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boom!boom!boom!

Mo Lan, who was standing at the front of the Buffalo Charge, felt that thousands of troops were rushing towards him.

The unformed spell model collapsed directly, the magic power disintegrated, and the collapsed spell model finally recovered.

Some people get nervous when they are under pressure, so they don't play well.

Some people are also nervous when faced with pressure, but the feeling of nervousness will make them concentrate, become calmer and more attentive, and thus perform at a higher level.

With the blessing of super computing power, Mo Lan is for the latter.

There was no panic, everything was repeated in my mind, and it was quickly calculated.

The spell model of Fireball has been rebuilt, and after one experience, this time is obviously much faster than before.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Zhang Haobo, Ding Jin, and Zou Peng almost held their breath.

Zhang Haobo did not condense the rock shield, but the tower shield of the wooden purpose behind him was already in his hand, the longbow in Ding Jin's hand was gradually consummated, and Ding Jin's machete was unsheathed and had quietly approached Mo Lan.

And the herd headed by the Bison has come to Mo Lan. Mo Lan can clearly see the purple jade-like horns on the head of the Bison. Under the spirit, every muscle beating of the Bison is clearly visible, and Zou Peng, who was quietly approaching behind him, was also discovered by Mo Lan.

In five seconds, the fireball takes shape!

The corner of Mo Lan's mouth twitched.

"Zou Peng, you are too advanced, take off and put your head in your hands."

When Zou Peng heard this, he quickly jumped up and hugged his head in the doubtful eyes of Zhang Haobo and Ding Jin.

boom!

Mo Lan put the condensed fireball directly on the face of the demon beast.

"Ada!"

Mo Lan screamed strangely, and a ring of fire almost appeared next to Mo Lan and the demon beast.

Resist the Ring of Fire!

An impact force erupted in all directions, and at this time Mo Lan had a water shield on his body.

The charging bison was knocked back more than ten meters by the impact, leaving deep ravine marks on the ground. Only the bison, the demon beast, took a step or two back with its horns on its back.

The Bison of Warcraft is too powerful to resist the ring of fire and cannot be repelled.

It's a pity that it's useless. Mo Lan, who was holding the water shield, didn't resist, and was directly thrown more than 20 meters away, and rolled a few times on the ground to get up.

Next to him, the disgraced Zou Peng struggled to get up, looked at Mo Lan, who was wearing a shield, and looked down at himself, who was disgraced and covered in mud, and walked away silently to find a corner to squat down.

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

"If the buffalo doesn't go, then you can go by yourself."

"Uh, I understand the reasoning, but it's quite a show to use control skills as displacement."

Moo! ! !

While Ding Jin and Zhang Haobo were discussing, the Bison made an angry bull moo.

Purple flames rose out from under the skin, covering it in a blink of an eye.

Ziyan brought extremely high temperature, and the grass and shrubs around it quickly withered and burned, turning into black marks.

And even Mo Lan, who was more than 20 meters away, could feel the scorching heat, which immediately made everyone cautious.

"Open up, everyone be careful."

Ding Jin shouted in a low voice.

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

Mo Lan said cautiously, and Zou Peng nodded immediately.

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

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

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

Before Mo Lan tried to raise the temperature of the fireball technique, he couldn't do it, which was not within the scope of adjustment, and it was unclear what kind of spell node structure could produce high temperature.

As a result, the improvement direction of raising the temperature of Fireball and Firewall came to a standstill, and Mo Lan understood when he saw the purple flames on the Bison and felt the temperature.

The opportunity... came.

Some happy Mo Lan murmured.

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

I, Mo Lan said it! "

Mo Lan said fiercely.

"If I can't beat you to death, then I will... have someone beat you together."

Before he finished speaking, the Bison of Warcraft rushed towards Mo Lan.

A blazing heat approached, leaving a scorch mark wherever the bison passed.

Although he was wearing a water shield, Mo Lan could still feel the temperature rise, and the water shield covering the outside quickly boiled and fluctuated, as if it might shatter in the next moment.

Mo Lan's eyes were calm, magic 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 resistance to fire.

Unconsciously, Mo Lan moved his hand, but found that the magic power accompanied by the dancing of the fingers can form nodes faster, thus forming a spell model faster.

