Chapter 201 Never Empty (1 more)

   Use warrior heroes as bait to deceive strong human beings, and then send Juggernauts.

  This is not a classic…

Come!

cheat!

Come!

  Sneak attack! ?

   You make me, a 16-year-old "old" comrade, won't your conscience hurt?

   This year...

   A person who appears at the door of someone else's house with an axe is called [Assassin]!

   The one who stealthily stabs the enemy general Chrysanthemum with a big sword is called [Juggernaut]!

well!

  The world is going down!

Moral bankruptcy!

  Cough, far away!

  When Valeera held the two swordsmen who suddenly appeared with one enemy and two, McDonald didn't even think about it, he launched a [Spacewalk] sideways to dodge to the side.

  Juggernaut or something, they are all old Ass, fully automatic pathfinding, oh, butt-seeking!

   Almost at the same time as McDonald dodged, a two-meter-long machete flashed out of the illusion.

   The cold blade slashed across McDonald's forehead like this, but he didn't cut a single hair.

   Everyone around was stunned, except for McDonald's, who stared at each other with sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

   The four eyes are facing each other, and their black and white eyes have the same killing intent.

   It was a green-skinned swordsman with a circle of 'Buddha beads' around his neck. He wore a red upper body, and had typical elder brother's muscles, as well as a white beard and a white single ponytail.

   "Oh? Samuro? You want to sneak attack on me just because of your [Sea God Needle]?"

   A mere machete, how dare you say it's a sword?

  In the world of Azeroth, the door-sized [Ashbringer] is called a sword!

you--

   is not enough!

  …

  The person who came is the famous Fire Blade Saint Samuro!

   He was amazed at McDonald's astonishing reaction speed, and what shocked him even more was that he was actually told his origin.

   Shock is shock!

   The kung fu is unambiguous!

   A set of three consecutive [Cleave Slashes] slashed, and the weaker opponent lay dead on the spot.

McDonald's [Space Walk] continued, seemingly slowly stepping forward, making his figure look like a ghost, gracefully retreating, stunned in a space of less than one meter, while 'slowly' drawing his sword out of the scabbard , and even did not consume the [Power Word*Shield] that Liadrin gave him immediately.

  If Samuro's blade hits the shield, at least the energy of the shield will be lost.

   But no!

   McDonald's calm and calm attitude in the face of danger made the guards next to him join the UC shock department.

  Is this McDonald's really good eyesight, dodge every swordsman's sword?

fart!

   It's purely that this guy's [Fengshen Sprint] skills are fully activated! In line with the mentality of hiding if you can hide, and relying on skills to redeem your life if you can't avoid it, you have the leeway on your face.

   Of course, from the perspective of others, this is the absolute confidence of the top powerhouse!

   Samuro was almost stunned.

   However, he is an old swordsman after all.

   If the sneak attack fails, attack immediately.

   The target of his attack, of course, is the nurse!

   Teamfights can be lost, but the nurse must die!

  Humans, these priests should be very vulnerable, he killed much better in Stormwind Kingdom. Although they can heal their wounds, they are essentially big crispy skins.

What about the    staff?

Can the   staff withstand the onslaught of the broadsword in melee combat?

  No one thought that Liadrin would take out a big baby from her bifurcated legs!

  Cough!

Do not misunderstand!

   Liadrin's parents were killed by trolls since she was a child, and she wanted to take revenge. Although the way of the Holy Light played very smoothly, as a long-lived elf, it is normal to learn some swordsmanship.

   This is as normal as a football player with a wrench on the pitch.

   Talking about class limitations with heroes in the world of Azeroth is a fart!

  Which hero goes out without three or five job transfer books?

  Liadrin pulled the edge of the robe at the line of her right thigh, and McDonald discovered that her priest's robe had secretly opened a high slit like a cheongsam. Usually, it was fastened with a button, and it fell off as soon as it was pulled.

   At the same time she showed her long snow-white legs, she also had a strap with a scabbard inside.

   The speed of the [Sword Drawing Technique] was so fast that both the enemy and us were speechless at the same time. It was clearly an old swordsman who had been practicing for an unknown number of years.

   McDonald's can completely imagine that if he used his strength, he insisted on a 'two white legs on his shoulders', and the end would be 'a **** egg blooming'.

Seeing Liadrin fighting with Samuro's broadsword for a few rounds with her dagger in one breath, she also used the first blow to close the distance unexpectedly, forcing Samuro to be far away from each other. At a distance of one meter, he played close combat with North Korea, but he overwhelmed Samuro in momentum.

   is absolutely amazing!

   But, that's it.

  Juggernaut is a **** if you can't beat it.

   As if the stunts of [North Star Ichidō-ryu] are [Quickly Draw a Gun] and [Noon Has Come], when Samuro's momentum suddenly rose, Liadrin suddenly felt a big hand behind her grab onto her shoulder.

   "Ah! McDonald's...you..." Before Liadrin finished speaking, a few Samuros suddenly appeared in front of her, and they slashed her with a big knife.

   Unsurprisingly, it is [Mirror Image]!

  The cheap saint's set, McDonald's can memorize it.

Rely on [Wind Step] to sneak first, use the [Critical Strike] brought by the backstab to increase the critical damage, and see if you can kill the enemy in seconds. Storm] cheating.

   However, perhaps it was because he felt that McDonald was watching, or the last time he opened [Slut Storm] Dahl's triple blood blade was shot and killed as a warning to Samuro that the swordsman did not immediately launch a big move.

   However, the surprise of [Mirror Image] is quite scary.

   One-on-one, Liadrin prides itself on Samuro, but 1vs4, there will be a lot of trouble.

   A top swordsman, but he can train his [mirror image] to have independent movements, with his own attack power and vitality.

   McDonald tugged, and Liadrin felt a flash of gold behind her, and four large knives had already slashed on a shield of a ton of gold.

   "Dang——" After the four clanging sounds in no particular order, four shocking knife marks were left on the slightly soft gold nugget.

   In the next instant, the storm of gold coins is coming!

   "咻咻咻咻——"

   The unreasonable full-screen gold coin rain is completely shameful.

   Don't say three clones, you can beat another one hundred.

  Samuro struggled to control his mirror image clone, after all, the clone was not him. A person is distracted to control three additional horizons and three bodies at the same time, and deal with over a hundred gold coins that come from electro-radiation. This is to make him 'fat tiger'.

   One face, all the clones are destroyed.

   Samuro has the intention of retreating.

   "Want to go!?" McDonald sneered, his seemingly thin body suddenly burst out with an astonishing momentum like a giant dragon swooping.

   "Crack!" When his first foot smashed the cement brick under his feet, Samuro realized that something was wrong.

  【Bitch Storm】is impossible!

   Use is to die!

   The former chief has proven this with his life.

   McDonald's didn't expect that Samuro, the slut, would have the ability to have a [Wind Walk] disappear into his perception at the moment when [God of War Charge] was successfully launched.

The    system prompts: [God of War will not go empty, the target range spreads to 300 yards, the most threatening target to the host within this range is being determined... A new target is being locked for you - Garrosh * Hellscream! 】

  Under the astonished gaze of Liadrin and the others, McDonald's charge turned a corner halfway, swooped down from the thief-high bunker, and slammed into the brainless roar who had just entered the bunker.

   The temperature dropped sharply, and the author fell on his knees again yesterday with a cold.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)