Legendary Reckless Online Game

After being beaten for more than ten minutes, the fire demon Barbota, whose blood volume had dropped to 60%, finally couldn't stand it anymore. The fire of the soul surged in his huge scarlet eyes like blood moon, and then he looked like brown candy.

Brother Hao, he made a false grasp with his left hand.

Brother Hao raised his head, looked at Balrog's huge left palm, his eyelids jumped, and he opened the rock without hesitation.

"Soul-Burning Grip!"

Balbota's left hand fisted, and immediately a large area of ​​white soul flame ignited on Brother Hao's body underneath him. The pale soul flame burned Brother Hao, and the terrifying high temperature distorted the surrounding environment.

The moment the soul flame broke out, it was blocked by Brother Hao's rock. Even so, a damage of up to 10,000 jumped out from his head.

Soul-burning Grasp: Detonate the target's soul, ignite the soul flame, cause three stages of magic damage equal to 1000 intelligence difference * 10~100, and weaken the target's all attributes by 10%, lasting 60 seconds; consumption: 50 energy, cooldown: 30 minutes.

boom!

The second burst of white soul flames caused Brother Hao to lose two-thirds of his 15,000 HP. What's even worse is that both his HP and defense dropped by 10%.

The tough Brother Hao is even tougher.

Several rays of healing light were integrated into Brother Hao's body, but they were completely ineffective. The pale soul flame blocked the healing effect.

"Die!"

As soon as Brother Hao cursed, the white flames of the soul in the third place erupted, and Brother Hao, who had less than 5,000 blood left, fell to the ground softly.

The drunken people on the side were dumbfounded. As soon as he came over, Brother Hao, who was originally a stable group, suddenly died suddenly. If he hadn't seen the soul flame igniting from inside Brother Hao's body, he would have doubted whether someone was there.

A sneak attack in the dark.

"Fuck!" "Brother Hao was beaten!" "Hurry up!"

Song Zhan did not hesitate, and instantly launched the explosive step. His right foot was wrapped with golden and red hot fighting energy, and he kicked the Balrog's calf with a fierce explosive step. The golden-red fiery energy exploded at the Balrog's calf.

With great force, he kicked the Balrog to a stagger.

roar!

Song Zhan successfully attracted the attention of the Balrog with one kick. The Balrog's ugly head lowered and looked at him, and a pillar of fire from his mouth was sprayed directly towards Song Zhan.

"Bang!"

Song Zhan instantly launched his explosive step, leaving an afterimage on the spot as he dodged back.

"Humble reptile!"

Seeing that Song Zhan had dodged his own attack, the fire demon's violent voice sounded, and the three-meter-long sword in his hand slashed down at Song Zhan.

While Song Zhan temporarily attracted Yan Mo's attention, a slender and well-behaved nanny in the team of star nannies raised her hand, and a white light fell on Brother Hao's body. Brother Hao, who had fallen to the ground and died, stood up again.

Got up.

Resurrection is the skill that all nannies dream of, and it is also the most popular magical skill among players.

As soon as Brother Hao stood up, more than a dozen green lights rushed into his body, quickly filling up his blood volume.

"Big man, if you have the guts, you can kill the laborers!"

Brother Hao, who was full of blood, raised his shield and taunted the Balrog who was chasing Song Zhan.

Yan Mo turned his head and looked at the lively Brother Hao. The flames in his blood-moon-like eyes stopped for a second.

"The favor of the God of Life?"

Balrog took a breath of the sacred breath remaining in the air and said uncertainly.

"Bang!"

Brother Hao's shield hit Balrog's knee hard, "You have the guts to kill labor, you red-skinned goat!"

I have to say that to be able to become a top main tank, if nothing else, you must have perfected your trash talking skills.

There is a saying in the gaming circle: The ability to trash talk determines the upper limit of a tank.

At this time, Brother Hao perfectly embodied this sentence. Song Zhan's attack just now was clearly too much, but after listening to Brother Hao's words, Yan Mo immediately gave up on Song Zhan, turned around and swatted the big sword down like a fly.

"Have you not eaten? Give labor and management a hard time!"

"That's it? The labor and management will stand and beat you, and you will have to beat me for a long time."

...

Brother Hao held the tower shield tightly, and trash talk continued to come out from under the shield.

"Ho, die!"

The veins on Balrog's forehead that were stimulated by Brother Hao's trash talk stood out from his dark red skin. To be able to arouse an Abyss Balrog to such an extent, Brother Hao deserves to be called the Star Master Tank.

The flames on the pitch-black sword suddenly converged inward, and a steady stream of flames poured into the sword body. The sword turned dark red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the air around the sword body was distorted by the high temperature.

"Brother Hao, get out of the way!"

Song Zhan looked at Brother Hao who was still hiding under the tower shield and frantically attacking mentally, and immediately reminded him loudly.

This level of terrorist attack is definitely not something that players can resist at this stage.

Hearing Song Zhan's reminder, Brother Hao exposed his eyes from the upper edge of the tower shield. As soon as he exposed them, he saw a dark red sword slashing towards him.

Brother Hao's tiger body trembled, and he decisively pounced to the side. The dark red sword scraped the edge of his body and chopped off. A corner of the golden shield in his hand was cut off like tofu by the Balrog's sword.

"My shield!"

Brother Hao looked at the tower shield that was missing a corner and its durability had plummeted. He was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe. If he had known better, he would have restrained himself.

"Everyone focuses on the boss, the hunter charges arrows, and the armor-piercing arrows focus on attacking the boss's wings. Break its wings for me. The knights step forward to help Brother Hao, just in case."

Zuiyin Jiangshan retreated while giving orders.

Seeing that Brother Hao had escaped, Song Zhan felt relieved and no longer hesitated, speeding up his output.

Following Zuiyun Jiangshan's order, a large number of attacks fell on Balrog's wings. By the time Balrog realized something was wrong, the originally broad and powerful fleshy wings had turned into battle-damaged skeletons.

After two tentative fannings, the familiar lift did not appear. Instead, a roar like a wind tunnel reached the ears of the fire demon Barbota.

Balrog, who had lost his wings, was already a turtle in a urn. Under the siege of nearly two thousand people, he persisted for another half an hour, and his blood volume was finally about to bottom out.

Song Zhan took a decisive step forward, and the Eternal Furnace was operating at full strength. His fighting spirit, physical strength, and half of his health were all converted into fiery energy. The air wave exploded, and his whole body rushed towards the sky like a rocket.

A heartbreaking leap!

With the blessing of the energy of the Eternal Furnace, Song Zhan jumped to a height of 100 meters before losing the strength to rise and turning around. Like a comet, his body was burning with golden-red flames and fell towards the Balrog's head.

Facing the strong wind pressure, Balrog looked up at the comet falling rapidly in the sky, a flash of despair flashed in his eyes, and he raised the sword with difficulty.

Before a block could be formed, the golden-red comet was already facing him.

"laugh!"

The dark red skin was torn, the muscles were severed, and the indestructible neck bones were chopped off with great force. The broken star-painted halberd in Song Zhan's hand cut off the Balrog's neck and chopped out his right chest.

-17000!

-3400!

"Boom!"

The earth was shaking, dust was flying, amidst the bursting flames, and the blood spurting out like magma, Song Zhan crashed to the ground like a murderous god from outside.