A million ways to survive in the dungeon

Maonanbei's situation is urgent, but not that urgent.

After all, it is also a lv96 Warcraft.

And for some reason, any debuff Mao Nanbei takes is weaker than other monsters.

Therefore, even if Mao Nanbei with four debuffs is left alone, there will still be no problem for an hour or two.

Fortunately, I am also very angry and have nowhere to vent my anger.

"Suffer death, monster!"

Zhao Aotian's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward.

The soldiers behind him followed closely.

The holy sword Aiolia, shining with bright holy light, struck like a blue thunder.

Where will you hide?

At the same time, Zhao Aotian had already begun to calculate all possible reactions of this little monster.

Left and right, up and down, forward and backward, dodge, block, and counterattack.

All possibilities are settled!

However……

Clang.

The bright sparks, reminiscent of molten iron in a steel mill, were particularly dazzling in the dim underground city.

The numbness in the tiger's mouth made Zhao Aotian unbelievable.

As the strongest human being, using the strongest holy sword to slash the body of an undefended monster, the tiger's mouth would actually become numb?

The holy sword with the title of God-Slaying struck Zheng Qian. Apart from a burst of sparks, there was not even a scratch on it.

If this was a nightmare, it would be a bit too scary.

"kill!"

The nearby soldiers swarmed forward and formed a siege formation. Hundreds of spears stabbed Zheng Qian mercilessly.

However……

Still the same no defense.

Zheng Qian stood there like a wooden stake and withstood the attack.

All the spears that were stabbed at it were broken into pieces of iron.

"Varied……"

At this moment, the confident smile on Zhao Aotian's face collapsed.

He clearly saw this small monster move its vision and look at him like a locust.

hp-0

Looking at the skipped bytes in front of him, Zheng Qian's eyes were full of indifference.

After a long time, he said something that Zhao Aotian would never forget in his life.

“Cai, it’s not even enough to cut my nails.”

Swish.

Zhao Aotian vaguely saw the small dragon's arm move.

The next second, hundreds of wails could be heard in the ears.

【Wind Blade】

Strictly speaking, Wind Blade is not a skill, Wind Sickle is.

The wind blade is just a high-pressure air brought out by a monster with claws that is fast and powerful enough to swing its claws quickly and forcefully.

Any monster with claws will use it.

Rather than saying it is a skill, it is better to say that the wind blade is just a skill.

And this kind of attack, which was not even considered a skill, took away the lives of nearly two hundred soldiers in one blow.

Starting from Zheng Qian to the cave wall, all the soldiers in a straight line were cut in half by a vertical air guillotine for an entire kilometer.

Whether it is a shield or magic, any defense is useless in front of this air wave.

In an instant, blood spurted everywhere.

Some of the lucky ones who only had their hands and feet cut off even let out heart-rending screams.

"This...this power..."

At this moment, Zhao Aotian finally understood what fear was.

completely different!

This monster is completely incomparable to the Head of Medusa.

No, the Head of Medusa might not even be considered a trash fish in front of it!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Zhao Aotian's self-confidence was instantly defeated.

He went crazy and launched a series of crazy slashes at Zheng Qian.

The holy sword poured out on Zheng Qian like raindrops.

However, let alone breakdown, it couldn't even leave a scratch on Zheng Qian's dragon scales.

"Did you eat last night?" Zheng Qian suddenly asked.

"Well?"

Zhao Aotian was stunned and didn't understand why this monster suddenly asked this?

However, when he saw Zheng Qian's expression clearly, Zhao Aotian was suffocated.

Zheng Qian was smiling evilly at him with murderous intent.

"You'd better not eat it, or you'll puke it out."

The next moment.

As if teleporting, he arrived in front of Zhao Aotian.

Zhao Aotian clearly saw that this little monster stretched out its human-like claws towards the thickest part of the armor on his chest.

Use your thumb to clasp your middle finger.

Zheng Qian flicked Zhao Aotian's breastplate as lightly as if he was playing with a child.

When ~

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Zhao Aotian's screams echoed throughout the cave.

What seemed like an understatement actually shattered the adamantine armor on his body.

Zhao Aotian felt as if a cannon on the city wall had been placed close to his chest and hit him.

The whole person was blasted dozens of meters away by one blow.

The blood spurting from his mouth and nose drew a beautiful arc in the sky.

Even using skill ambition to forcibly boost morale.

But when the soldiers saw the strongest war king in their minds, flying over their heads like a tattered rag.

No matter how strong the morale was, it was shattered!

"War King!"

Among the crowd, the middle-aged human with the strongest physique and wearing red heavy armor made a leap and caught Zhao Aotian.

War King?

Zheng Qian frowned, a little curious about this title.

"Thank you, General Long, for your help."

Zhao Aotian barely landed on the ground and his legs were already shaking.

But with a sense of pride, he just held the sword with both hands and stabilized his stance.

"War King, how are you, are you okay?"

He gasped for air and said urgently: "Broken... four ribs are broken. It's okay."

When General Long heard this, his face suddenly hardened: "King of War, this monster is small in size, but its combat power is by no means ordinary. Master Jinge and I will help you!"

Jin Ge also dragged his old steps and hurriedly came to Zhao Aotian's other side: "Aotian, it seems that the physical defense of this monster is extremely amazing.

But the extremes of things must resist. If the physical resistance is so high, the magic resistance must not be much higher.

I believe that my magic will definitely cause harm to him. "

"That's right. In this case, I will switch the holy sword to magic element attack."

The holy sword in Zhao Aotian's hand shook.

The emerald green light of the sword instantly turned into beautiful purple.

"oh?"

When Zheng Qian saw this, he couldn't help but whistle.

This human level is not good, and the skills are quite gaudy.

"I can't hold on any longer. I have to use a unique move to determine the outcome. Teacher Jinge, General Long, help me!"

"clear!"

The old man and the middle-aged man in red armor shouted in unison.

The young man shouted loudly: "Second stage critical breakthrough!"

Zheng Qian felt a strong wind blowing towards him.

The old man and the man in red armor also launched a fierce attack on Zheng Qian at the same time.

But Zheng Qian saw that behind them, in the eyes of the young man named Zhao Aotian, there was already a determination to bid farewell to this world.

The great sword in his hand erupted with an astonishing purple light.

[The Eighth Sword of the Nine Swords of the War King: Holy Judgment]

"I'll bet everything I have on this one shot."

For some reason, looking at his desperate posture, Zheng Qian felt vaguely...

...scoff!

Without even the most basic communication and understanding, he kept immersed in the great fantasy and climaxed himself.

Is this worthy of honor?

There must be a limit to joking!

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