuniang.

Feng Chuxue, dressed in white clothes like snow, was proud and awe-inspiring, raised his sword and pointed at Lin Ziruo, and said in a bully voice: "Run, I see you running there and snatching away the big gold picker from Tingfeng Tower, you can't leave alive. "

"Boss Xue, he seems to be a blood moon."

"That's right, he's a Blood Moon."

Although Lin Ziruo concealed his identity and wore a black scarf, he was still recognized by others.

"Blood Moon is you again, the one who killed us, the one who robbed us, let's forget the old and new grudges today."

Feng Chuixue raised his eyebrows, his eyes flickered coldly, and his expression was indescribably haughty.

He had heard the name of Blood Moon more than once or twice in the sect. He thought he was such a remarkable person, but now he saw it like this.

The pursuers are approaching, Lin Ziruo has no time to shiver with him, he rushes towards Feng Chuixue and the others with his ancient saber in his hand, uses the skill Wind Sweeping Clouds, spinning 360 degrees non-stop, setting off a series of indestructible sword strength, covering a radius of 12 rice.

ding ding dong...

There was a series of crashing sounds, accompanied by pitiful cries, the thirteen players couldn't bear Lin Ziruo's knife force, their limbs were torn apart, and the ground was stained red with blood.

Feng Chuixue was also in a terrible state, his body was covered with bruises, his face was beyond recognition, and most of his blood was gone.

"How can he have such a powerful attack power? Is the sword in his hand a magic weapon?"

Frightened, Feng Chuixue swung the Amethyst sword to form a mask to block the erosion of the blade, stepped back decisively, drank a bottle of life potion, filled up his blood volume, looked at the unstoppable Lin Ziruo, and was even more sure of the blade. It is a magic weapon.

Divine soldier, as long as he explodes his divine weapon, I can always stand in the top ranks and never abdicate.

Greed quickly spread in Feng Chuixue's heart, and he shouted loudly: "Elf, bless me with the light of power!"

Lights of power fell on Feng Chuixue's body one after another, and his strength suddenly rose steadily, and his momentum soared to the sky. With his willpower, he could only bless twelve lights of power at most, which was his limit.

"Xueyue, give me a strike to kill the sky!"

Feng Chuixue roared loudly, and the sound moved the mountains and rivers, and the white circle behind him shone with layers of light, like stars lighting up lights.

In an instant, his power was raised to the peak, he soared into the sky with the Amethyst Sword, and he used the magical skill to cut the sky, and he cut Lin Ziruo with a sword from the air, setting off a ray of light that pierced the sky, making the sun and the moon feel sad, and the sky. Trembling, ready to kill with one blow.

The magical skill of cutting the sky, reaching the limit, can cut through a piece of the sky, one can imagine its power, coupled with Feng Chuixue's use of the amethyst sword, the power is extremely terrifying.

At this moment, the sword in Feng Chuixue's hand is a divine sword, a divine sword that can open up the world, and this sword is like a generation of sword gods coming out with anger, trying to cut through this unfair world.

Under this sword, Lin Ziruo's sword strength vanished into nothingness, and he felt an unprecedented crisis. The shadow of death enveloped his soul, as if this sword had stripped him alive and cut him into thousands of pieces.

Divine skills, this is the terrifying thing about magical skills!
"Glimpses of light!"

If Lin Zi no longer hides his clumsiness, the blue circle of light behind him shines brightly, his strength reaches the highest level, and he consumes [-] energy points to cast the floating light ancient saber's own magical skill, floating light, to face the wind and snow with the magical skill of cutting the sky.

As soon as the floating light appeared, Lin Ziruo turned into a wisp of silver light, silently breaking the locking power of Feng Chuixue's magical skill, and appeared next to him like a ghost. The floating light ancient sword easily penetrated the protective light shield and wiped across his neck. Leaving an irreparable wound, blood spurted out.

Critical strike damage!

Critical blow!
unable to repair!

Three lines of bright red characters emerged from Feng Chuixue's body, and he let out a shrill scream, losing two-thirds of his blood.

