Pinnacle Fantasy

The peaks of the guns of the three alliances gathered on the world's BOSS battlefield.

Wearing a suit of different colors, through the speedup movement, a afterimage is formed, like fiery red and silver light, illuminating the view covered by white smoke.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and this scene was comparable to the All-Star Game melee!

Before Su Kongzhe returned to the dust, they had never seen a collision between the Illusion Wind Realm. Such a god-level operation seemed independent and impeccable.

In the regular season between Pochen and Lin Yuan, they finally saw what effect the collision between the two Phantom Wind Realms would have. As a result, Su Kongzhe's eight phantoms beat Lin Yefeng's seven phantoms. Both sides were pressed with bloodlines at the same time. In the end, Pochen gained an advantage and defeated Lin Yuan.

From this we can see that every additional phantom in the Fantasy Wind Realm is a qualitative leap.

And now, what will happen if the three fantasy wind realms collide?

There is a damage saving throw between Yang Jiayu and Su Kongzhe in the same team, which is equivalent to Lin Yefeng fighting against two fantasy wind realms alone, which is definitely a complete defeat!

However, this is not a game, and it does not have a bloodline. You need to control the attack frequency and blood volume of the slug to obtain the last blow to the boss.

"Haha, Lin Yefeng is sure to lose. We are the two strongest fantasy wind realms. Team Su is not the Su team three years ago. Now he can also play eight phantoms, which are comparable to the Gun King!" The members of the Pochen team said excitedly.

"Lin Yefeng wants to surpass the Gun King? Let's talk about it when he can shoot eight phantoms! It's been two years, and there's no progress at all!"

"It's very difficult to increase the upper limit." Qingfeng Wei Lao hurriedly stopped the members of the group members from some discussions that led to war.

As three afterimages of different colors appeared, the players stared at the screen intently, and as usual, they began to count the phantoms of the Phantom Wind Realm.

"Lin Yefeng and seven. I have seen his Fantasy Wind Realm for so long, I don't need to count them!"

"The Gun Kings are eight!"

"Su Team must be eight...ah? No, no." The Pochen team members who cheered for their captain were stunned.

Everyone quickly focused their eyes on the phantom of wind and frost. It was obvious that there were two fewer than the broken void on the side; there were one fewer than the boundless fallen wood.

"What's going on? Why didn't Team Su play eight phantoms?" The members of the Pochen team were in a rage.

"It must be that Team Su is confident that he can win the boss with six phantoms!"

It seems that this can make sense, but players who have watched the game of Pochen Lin Yuan understand that Su Kongzhe never deliberately kept it when facing Lin Yefeng.

That is respect and recognition of the strong.

Even when grabbing the boss, it won't change.

The three fantasy wind realms collided with the silhouette at the same time. Such a large-scale attack, even if it targets a target of the silhouette, the people around it will be affected.

Players consciously stayed away from the silhouette and waited for the final result.

Yang Jiayu also discovered that Su Kongzhe, who could clearly make eight phantoms, only made six. This situation was the same as three years ago.

He watched the blood volume of the silhouette and his own blood volume decrease, and his hands typing on the keyboard faster.

Suddenly, Yang Jiayu paused his hand, and Yi Chen, who noticed something strange, immediately turned his head to look at him, but saw that Yang Jiayu had just stopped for a moment and started operating quickly.

If the Fantasy Wind Realm stops operating quickly during use, it will be completely interrupted!

But Yang Jiayu's operation is no longer in the Fantasy Wind Realm, but in the 70th level skill of the Sharp Gunman "Splitting Spirit Breaking God". A bullet penetrated the head of the sword!

Su Kongzhe and Lin Yefeng also stopped.

Because the silk slut fell down, the boss's fall was taken into account by Yang Jiayu.

"It turns out that senior is using the Fantasy Wind Realm as a cover." Lin Yefeng quickly landed on the ground, stood opposite the broken void, and said with a smile.

