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boom…
The strength is concentrated on the feet, and with a heavy touch, the body suddenly rushes into the air, grasping a habitual relaxation. Generally, when the birdman flies into the air, there will always be a subconscious sense of relaxation, and this moment is enough to do it once. attacked.
Indeed, even Santa Feibo is the same. Five meters is generally a safe distance. With an innate talent for flying, he will demand more of himself.
But looking at the figure that bounced up quickly on the ground, he was still frightened, and suddenly shook another one meter, which was quite a thrilling escape from Zou Liang's rapid grasp.
bump.
As soon as Zou Liang landed, he bounced off quickly, and three arrows swept across the ground.
As Murphy said, the boat almost capsized in the gutter. If it was caught by a master who was good at fighting, the archer would really become the meat of the chopping block.
Santa Feibo, who was in a cold sweat, also ignited. After all, there are two competitors of the same level below. If he loses here, it is equivalent to a level lower than the opponent. In the world of orcs, it is so cruel.
Zou Liang, who aimed at the ground, started shooting wildly without reservation. Unless the opponent has wings at this distance, there is no chance at all!
In the beast spirit world, each archer will have ten arrows in the quiver. Unless it falls into the opponent's hand, as long as it flies out of the battle altar or falls on the altar, it will return to the quiver, which is equivalent to infinite bows and arrows. bug.
Zou Liang also understands this, grabbing arrows with empty hands
He thought... but that's courting death!
Arrows with this speed are much more difficult than hitting a white blade with bare hands, and the opponent's arrows have a considerable chain between them. If you try to grab an arrow, you will most likely be hit by the following bow and arrow.
That's looking for death.
No way, the battle was one-sided. On the battle altar, the guy known as the beast god's martial arts was shot by the archers of the Eagle tribe and ran all over the altar. His judgment and speed were indeed astonishing, and his movements were even more exaggerated. Using them together, jumping and jumping, dodging with all their strength, it was quite dangerous, and several times the bow and arrow rubbed past the body.
I have to say that his level is indeed very high, so that Santa Fe Bokong has a high-attack attack, and it is also a blind man to light a lamp in vain without worrying about it.
Murphy couldn't help shaking his head, "It seems that there is really no skill 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 and cannot attack the opponent. For a strong person, failure is failure, and any reason is useless. , even if the limit height of this Eagle Race is seven meters, it is still within the control range under the super jumping force after his beast transformation.
This is the omnipotent and powerful Rhine tribe.
For him who constantly challenges the strong, a loser is worthless.
Buenavin also shook his head a little resentfully. At this moment, he was on Zou Liang's side. After all, no one could do anything about this shameless play. Shadow Hunter is the archer's nemesis, but it is difficult for a Flying archers, unless they are Shadow Hunters equipped with hidden weapons, will also have headaches.
That series of dodging movements is really wonderful. For a shadow hunter, it is quite a desire, but the reality is so cruel.
Santa Feibo, who made continuous shots 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 also a great consumption of physical strength. It needed a little breathing time. opponent's target.
I really didn't expect that with such a strong shot, he could hide in the past, he was simply a monster.
Even the attackers were so tired, and Zou Liang, who kept making thrilling dodges, obviously consumed more.
None of the many orc warriors blamed Santa Feibo. The orcs were originally an existence that gave full play to their talents. The Eagles had such a low-altitude flying ability, which was their own ability, just like the balanced and powerful Rhine.
The weak eat the strong.
Zou Liang wiped his sweat, this warm-up exercise was really good, at least three times he set up a game to attract opponents to lower the height, but this guy was not fooled, he was almost killed.
It seems that he can't continue playing. He has to gather early tomorrow, and he doesn't want to stare at the panda eyes.
Hands clasped together, a plosive sound came out.
For an otaku, listening to passionate music and playing games is undoubtedly a kind of enjoyment, and the soul will also 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 - Battle Hymn!
In an instant, the audience was in an uproar!
Battle Hymn!
This man turned out to be a warsong priest!
And it wasn't any known war song. The surging rhythm shocked Santa Feipo during his breath control. This guy's war song actually disturbed him when he was weak.
The helmets in the white outfit are just adding 1~3 profound meanings, which can be used to withstand the encouragement of the war song, and can also resist the attack of the war song.
Zou Liang didn't seem to see the opponent's resistance at all, the battle song continued, Murphy frowned, this unknown battle song was still a little strong at the beginning, why did it sink in an instant.
It's just that there is some depression in this lowness, and the feeling of Santa Feibo in the battlefield is even deeper, because there is a suffocating rhythm in this low war song, which makes it difficult for him to breathe.
The melody is getting lower and lower in Zou Liang's mouth. This is Carl Offi's Bran poem, which he likes very much. The depression in front makes people very suffocating.
Depressed ~ Depressed ~ Depressed ~ Depressed ~ Depressed...
Santa Feibo felt the pain, and the breathless feeling made him struggle, but he desperately maintained his height, his helmet gleamed, and he resisted the suffocating battle song with all his strength.
But just when he thought he was going to hold on, the melody of the battle song suddenly became high, like a roaring lion, roaring, wild, unstoppable, the sound seemed to penetrate the beast spirit world, one wave after another, all the 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 Rhine in the vast prairie, screaming in the sky, the sound shook the sky, the sun and the moon were dark!
Buenavin felt the phantom dance like a dream, the endless dance, the ghostly pace, the shining dagger, and the endless tip under his feet.
And Santa Feibo is the eagle that spreads its wings high. The eagle strikes the sky. He wants to challenge the peak of the world. Suddenly, thunder pierces the clouds.
boom…
When Zou Liang opened his hands and finished the strongest sound, Santa Feibo in the air had turned into an eagle with broken wings and fell straight down.
boom…
Without any resistance, the battle song has directly destroyed his consciousness.
At this moment Murphy just turned around, the battle altar was dumb, warrior? Shadow Hunter? Warsong Priest
Santa Feibo didn't even have a chance to sigh, the beasts were flying, what is the archer's nightmare, and what is the most afraid of the Eagles
The Bismay Swans, because they are innately equipped with an air-forbidding war song!
But now, there is a non-Bismai warsong priest, which is unique in the history of orcs.
In addition to the Bismai family, there are still people who use the no-air war song, an unheard of no-air war song.
Murphy felt that the blood of his beast royal family was boiling, and this was the opponent he had been waiting for!