This discovery shocked Mo Lan's spirit, and the speed of resisting the formation of the fire ring was a little faster.

puff!

The wind blade technique was pierced by the purple jade-like horns, the wind whistled, and the purple flames on the buffalo were hunting, but they were still firmly attached to the surface of the buffalo's body.

Seeing this, Mo Lan quickly activated the resistance ring of fire. The approaching bison was covered in purple flames. The momentum of the charge was stagnant, and he took a few steps backwards. Mo Lan was thrown out again and successfully kept away from the bison.

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

The moment the water shield was shattered, it was vaporized, and Mo Lan felt the scorching high temperature appropriately. Looking at the approaching bison, his expression did not change at all.

The fingers of the right hand slid in front of him quickly, and the wind technique adapted from the wind blade technique quickly formed, whistling directly towards the lake.

And Mo Lan didn't stand in place, but rushed into the wind, and by multiplying the speed of the wind, it rushed out like an arrow from the string.

"This is the spell I said to restrain the physical distance of archers. When the wind blows, there are no arrows or spears aimed at the head."

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

Zou Peng fell silent.

Zhang Haobo said aloud at this time.

"Looking at the strength of the spell, I am afraid it is a third-level spell.

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

Now it's a bit of a loss for Mo Lan to die once. "

Ding Jin pondered for a moment when he heard the words, and looked at Mo Lan, whose face was not at all chaotic.

"Forget it, Mo Lan should have his own plans. If he doesn't speak, we won't move."

The words just fell.

"What are you still doing, watching a play!

I am now working to weaken the flames to create melee attack opportunities for you. "

The three of Ding Jin were stunned when they heard the words, and quickly picked up their weapons and rushed forward.

Before she knew it, Mo Lan had already run to the lake with the bison. Mo Lan, who had used the gust of wind three times in a row, suddenly turned around and grinned at the bison.

Without looking back, he shouted.

"You three, all take off."

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

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

Boom!Boom!

The earth trembled, and the lake water next to it stirred up thousands of waves. The bison within the range of the Earth Splitting technique was unstable, and seemed to be shaken a little by the shock.

The three Ding Jin, who were outside the range of the Earth Splitting technique, landed, shaking slightly, while watching the terrifying scene with jaw-dropping eyes, they came to support.

"Brilliant."

Mo Lan smiled faintly, the right index finger on the 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.

Resisting the fire ring erupting on the side of the bison's belly, the huge impact made the bison's limbs slightly off the ground, and then it was thrown out and landed in the lake.

"Moo!"

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

Even in the water, the purple flame was still burning, the surrounding water kept boiling, and the white belly of fish in the lake turned over, and the white mist lingered, like burning mountains and boiling the sea.

"Moo!"

The purple flame was burning in the water, and it took dozens of seconds before it went out.

"He's not blue anymore."

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

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

The wind-chasing arrow flashed, the high-speed rotating cyan tornado lifted the water, the unbalanced buffalo made a dodging error, the tornado tore the buffalo's head frantically, and the physical arrow sank directly into the bull's eye, causing it to utter a painful cry. And an angry whimper.

Without waiting for the buffalo to react, a wind blade technique hit the buffalo's neck, leaving a not-so-slight scar on it.

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

"Moo!"

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

Rumble!

The fan-shaped wave made the body of the bison sway from side to side, while Zou Peng, who had been waiting for a long time beside him, waved his machete violently.

Accompanied by the fluctuation of the spell, the machete and the wrist appeared a surging breeze,

Immediately afterwards, the fluctuation of Dou Qi made Zou Peng's hand speed reach the peak.

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

No, it's supposed to be multiple high-speed stabs in a row, but it looks like there's only one.

The machete shattered, but a bone-deep scar was exposed on the neck of the bison.

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

After the bison struggled violently, the four white smoke scattered into several people's bodies.

"Hahahaha!"

Chapter 70

Moo!

After the death of the demon beast, the wild buffaloes fled slowly. The four laughing slowly stopped and carried the huge buffalo carcass ashore. collected.

Zou Peng used the dagger to throw a faint burst of purple fur from the bison and ripped it off completely.

And Mo Lan used a knife to take the horns of the bison.