Zhao Tianheng's eyes narrowed.
70,000 to 80,000 damage?
So outrageous?
How strong is this person?
But.
This kind of naked disregard is more hurtful than any ridicule.
Zhao Tianheng's lungs are about to explode.
Fist makes a creaking sound when held.
So what if your damage is high?
His Professioner is Phantom Dragon Spear of SS-rank.
No matter how high the attack power is, if you can't hit someone, it's still a waste!
Thinking of this, the horror in his heart was quickly replaced by anger and confidence.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Zhao Tianheng was extremely angry and smiled, with a ferocious look on his face, staring at Yang Yu's back.
"Since you don't understand the rules, let's use professional to solve the problem!"
"What do you want?"
The one who spoke this time was Su Muyu.
She had long been unhappy with this group of people, and now she was even more motivated to fight.
"It's easy!"
Zhao Tianheng's eyes turned to Su Muyu, a hint of a sinister smile flashed in his eyes, "Let's have a fight! One person from our side, and one from your side! Whoever loses, get out of Raging Wind Plateau immediately, and no one is allowed to take another step forward in the future!"
He didn't believe it. With so many people here, he couldn't cure these four immigrants?
Especially the arrogant girl in front of him, he must teach her a lesson with his own hands!
Yang Yu ignores it directly.
What kind of children's house game is this?
It seems that Zhao Tianheng is also well protected by the family forces.
That's how I developed this kind of character.
Secret Realm is so big and has so many monsters. If you have to come here to cause trouble, you really have nothing to do.
"Just fight! Who is afraid of whom?" Su Muyu agreed without hesitation.
"Xiao Yu!"
Su Muqing pulled the corner of her clothes with some worry.
"Sister, don't worry."
Su Muyu gave her a reassuring look, then stepped forward and faced Zhao Tianheng, "Stop talking nonsense, which one of you will go up? Or together?"
"I can deal with you by myself!"
Zhao Tianheng sneered and walked out of the crowd.
He just wants to defeat these people one by one.
Especially this woman, let her know how ridiculous her pride is in the face of absolute talent and strength.
"Just you?" Su Muyu looked him up and down and curled his lips, "Okay, even though it looks a little weak, just think of it as a warm-up."
"You are looking for death!"
Zhao Tianheng was completely enraged, S S-rank Professioner's momentum exploded, and a silver dragon gun appeared in his hand, pointing directly at Su Muyu.
"Come on!" Su Muyu was unfazed, shadow energy surged around his body, and a black Demon Scythe appeared in his hand.
Zhao Tianheng is holding a dragon spear, the tip of the spear flashing with a sharp cold light.
There is even a faint Dragon Might permeating the silver armor.
He stared at the girl opposite, his eyes filled with contempt.
In his opinion, there was no suspense in this duel.
He is level 25 S S-rank Professioner. Regardless of level, Professioner, or equipment, he will definitely crush the opponent in all aspects.
This little S-Rank girl who knows nothing about the world can't survive three moves at most.
He has already thought about using the most crushing gesture and the most humiliating way to defeat her and make her pay the price for her arrogance.
On the other side, Su Muyu is holding a huge black Demon Scythe, and shadow energy is swirling around her like a living creature.
She licked her lips. Instead of being nervous at all, her face was filled with excitement.
"Are you ready? Miscellaneous fish." Su Muyu shook the Demon Scythe in his hand and said provocatively.
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"
Zhao Tianheng shouted angrily, stopped talking nonsense, and stepped hard, causing the whole ground to shake.
Dragon Spear Thrust!
His body turned into a stream of silver light, instantly spanning a distance of tens of meters. The dragon gun in his hand, with a scream that ripped through the air, went straight to Su Muyu's body!
This shot is fast, accurate and ruthless!
Full of domineering and power of S S-rank Profession!
Zhao Tianheng The younger brothers behind him could not help but cheer.
"So fast! Brother Zhao is serious!"
"With this one shot, that little girl will be seriously injured even if she doesn't die!"
"Hmph, you deserve to challenge Brother Zhao!"
However, facing this inevitable blow, a strange smile appeared on Su Muyu's face.
