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"Ding, the player Ye Chen uses the skill True Sword (Active Version), the damage dealt to him by swordsman players within 10 yards will be halved, and the damage he receives will be doubled. The skill lasts for [-] minutes."

Hearing this prompt explaining the effect of the skill, the players on the scene were really dumbfounded, and a group of swordsman players were even more ashamed. They never dreamed that someone had mastered such a skill. This skill is simply a sword. Swordsman, any swordsman facing this kind of skill will be depressed to death, not to mention that the attack damage is half weaker, but the damage he takes is doubled, I'll fuck it, isn't this killing the swordsman?

Po Qianjun looked at the golden giant sword floating above Ye Chen's head in the sky, opened his mouth wide, and widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost. The golden sword obviously moved with Ye Chen's movement, which is quite After Ye Chen casts this skill, he can create a field. As long as any swordsman player enters this field, he will face the fate of being ravaged. The urge to run, he didn't like the feeling of powerlessness, not at all.

"Ye, Ye Zi still has this kind of skill?" Zui Xiangsi was also full of disbelief, and immediately she said angrily: "The damn guy made everyone worry about him for nothing, haha, look at the expressions of the three of them, Lan Shirt, how exciting."

Everyone heard the words and looked in the direction Zui Xiangsi pointed, and saw that the three people surrounding Ye Chen were completely frozen in place, and the expressions on their faces were frozen, including the original ferocious complacency and the panic after hearing the prompt. And unbelievable, there is a trace of despair, really wonderful.

"How? Are you not going to make a move? If you don't make a move, I'm going to make a move." Ye Chen was not in a hurry to make a move, he coughed unhurriedly.His eyes swept over the pale faces of the three of them one by one with interest. This is the mutated version of the only true sword. In order to make this skill mutated, Ye Chen has quietly put in a lot of effort these days. Now it is the first time After using it, he must of course appreciate the appearance of the enemy after being hit by this skill.

"Yechen, you liar, you damn devil, you bastard who should go to hell."

Awakened by Ye Chen's voice, Lan Shirt roared loudly.His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were red, and his expression was ferocious and crazy. He could no longer maintain the slightest composure, because he couldn't imagine it at all.What will happen to him if he loses that thing? Once the news gets out.I'm afraid that the Xutian Temple can't accommodate him anymore.The furious Mingtian will tear him into pieces, and all this is thanks to the man in front of him. He has already made a plan to cheat that thing from his own hands. This person should go to hell the devil!

"Devil, devil. Yechen, you are a devil, and this skill is a skill that only devils can master. Damn it, damn it. I'll fight with you!" Qian Sing's sadness was trembling with despair, and her heart was full of Ye Chen. Apart from jealousy and hatred, this skill, why isn't this skill in my own hands?This is unfair, this skill can only be mastered by a powerful and handsome swordsman like himself, why, why is it in the hands of a demon, to kill him, he must be killed!

In Qian Chang's sad eyes, everything in Lieshan City should be his, and everything Ye Chen owns should also be his. How could those good things not be his? Jealousy finally drove him into madness. He waved the long black sword indiscriminately and slashed at Ye Chen.

With a crisp sound of ding, Ye Chen didn't dodge at all, because there was no need for it, he turned his head to look at Qian Sang's sadness, his eyes were full of pity, what a poor guy, he drove him crazy, when he attacked He didn't even know to bring a powerful skill, my God, is he tickling himself?Can he still be weaker?

After reading Ye Chen's eyes, singing that sadness, he felt that he was the most miserable person in the world. His eyes suddenly turned red, but this time they were not red from anger, but red from crying. This young and handsome man The swordsman actually cried out of anger.

"Wow, look, Wang Liuma, our newcomer from Wucheng District, pissed. God, whoever of you is going to find his mother, go and help find his mother." Zui Xiangsi exaggeratedly shouted, and the surrounding The players laughed loudly, while everyone in Xutian Temple covered their faces, saying that I really don't know him, and he and I are definitely not in the same group.

Hearing the ridicule around him, Qian Chang's sadness completely collapsed, he suddenly cried like a furious primary school student, raised his sword and slashed at Ye Chen, screaming meaninglessly.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, following the sound of a series of long swords slashing at the armor, several extremely weak damage figures floated above Ye Chen's head, he shook his head speechlessly, secretly said that his mental quality was too poor, and then calmed down. He said, "It's time to end."

