Chapter: 1747
Among the chattering crowd, Zhao Feichen let out a breath of relief, and his tense mind was relaxed.
As we all know, among the major professions in the country, the only one who can restrain the fog master is the master-level rain master.
Any other profession is helpless in the face of dense fog.
As soon as he thought this way, he heard the scream of "Woo", and then, a violent gust of wind blew on the ring.
The thick mist, as thin as gauze, was blown away by this gust of wind.
On the stage, the figure of two people and one wolf reappeared.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing the gloves of the Gale Warrior, immediately swung two wind blades at the middle-aged man whose skin was flushed, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his breath was extremely weak.
At the same time, he ordered the wolf to prepare for the flame breath.
"Dang! Dang!"
The middle-aged swordsman fights against the trapped beast, smashing the wind blade.
At this time, the flame demon wolf opened its mouth, mixed with the flames of the molten lava, and engulfed the middle-aged man.
Three seconds later, the flames were extinguished, leaving only a scorched black corpse.
...
?Ding! If you kill the spirit walker of the same faction��Swordsman, 60 reputation points will be deducted. ?
The first thing that sounded was not the voices from the audience, but the notification from the Spiritual Realm.
After killing this level 5 swordsman, Zhang Yuanqing was deducted 60 reputation points, leaving only 150 reputation points remaining.
150 points of reputation, at most two or three saints, or seven or eight superhumans, hunting evil professions is imminent. Zhang Yuanqing cast the star escape technique, flashed to the charred corpse, bent down to pick up the scarlet long sword, black iron mask and the A half-burnt Ivy garment.
Looking at it this way, it�s not a loss.
After he put away the props, there was a loud discussion under the ring, and the young star officials looked at the young star officials on the stage with astonished eyes.
A level 5 swordsman was easily hunted down like this, and the one who killed him was a level 4 star official.
Even though Ye Youshen is the pinnacle profession, there are still a few who can kill level 5 swordsmen at level 4. Those who can do this must be the favored ones of heaven.
"This guy can't be Zhao Chenghuang."
"Hey, if it's him, it's reasonable. Maybe he can take over the position of Fengdu Ghost King and become the leader of the Supreme One Sect Saint Realm."
"Have you noticed that his shots are linked together, and the props restrain the swordsman one by one, as if he had practiced it in advance."
"Well, it's not scary to have too many props, but the most terrifying thing is to use each prop properly and restrain the enemy."
Amidst the noisy discussion, Zhao Feichen stared at the ring, his face was ashen, and the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging one by one, showing extreme anger and unwillingness.
His hands tightly wrapped around his female companion's slender arms. The young girl was sweating profusely from the pain, her face turned pale, and she dared not speak out despite the pain from the fractured bones.
As the young master's canary, she knew that if she couldn't bear the pain at this time, she would definitely suffer a severe beating next time.
"Damn, damn, damn."
Zhao Feichen gritted his teeth, his expression almost ferocious. JrNovels.com
As we all know, among the major professions in the country, the only one who can restrain the fog master is the master-level rain master.
Any other profession is helpless in the face of dense fog.
As soon as he thought this way, he heard the scream of "Woo", and then, a violent gust of wind blew on the ring.
The thick mist, as thin as gauze, was blown away by this gust of wind.
On the stage, the figure of two people and one wolf reappeared.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing the gloves of the Gale Warrior, immediately swung two wind blades at the middle-aged man whose skin was flushed, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his breath was extremely weak.
At the same time, he ordered the wolf to prepare for the flame breath.
"Dang! Dang!"
The middle-aged swordsman fights against the trapped beast, smashing the wind blade.
At this time, the flame demon wolf opened its mouth, mixed with the flames of the molten lava, and engulfed the middle-aged man.
Three seconds later, the flames were extinguished, leaving only a scorched black corpse.
...
?Ding! If you kill the spirit walker of the same faction��Swordsman, 60 reputation points will be deducted. ?
The first thing that sounded was not the voices from the audience, but the notification from the Spiritual Realm.
After killing this level 5 swordsman, Zhang Yuanqing was deducted 60 reputation points, leaving only 150 reputation points remaining.
150 points of reputation, at most two or three saints, or seven or eight superhumans, hunting evil professions is imminent. Zhang Yuanqing cast the star escape technique, flashed to the charred corpse, bent down to pick up the scarlet long sword, black iron mask and the A half-burnt Ivy garment.
Looking at it this way, it�s not a loss.
After he put away the props, there was a loud discussion under the ring, and the young star officials looked at the young star officials on the stage with astonished eyes.
A level 5 swordsman was easily hunted down like this, and the one who killed him was a level 4 star official.
Even though Ye Youshen is the pinnacle profession, there are still a few who can kill level 5 swordsmen at level 4. Those who can do this must be the favored ones of heaven.
"This guy can't be Zhao Chenghuang."
"Hey, if it's him, it's reasonable. Maybe he can take over the position of Fengdu Ghost King and become the leader of the Supreme One Sect Saint Realm."
"Have you noticed that his shots are linked together, and the props restrain the swordsman one by one, as if he had practiced it in advance."
"Well, it's not scary to have too many props, but the most terrifying thing is to use each prop properly and restrain the enemy."
Amidst the noisy discussion, Zhao Feichen stared at the ring, his face was ashen, and the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging one by one, showing extreme anger and unwillingness.
His hands tightly wrapped around his female companion's slender arms. The young girl was sweating profusely from the pain, her face turned pale, and she dared not speak out despite the pain from the fractured bones.
As the young master's canary, she knew that if she couldn't bear the pain at this time, she would definitely suffer a severe beating next time.
"Damn, damn, damn."
Zhao Feichen gritted his teeth, his expression almost ferocious. JrNovels.com
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