Chapter 222: If the abuse of food has caused you to lose your pleasure, you can consider abuse of your teammates. It is so comfortable and relaxing in spirit...

When I opened the door, the rolling sound waves came to my face with a foul stinking. I thought to myself that he was so lucky that we were smart enough. Feng Yin, who stood on the side of the door and opened the door, faced the sound waves, was first blasted by the sound waves, and was sprayed with a slap. He started to use a whim. The angry value instantly broke the table. Two crossed sword lights counterattacked, cut through the sound waves, and fought back.

At the same time, I suddenly crashed through the brick wall to support Feng Yin, and my eyes passed through the bricks and stone dust. The omnipotent butcher in the fishman's memory finally came into view.

Obviously not as exaggerated as the rumors. The second floor of the dungeon is only five or six meters high. With the faint light, you can barely see the ceiling. The blacksmith cannot be on the second floor and keep a head on the first floor.

However, his height was still more than four meters, with rock-like angular muscles covering his whole body, and his brown skin was covered with blood scabs, which looked like a hideous face. The butcher had a big face full of flesh. His two rows of fangs turned out his lips, intertwined up and down, and blood-seeming flesh was still hanging between his teeth. Under his two stone pillar-like arms, he held a huge hammer and... a blood-stained sickle?

Hammer and sickle... I x, so cruel, I am still a party member?

"If you are in a spoof, why don't you come and help me?"

Feng Yin's roar broke me out of my shock. I realized that the situation was actually a little bad - the butcher's movement was too fast. Although Feng Yin's sword light was invincible, he could not hit him, and his huge body moved like a clever butterfly, flashing freely in the dense sword light like a net.

In two steps, Feng Yin and him were facing each other. The smelly saliva even touched the corner of Feng Yin's clothes. The sickle drooled out from top to bottom. Feng Yin's feet slightly and flashed to the side. However, the sweeping hammer caught up with him, and the hammer head hit the battle blade that was erected up to block. After a harsh explosion, Feng Yin was like a accumulated Yuan Jing, dragging a series of afterimages out, and his figure disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

The butcher killed Feng Yin and turned to try to deal with me. I immediately raised my spirits to prepare for the fight, but a figure stabbed him like lightning from the side. It was Feng Yin who charged back along the original path. He did not rely on the battle blade in his hand, but simply based on his own strength, he collided violently with the butcher.

The butcher who lost his power was the butcher. His body, dozens of times larger than Feng Yin, rolled back into a ball, rolling up the flesh and blood corpses piled up in the rooms in all directions, like waves slapped on the reefs. I immediately dodged backwards so as not to get contaminated on my body. Feng Yin was not afraid and continued to strode forward and pursued the butcher.

The scene looked ridiculous. Feng Yin's body was only one-tenth of that of his opponent, just like a wild boar charging for an elephant. But for a moment, the larger side was forced to be in a hurry. Although the butcher was fast, he was suppressed by Feng Yin in the wind during close combat. Feng Yin did not use the wide combat blade directly, but only used a pair of flesh fists to shoot a rain-like scattering fist, and printed blood marks on the butcher's body.

The fist, each shot can shatter the huge rocks and separate the waterfall. However, the butcher connected the hundred fists, although in a mess, stood firm and struggled to wave his hands, and was still trying to find an opportunity to fight back.

I knew that Feng Yin was creating a chance for me, and immediately alienated his right hand into a knife, entered a stealth state, hid himself in the shadow of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and tried to perform backstab.

After observing the fight between the butcher and Feng Yin, I can roughly confirm the other party’s vitals, just one knife...

Amid the sound of boxing like raindrops, a muffled sound was particularly abrupt. Feng Yin successfully hit the vital point. The punch imprinted on the chest made the butcher's whole body stiff. I immediately rushed over, pressing the weight of my body on the bone blade, and taking the butcher's vest directly.

Chilly, the tough flesh could not withstand the cutting of the bone blade, and the right gesture was like a broken bamboo, attacking the butcher's body. Just as I was about to stretch horizontally, I opened a big mouthful on him, a violent bloody force exploded from the heart of his chest, and a red mist accompanied by the shock wave, bounced away Feng Yin and me at the same time.

The indescribable familiarity of the power, I was still recalling it, Feng Yin's face changed: "God of God?"

We didn't bother to ask what the hell was that God's grace was. The drastic changes that took place on the butcher made us both alert at the same time.

Feng Yin summoned the battle blade and slashed it on his head, but the butcher dodged at the critical moment. The butcher wrapped in red mist was faster. Seeing that the situation was not good, I didn't care about playing anymore, my heart trembled and blasted out. The red mist suddenly twisted, as if the candlelight whistled by the strong wind, but it was never extinguished. The butcher himself continued to fight with Feng Yin as if nothing had happened.

