Chapter eight hundred and forty-seven do not say that words do not predict(2/2)
[Bow Cup Snake Shadow]!
In short, almost all the moves with group attack effects that could be used within 5 seconds were poured on them without hesitation.
However, this time, the people in the "elite hunting group" could bite their teeth. Even though people around them kept dying in Zuo Yang's hands, they still firmly surrounded Zuo Yang in the middle, and people kept rushing up to make up for the gap that had just been killed by Zuo Yang... The effect of [Flower God Seven Styles] was not discounted, but [Phantom Sword Technique] was not very good. This set of swordsmanship is essentially just a set of single-body explosion martial arts. The group injuries depend entirely on the Phantom created by the transformed Phantom, and the Phantom is not in a state of [Transfer Flowers and Jade]. The members of the "elite hunting group" have already understood everything. The Phantom was activated by them just now, and there was no room for performance at all.
But even so, this time, because the "elite hunting group" was too dense, Zuo Yang still caused them a lot of casualties in a short period of time.
At least four or five hundred people had to die in Zuo Yang's "bombing".
These people account for at least one-tenth of the current number of "elite hunting team", but their number advantage and confidence cannot be shaken for the time being!
If they do not have confidence, how can they be willing to stand still and use their bodies to withstand Zuo Yang's moves?
"Persevere, it's about to end!"
Someone is still reading for Zuo Yang, and when he is ready to use the equipment to immediately output all his strength when the state of [Transfer Flowers and Jade] disappears.
finally.
"It's over! He's in seconds!!!"
The pink energy on Zuo Yang's body disappeared for a moment, and everyone was excited as if they were injected with adrenaline.
In an instant.
Various unique skills, ultimate moves, ruthless moves, and insidious moves... were poured out from all directions as if they were not worth money. Even if some of the most peripheral attack range could not reach Zuo Yang's "elite hunting team" members, they were as if they were throwing their moves to the center of the encirclement as much as possible...
For these people, the moves at this time are not to cause any damage to Zuo Yang, because most of the long-range moves in the game are only 20 meters in the range, and these moves cannot touch Zuo Yang at all. They are just to vent their vent, Xuan*** Ying Chasing Group," which has accumulated arousal, anger, helplessness, fatigue, etc. since its establishment.
Damn!!!
Finally, I'm going to kill him once. I'm going to kill him this day. I've been playing with us like walking my dog!
While almost crazy about throwing out the skills, many people's noses became sore, and a mist appeared in their slightly red eyes. No one on the scene actually cried because of this, but everyone was really touched!
There are always some people who like wishful thinking self-motivation...
Finally, let us catch it!
But it's a pity.
When all the moves disappeared and the dust disappeared, what was placed in front of them was a large piece of rock-solid ice, and Zuo Yang stood inside the ice, looking at them with a smile.
Even blinked at them slutty [Ice Coffin Body Protection]!
Chapter completed!