Just when the tip of the spear was about to touch her body, her figure suddenly turned into a pitch-black mass and was pierced by the dragon spear.
Zhao Tianheng's pupils suddenly shrank.
Under the tip of the gun, there was only a wisp of black mist that was about to dissipate.
Where are people?
He had an extremely bad premonition in his heart.
"Behind you."
The girl's somewhat teasing voice sounded like a whisper between lovers, but also like the whisper of Death God, ringing close to his ear.
A gust of cold air rushed straight from his tailbone to Crown of the Head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
Zhao Tianheng Without thinking, his waist suddenly exerted force, trying to twist back and block the gun.
However.
It's too late.
Abyssal Shackles!
The invisible force of restraint was like countless Ghost Hand extending from the depths of hell, tightly grasping Zhao Tianheng's limbs.
It made him feel like his body was about to burst. Even the energy flowing in his body was stagnant, and he could no longer use phantom skills.
And at this moment, his attributes also dropped a lot.
He had a chance to break free, but because of his reduced attributes, he became a lamb to be slaughtered.
The decrease in attributes is exactly the effect of Yang Yu and Demonic Sword.
Because the four of Yang Yu are in a team, and Su Muqing also uses Soul Chains, they can share the equipment effects of everyone in the team who are ten levels lower, and Abyssal Demon Eye Sword happens to be Legendary Grade Equipment who is level twenty.
"S S-rank Professioner, that's it?"
Su Muyu's voice came again, this time with unabashed mockery.
Zhao Tianheng Out of the corner of his eye, he could only catch a glimpse of a slim purple-haired figure, strolling around to his side.
Next.
Shadow Torrent!
"Boom!"
The violent shadow energy exploded behind him and turned into a raging black wave, completely engulfing him in an instant.
"Uh-huh!!"
"How is that possible?!"
Zhao Tianheng groaned in pain.
He didn't know why the other party's damage was so high.
I just felt like I was thrown into a meat grinder.
The dark force of Corrosion began to tear apart his armor and Flesh crazily.
In severe pain, he could only watch helplessly as the huge black Demon Scythe, which was taller than the others, drew a beautiful but deadly arc with the roar of Death God.
"Tsk!"
The harsh sound of metal twisting and tearing was heard, causing a shower of blood.
"You...!"
The severe pain and loss of strength caused his eyes to turn black and he almost fainted on the spot.
He bit his back molars and tried desperately to break free from this strange restraint.
But the power of the shadow was like tarsal maggots, rushing into his body along the wounds, eroding his meridians, and continuing to suppress his strength.
He could clearly feel that his strength, speed, defense... all attributes were still falling off a cliff.
He lost.
Lost so completely and so quickly.
He really didn't understand why the opponent's attack could directly suppress him.
Could it be that the other party is also professional of SS-rank?
The figure of Su Muyu slowly emerged behind him, with the huge Demon Scythe on his shoulders, with a playful smile on his face.
"You don't even have the most basic sense of combat."
She shook her head contemptuously and looked down at Zhao Tianheng who was kneeling on the ground.
"Stabilizing a monster's hatred and then standing still while you deal damage is not a good thing in reality."
"I think you are just farming monsters and you are stupid, and you have wasted such a good Professioner."
The whole process was so fast that it was almost impossible to react.
It wasn't until Zhao Tianheng was kneeling on the ground that all the younger brothers he brought suddenly came to their senses.
"Zhao...Brother Zhao?" someone asked in a trembling voice, with disbelief written all over his face.
"How is this possible? Brother Zhao was killed?"
"Brother Zhao He didn't even have time to use Phantom Seven Dragon Kill!"
The leaders they brought in, Brother Zhao and SS-rank Talent, were killed instantly in a confrontation without even using their skills.
This result was simply unacceptable to them.
Su Muyu took back Demon Scythe and shook his hand, as if he had just done a trivial thing.
"Tch, S S-rank Professioner, is this the level? It's not even a trash fish, it's not as powerful as one of Brother Yang Yu's fingers..."
"Pfft!!"
Zhao Tianheng Hearing this, he couldn't hold it any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He fell straight back and fainted.