The butcher in this state of explosive fighting spirit has no less physical ability than Feng Yin. Especially with fast fighting, Feng Yin cannot even release the sword light for a while.

If this were placed in a one-on-one arena, the outcome could be almost judged. With Feng Yin's strength, it would be incredible that this situation would be formed. This is just an abandoned monastery in the Zanga swamp?

Feng Yin couldn't deal with it alone, so naturally I couldn't stand by and put away my T-shirt, and my body expanded several times, which was about the same as the butcher. I ran into it with one charge.

Compared with pure power, my advantage should not be too obvious. Feng Yin, whose body shape is only one-tenth of a dozen, is not inferior to the other party when he is serious. At this time, I am the same as the butcher, and basically one-sided suppression.

I pressed the butcher to the ground, and I reached out to stuck its completely invisible neck, and smashed the bridge of his nose with the other hand.

etc.

When the fist touched the bridge of the nose, I suddenly stopped.

This butcher was disgusting and dirty. If he punched, he would have bleeding from his nose. If his nose was flying around, I would...

This hesitation was indeed unsuccessful on the battlefield. The butcher seized the opportunity and swung me hard on my shoulder with an iron hammer, lifting me off him.

However, Feng Yin's reaction was not slow. A sharp sword light winded out like a snake. Although the butcher tried his best to dodge, he was still hit on the shoulder.

The blood mist blocked the sword light at the critical moment, but Feng Yin's sword light was one after another, densely like the thunder and lightning covered with clouds on a heavy rainy night in late summer.

The defense of the blood mist is limited. Once Feng Yin is pulled apart and suppressed by sword light, it will be a matter of time before breaking it. Feng Yin’s sword light mp consumption is not high and can last for a long time. At the same time, my soul shock and explosion technique also blasted over like money. Anyway, as long as we don’t dirty it, it’s easy to say.

After a slight turbulence, the battle situation finally came to a complete decision. Two peerless masters joined forces and would never lose to a butcher. Seeing that the opponent roared repeatedly under the attack of the two, but could not get rid of it, I smiled and said, "This small wave ss is so happy that I don't know how it fell."

The butcher had a hammer and a sickle in his hand. The hammer was to be returned to Chasi, but the sickle seemed to be a good thing and might be rated as a *.

Feng Yin also relaxed, glanced at the sickle, and smiled: "The real baby is not there."

oh?

Feng Yin then explained: "That red mist is a good thing. It can block my sword light and block your soul's trembling... It is a divine grace that can only be given by higher-level and above priests in the Dark Temple. The butcher's combat power is limited, but the power of divine grace he has mastered cannot be underestimated. The demon hunter instructors I killed back then did not have such a strong divine grace."

I know very little about the power system in the Dark Temple. From Feng Yin's words, it seems to be a religious group... But what does it have to do with us what the gods give to believers? Can we still grab it?

"Of course." Feng Yin finished speaking, as if he had noticed something, "Why, do you want it too?"

Nonsense, do you want to take it alone?

Feng Yin said in surprise: "Hey, what's the use of that thing to you? It's a total waste. If I were to replace me, I could at least make up for the shortcomings of mental defense. Don't rob me."

Bah, if you go back to find Chaxi to strengthen the battle blade, it will naturally make up for your shortcomings. If you don’t understand any spiritual power, it is a waste to use divine grace. Why not study the tricks carefully for me, and it is impossible to make a world-renowned contribution to academic success.

"Bah, you are such a useless man, have the face to talk about academics?"

The negotiations completely broke down, and the two of them stepped up their attacks at the same time and approached, preparing to seize the spoils.

The butcher who was regarded as a moving treasure chest was full of despair in his roar, but what could he do? No matter how hard he struggled, he was dead after all. Is the only variable at the moment...

I turned my head and looked at Feng Yin.

Humph, compete with me for monsters? Did you win when we played online games together?

Feng Yin's eyes were also bad. Although the sword light in his hand was constantly slowing down, his body's center of gravity gradually decreased. This guy's agility has always been better than me. Although he is not as good as my dark step in terms of explosion, who can guarantee that he can hold the magic weapon Essinos Battle Blade? What speed he has shown is all the speed?

A broken butterfly made his speed soar by 30%. Isn't it a three-fold speed to use the Essinos Battle Blade? The boy has always been insidious, so don't be cheated by him at the last moment.

Seeing the red mist outside the butcher's body became increasingly sparse, I knew that the battle had come to an end, and at the same time, it also entered **.

In fact, it is not happy to abuse vegetables. What is happy is to abuse teammates~

I suppressed my excitement in my heart, and my whole server was concentrated... At the moment when the red fog was completely torn apart, I took action without hesitation.

The heavy punch was expanded several times as early as before. That fist was already hit Feng Yin like the size of a butcher, like a meteorite.

With a loud bang, Feng Yin's eyes that were filled with anger became the last afterimage he left in my sight.
Chapter completed!