"The Fantasy Wind Realm is continuous damage. Although the blood pressure line is first-class, the damage caused by explosion depends on the crack spirit and God." Yang Jiayu said.

"I should have expected it." Lin Yefeng looked at the HP of Wubian Luomu and said, "But I also want to know what it would be like to use the Fantasy Wind Realm with you."

"Is it very refreshing?" Yang Jiayu asked.

"Naturally. With contrast, it will prompt me to go further. However, I hope Team Su can use all its strength." Lin Yefeng looked at the wind and frost that had just fallen steadily on the ground and said.

"This is not a question of all efforts." Su Kongzhe smiled, "It's just to make up for a regret. If you debuted a year earlier, or if we didn't leave, you might be able to see such a scene in the game."

Six, seven, eight...Three different number of phantoms of fantasy wind scenes on the field.

The silhouette was killed, the smoke around dissipated, and the players left one after another.

The Shunlei Army came to grab the boss without getting any benefits, so Lu Xi called the members to part. He accidentally turned his perspective and saw Lin Yefeng and Yang Jiayu and Su Kongzhe had a great time talking, and suddenly felt depressed.

Lu Xi understood that Lin Yefeng was someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Gun King, but he could only keep chasing the road Lin Yefeng walked.

Lu Xi sighed almost inauspiciously, but was heard by Fan Xing with his sharp ears.

Fan Xing said: "Brother Lu Xi, sooner or later you can be with them."

After saying that, he added: "I will always be able to compete with Team King."

"Xiaoxing, I really envy you for maintaining confidence at any time." Lu Xi said.

"It's not self-confidence, it's to motivate yourself and keep moving forward." Fan Xing said firmly.

"Perhaps, I am not suitable for playing the same way as Lin Yefeng." Lu Xi said, but soon changed the topic himself, as if no one needed to affirm or respond. He commanded the Shunlei Legion and left the world BOSS battlefield.

Yang Jiayu also sorted out his backpack, discussed the distribution of materials with Su Kongzhe, put the remaining materials in the legion warehouse, and said goodbye to Lin Yefeng.

"Xiao Jiayu did a good job. This is the first effort you have contributed to our Blood Demon! Don't cooperate with Pochen next time, we have to monopolize all resources!" Sima Xu made a speech here, and then Wang Zefeng called him off the line.

Sima Xu said in Yang Jiayu's small window with great pain, "Remember to visit me when you return to City N during the Spring Festival", and then got off the line.

This kind of saying that he feels like "visiting prison" made Yang Jiayu laugh out loud, and then he thought that with Wang Zefeng's harsh attitude, he would be in this state next year... He could not laugh at all!

"It's time to go back?" Yang Jiayu looked at the time in the lower right corner. It was already 21 o'clock.

"Well, let's go." Su Kongzhe simply checked out of his account card and stood up. "This cooperation is quite pleasant."

"If I didn't grab it, you wouldn't have said that." Yang Jiayu pointed out.

"Indeed." Su Kongzhe admitted readily.

"I feel like I'm being squeezed, right?" Yang Jiayu also pulled out the Void Broken Account Card.

"I originally wanted to have a game with you." Su Kongzhe said, "The three of us beat you, but unfortunately it was too late."

There is still such a premeditation? Yang Jiayu glared at Su Kongzhe in horror.

Several people settled the bill and walked out of the Internet cafe. It was much colder outside than inside the Internet cafe. Yang Jiayu exhaled a breath of heat and condensed into white mist in the air. He put his hands into his pockets and looked at Su Kongzhe beside him. He knew that the direction they were going home was different, so he could only say goodbye here.

The four of them said goodbye to each other, and Yang Jiayu turned around and walked straight towards the main road. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and wanted to look at his friends again.

Then, he saw Yi Chen who was talking to Su Kongzhe, and looked back at him tacitly as if he had some sense.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and smiled at the same time.

From then on, they went to the west and east.