Infinite Battlefield: Ten Times the Points

　　 Wu Ziqiang's face turned dark, and he punched the nearest boy on the head.

　　 "Stupid! I'm going to seal the phantom god!"

　　 "Wait for me to seal..."

　　 Suddenly, as if an invisible wave passed through his body quickly, Wu Ziqiang only felt a roar in his brain, and then his nerves were paralyzed and his spirit declined.

　　 Like a heatstroke in a hot summer, he fell to the ground feebly.

　　 his face was pale.

　　 Not only him, but the other people around him also performed the same way.

　　The dry smell of red leaves mixed with soil came from the tip of his nose. He squinted his eyes and looked at the sun in the sky, thinking in a daze: How could he suddenly be fainted?

　　 Turning his head, he saw blood on the other younger brothers. Although he was subconsciously startled, his brain was still blank.

　　‘The red is blood...how can the blood be on the surface...looks pretty good...’

　　 If he could get up and take a look at his body, he would definitely find that his skin also had cracks in many places, and bright red blood was slowly flowing out.

　　 Wu Ziqiang felt that the state was gradually recovering, and maybe it would take a few minutes for him to get up.

　　 Just as he thought so, that invisible wave swept across his body again.

　　 This time, he couldn't bear it and fainted.

　　 And under the Xiangyang tree in the distance, Su Yang is summing up the effects of these two exaggerations.

　　 "In the first release, five people fell to the ground after a short period of two or three seconds. They looked like collapse, without strength and energy, but they might continue to recover if left alone."

　　 "The second release, all five people lost consciousness."

　　 "The two releases will cause a certain tearing effect on the skin of five people, especially the part facing me."

　　 He approached without hurries or slowness, and carefully examined the influence of the mighty spirit on them from the five people.

　　 looked around and found no other abnormalities.

　　 "I don't know what level these players are, what are their physical and mental attributes..."

　　 "It seems that we need to find more players to try out more detailed information about this skill."

　　The words fell, Su Yang took out the golden sword and flicked it lightly.

　　 A small blue sword aura passed through the bodies of the five people, causing them to dissipate as spots of light.

　　 No matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat.

　　 After the five people were sealed, Su Yang turned around and just took a step, and his footsteps were a stop.

　　 He looked back at the ten-meter-long gully left by Jian Qi, frowning.

　　 "There is a sword spirit that can easily seal other players. What is the use of the prestige that day?"

　　 If the sword qi can't deal with it, can it be dealt with by the majestic spirit that day?

　　 At present, the damage output of Tianwei Shenqi is far inferior to Jianqi.

　　 "Hey, wait."

　　 Su Yang looked around and said in astonishment: "Isn't this the AOE skill I dream of!!!?"

　　Because he subconsciously classifies this as a physical ability, he only focuses on its actual power, and only now has he realized that this is a large-scale AOE skill.

　　 Although it is not a skill that focuses on output, it also makes Su Yang very happy.

　　 Sword Qi is actually barely counted, but it is not a skill after all.

　　 "I fell into a ideological misunderstanding before. Every thing exists for its reason. What I should do is use this skill in the right place."

　　 "So under what circumstances should this skill be used?"

　　......

　　 I want to talk about the most attractive place on the whole infinite land.

　　 No matter who it is, it is a warm wind grassland.

　　 The reason is very simple, here is an endless grassland, there is no space for traps, ambushes and other means.

　　All the players here can only fight in an open manner.

　　 Fighting is fierce, and it’s the easiest to upgrade.

　　 is the most "prosperous" place on the entire infinite land!

　　Although he is afraid of the phantom gods nearby, those who should come here will still come.

　　 There is a good saying, "If you don't dare to take risks because you are afraid of being sealed, then you simply don't come here and stay here in this world."

　　 Therefore, a large number of players come from other places every day, and there is a faint tendency to become the center of the infinite land.

　　 As soon as Su Yang came here, he immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

　　 "It's a phantom god! The phantom **** has appeared!"

　　 "Everyone, run! The magical **** is here!"

　　 "Hahaha, what run, we are about to break his myth, Zhengshou can't find him."

　　 "Don't be afraid, Illusory God is only one person, no matter how strong a person is, his power is also limited!"

　　 "......"

　　 just floating in the air, everyone has to act accordingly for him alone.

　　 This is his current deterrent.

　　 Su Yang did not stop those people from escaping. The main purpose of his coming here this time was to find a reasonable use of the mighty spirit, and to seal the players to earn points.

　　 Besides, if he wants to catch up, isn't he catching up in minutes?

　　 "Illusory God! Come down with the ability and challenge us!"

　　 A big red-haired man shouted at him, and behind him stood a dozen players with weird smiles.

　　 Except for the leading red-haired man, everyone else looks like a lunatic.

　　 Su Yang raised the corners of his mouth.

　　 He felt that his luck was very good, and he just wanted to find some powerful players to run in the skills, and immediately someone took the initiative to send it.

　　 Since this guy dares to challenge him, his strength must be very strong~www.novelmt.com~ This kind of enemy can truly show the specific effect of the mighty spirit!

　　 Thinking like this, his figure slowly fell.

"what!?"

　　 The red-haired man named Wang Zhanle is a 13th-level archer, and his profession is an intermediate professional melee archer.

He himself formed a small force called the "lunatic asylum", specifically recruiting those players who are not afraid of death, and with the organizational spirit of "I would rather hurt one thousand and eight hundred enemies", he made a reputation in this area. .

　　 They are like a group of mad dogs, chasing the enemy's **** and biting.

　　 Players nearby do not want to have an intersection with them.

　　 He originally thought that the phantom **** would attack them in the air, and he even figured out an escape route.

　　 The magic **** actually came down! ?

　　 If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Wang Zhanle's intelligence is still above the horizontal line, so naturally he dare not care.

　　 But the members of his organization are different.

　　 Seeing the magical gods land, they screamed and rushed up one by one.

　　 "Today I want to let the world know,'Ning trouble the Hades Palace, don't mess with the lunatic asylum'!"

　　 "We are the strongest in the world!"

　　 "You wait to retreat, a mere illusion, I am enough!"

　　 "Hahahaha, I run the fastest."

　　 One by one, ignorant young children.

　　 "Wait, wait!" Wang Zhanle was taken aback, and hurriedly shouted at their backs.

　　 However, it was too late, and several people had already approached the front of Illusory God.

　　 "Damn! Fight it!"

　　 As soon as he gritted his teeth, Wang Zhanle also rushed forward with all his strength.

　　‘If I can kill the phantom **** by surprise...’

　　 Ke's figure just rushed out, but the next scene made his eyes wide open and he was terrified.