As soon as the voice fell, before Qian Chang's sadness could react, the Dark Demon Madman Sword shot out horizontally, and with a bang, the crying Dark Swordsman flew out horizontally, and his body bowed like a shrimp Before landing, a huge damage figure flew above his head.

With a plop, under the stares of everyone gasping for air, the dark swordsman fell to the ground in the distance. It was already a corpse.

Ding, there was a crisp sound, and a long sword exuding dark golden light fell to the place where the dark swordsman died. One dares to step forward.

Ye Chen smiled slightly, ignored Jian Wuxin and Lan Shirt, and walked slowly towards the long sword. With a whoosh, the senior officials of Xutian Temple subconsciously retreated to the side. Linghu Shenyue.

"Yechen, Yechen, Yechen..." Linghu Shenyue looked at Ye Chen who was approaching, and howled in a piercing voice. Her hair was disheveled, like a ghost from hell, and even her eyeballs were blood red.

Ye Chen casually put the dark golden long sword into his backpack, glanced at the hysterical fox Shenyue, and said flatly, "It's too ugly."

After finishing speaking, with a swish of the Black Demon Madman sword in his hand, he slashed towards Linghu Shenyue, destroying flowers with his hands, Ye Chen never felt burdened.

Ding!

Ye Chen's long sword fell, but the sound it made was not the sound of tearing the magic robe, but the sound of cutting the heavy armor. It turned out that the moment Ye Chen was about to make a move, Jian Wuxin charged and blocked Linghu Shenyue in front of.

With a plop, Jian Wuxin only had time to give Linghu Shenyue a final affectionate look before falling limply to the ground.

"Wuxin, Wuxin, Yechen, I'll fight with you, I'll fight with you!" Linghu Shenyue rushed towards Ye Chen like a shrew.

puff!

Ye Chen didn't show any emotion on his face. With a sweep of the long sword, Linghu Shenyue's pure white robe was torn and hit her body.

thump!

This is already the third sound of the player falling to the ground, and the faces of the surrounding players are full of numbness. They are a little used to it, or as of now, their brains have not turned around too much. It was a dream, the reversal happened too fast, and it was too amazing. Ye Chen changed from the fish on the chopping board to the knife for chopping the fish with just one skill. It was such a gorgeous turn, so gorgeous that everyone couldn't believe it.

Ye Chen ignored the intentions of the players around him. He casually put away the two pieces of dark gold equipment, turned around slowly, looked at the pale and at a loss blue shirt, and said lightly: "Now it's your turn, you Do you want to struggle? In fact, this is really boring, come on, struggle, I will give you this chance. "

The blue shirt was angry, the blue shirt was crazy, the flames of rage rose in his eyes, but in the depths of his eyes, there flashed an imperceptible ecstasy color, he hid this ecstasy very well, the player They were all attracted by his roar and the ferocious look on his face, but no one noticed it.

In fact, the blue shirt has a big move, this big move is called a sword to break the blood, a sky-defying skill, can completely ignore the opponent's defense, and can exert six times its own attack power, but this skill requires The time is extremely long, the general enemy on the battlefield will not give him this opportunity at all, so he has not used this skill since he acquired it, but now Ye Chen actually gave him a chance to fight back, he immediately thought of this skill .

The heart was beating violently, and Lan Shan believed that as long as he used this skill, he could kill Ye Chen instantly, and then, he could kill Ye Chen back to level zero.

That's right, to kill back to level zero, as long as he can kill Ye Chen once, when Ye Chen is revived with Huihun Powder, the opponent will fall into a weak state of anemia, even if the damage he receives is halved, he can still kill Ye Chen with a single sword. .

Thinking of this, Blue Shirt felt that every pore was jumping for joy, he was laughing wildly in his heart, he was trembling with excitement in his heart, his body was flushed with blood, and he began to prepare his skills.

Ye Chen didn't seem to care much about the changes in Lan Shirt's body. He walked towards Lan Shirt slowly, sizing up this man with an angry and ferocious look on the surface, but ecstasy hidden deep in his eyes. , Maybe this man still despises himself in his heart, but what he doesn't know is that when you treat your enemy as a fool, you are often the biggest fool.

"I haven't seen you for a while, 58, why did you become so vicious? Lan Shirt was originally a desperate person. Killing him at that time might not be too painful for him, but you insisted on giving him hope, and then killed him with your own hands. This hope is shattered, this unlucky guy may collapse, he is really a guy worthy of sympathy." Ye Chen said, but he felt that 2058's behavior this time was a little weird, and it seemed a little different from the past. (To be continued..)