Taking advantage of your illness will kill you.

Lin Ziruo took the opportunity to make up the knife, deal with Feng Chuixue, and send him home to see his mother.

"No, Boss Xue is dead!"

"Grass, the blood moon is too powerful!"

"Kill Blood Moon and avenge the boss!"

The players in Tingfeng Tower were startled and angry. One of them, an archer named Fengzhong Luan, set up a longbow, locked on Lin Ziruo, and shot the sun with a magical skill. state of paralysis.

At this time, Feng Dancer and the others arrived, met Feng Zhongxuan and the others, and surrounded Lin Ziruo heavily.

"It's coming so fast!"

Lin Ziruo let out a secret cry, and was surrounded by more than 200 job-changing players. He was in a desperate situation, unable to fly.

Wind Walk!
Lin Ziruo remained unruffled in the face of danger, cast a medium-level wind walk, and his body was like a ghost, passing by the rain of magical and spiritual arrows, avoiding the fatal blow, leaving behind an afterimage.

However, before he could react, hundreds of spiritual magic arrows rained down, completely drowning him, two fists were hard to beat four hands, no matter how powerful a person is, his strength is limited.

The Ancient Floating Light Sword comes with two magical skills. The first magical skill, Floating Light Glimpse, is in a cooling state, and the second magical skill, Sword Master Ups and Downs, is temporarily unavailable because Lin Ziruo's energy value cannot meet its needs. In addition, the Wind Step In the cooling state, Lin Ziruo can only use the last background boss machine.

Suddenly, a ten-foot-thick white arrow of light pierced through the air and passed over his head. Wherever it passed, the air froze, freezing all spiritual arrows and swords and swords.

"Young man, let's go!"

A familiar and pleasant voice rang in Lin Ziruo's ears. The sweetheart of the mistress appeared again at the moment of life and death. Lin Ziruo breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to escape from the encirclement. He saw a familiar and friendly beautiful woman standing not far away. She was facing Wave yourself.

This is not sweetheart, who else could it be.

Lin Ziruo was so grateful that he joined Sweetheart and fled quickly.

"Chase!" Feng Wu Niang gave the order and quickly chased Lin Ziruo and the two.

While running away, Lin Ziruo said, "Sweetheart, why are you here?"

Sweetheart smiled and said, "I'll save you."

"Thank you." Lin Ziruo said seriously.

"Blood Moon, you can't escape!"

A majestic voice came from the front, and a warrior with a shining sky blue body led more than 40 professional transfer players to stop Lin Ziruo and the other two.

He looks middle-aged and has a burly build. His square face exudes a domineering and majestic look, giving people the feeling of being in a high position.

He has an extremely resounding title on his head - Tingfeng Tower leader.

Listen to the wind, the leader of Tingfeng Building!
Lin Ziruo was startled. Unexpectedly, the boss of Tingfeng Building was robbed by the big monster who picked up gold. This is a very powerful opponent, the master of a sect, and a well-known player in the Holy Land.

"It's better to be famous than to be famous. You snatched the big demon who picked up gold, escaped from the pursuit of the dancers and the others, and even killed Fuxue. You are a rare talent. This seat has always cherished talents. Now I will give you a chance to choose." , one takes refuge in the Tingfeng Tower, and the other dies."

Ting Feng swept Lin Ziruo condescendingly, standing proudly, staring at Lin Ziruo, as if Lin Ziruo's life was in his hands, and he would kill him if he wanted to.

"Young man, there is no time, hurry up and get out of the encirclement." Sweetheart urged in the team, Feng Wuniang and the others were getting closer, and once they joined Tingfeng and the others, it would be even more difficult for the two of them to escape.

"clear."

Lin Ziruo nodded, ignored Tingfeng, rose into the air, swung the ancient knife with floating light, cast the skill to open the sky, and slashed at Tingfeng.

At the same time, Sweetheart shot an arrow, like lightning flashed, straight to Tingfeng's chest.

The speed of the two was as fast as thunder, too fast for people to react.

(End of this chapter)