Chapter 69 Killing

"This is what Zou Peng said about resisting the ring of fire? Why did you even go out?"

"If the bison doesn't go away, why don't you go by yourself?"

"Uh, I understand the reasoning, it's just that it's quite a tricky operation to use control skills as displacement."

Moo! ! !

While Ding Jin and Zhang Haobo were discussing, the Warcraft Buffalo let out an angry moo.

Violet flames rose out from under the skin, enveloping it in a blink of an eye.

The purple flame brought extremely high temperature, and the grass and shrubs around it quickly withered and burned, turning into scorched black traces.

And even Mo Lan, who was more than 20 meters away, could feel the scorching heat, which immediately made everyone cautious.

"It's too big, everyone be careful."

Ding Jin shouted in a low voice.

"Be careful not to get too close, especially Zou Peng, the temperature of this flame is much higher than that of the fireball technique, it can roast you to death."

Mo Lan said with a serious face, and Zou Peng nodded immediately.

According to Mo Lan's research, the lethality of fireball lies in flames and explosions.

But the temperature of the fireball technique was nothing compared to Zi Yan, which had to make Mo Lan nervous.

At the same time, Mo Lan was also slightly excited.

Previously, Mo Lan couldn't find a way to increase the temperature of the fireball spell. This is not within the scope of adjustment, and it is not clear what kind of spell node structure can create high temperature.

So much so that the improvement direction of increasing the temperature of the fireball technique and the wall of fire technique has come to a standstill, and Mo Lan understood when he saw the purple inflammation on the bison and felt the temperature.

The opportunity has come.

A somewhat happy Mo Lan murmured.

"Come on, come on, I must beat you to death today.

Me, Mo Lan said it! "

Mo Lan said harshly.

"If I can't beat you to death, then I'll ask someone to beat you together."

Before the words fell, the beast bison rushed towards Mo Lan.

A fiery heat approached, leaving a scorched mark where the bison passed.

Although she was wearing a water shield, Mo Lan still felt the temperature rise, and the water shield outside was boiling and fluctuating rapidly, as if it might break in the next moment.

Mo Lan's eyes were calm, magic power gushed out, and a wind blade quickly formed and whizzed away.

While the wind blade was attacking, Mo Lan began to build a fire resistance ring.

Unconsciously, Mo Lan waved her fingers, but found that the magic power can form nodes faster with the dancing of fingers, thus forming spell models faster.

This discovery shook Mo Lan's spirit, and the speed of resisting the formation of the fire ring was a little faster.

puff!

The wind blade technique was pierced by the purple jade-like horns, the wind howled, and the purple flames on the bison's body buzzed, but they were still firmly attached to the surface of the bison's body.

Seeing this, Mo Lan quickly activated the resistance fire ring, and the approaching bison was covered with purple flames. The momentum of the charge faltered, and he backed up a few steps, and Mo Lan was thrown out again, successfully staying away from the bison.

However, the water shield on his body was also broken by the high temperature flames of the bison.

The moment the water shield shattered, it was vaporized. Mo Lan could feel the scorching heat right away. Looking at the bison that was getting closer, his face remained unchanged.

The fingers of his right hand quickly slid in front of him, and the gust of wind technique adapted from the wind blade technique quickly took shape, roaring directly towards the lake.

And Mo Lan didn't stand still, but rushed into the wind, using the wind speed to double, and rushed out like an arrow that left the string.

"This is the spell I was talking about that restrains archers and archers. When the wind blows, there will be no arrows or spears."

Ding Jin: "...This is obviously a displacement."

Zou Peng fell silent.

Zhang Haobo said aloud at this time.

"Looking at the strength of the spell, it's probably a third-level spell.

So this bison is probably a beast of level seven, or level eight or level nine, should we help?

It's a bit of a loss for Mo Lan to die now. "

Ding Jin pondered for a moment when he heard the words, and looked at Mo Lan whose expression was not disturbed at all.

"Forget it, Mo Lan should have plans himself, we won't move until he speaks."

The words just fell.

"What are you still doing, watching a play!

I will now weaken the flames and create opportunities for you to attack melee. "

The three of Ding Jin were taken aback when they heard the words, and quickly picked up their weapons and rushed forward.

Before he knew it, Mo Lan had already run to the lake with the bison. Mo Lan, who had used the Gale Technique three times in a row, suddenly turned around and grinned at the bison.

Without looking back, he yelled.

"You three, all take off."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Lan pointed behind the monster bison.

The ink cartridge rotates, and the yellow light sinks into the earth.

Rumble! Rumble!

The earth trembled, and the nearby lake stirred up thousands of waves. The bison within the range of the ground splitting technique was unstable, and seemed to be a little bit aroused by the shaking earthquake.

The three of Ding Jin fell to the ground outside the range of the ground splitting technique, their bodies swayed slightly, and they came to support while staring at the terrifying scene with dumbfounded eyes.

"Awesome."

Mo Lan smiled lightly, the right index finger on her chest stopped sliding, and a ring of fire flew towards the bison.

"Fuck, resist the ring of fire."

Seeing Zou Peng yelling, he squatted down and curled up.

The ring of resisting fire erupted on the side of the bison, and the huge impact made the bison's limbs slightly lift off the ground, and then the bison was completely lifted out and landed in the lake.

"Moo!"

Angry cow moos resounded, and a shocking scene appeared.

Even in the water, the purple flames are still burning, the surrounding water is constantly boiling, and the white bellies of the lake fish are turning up, and the white mist is lingering, just like burning mountains and boiling seas.

"Moo!"

The purple flame burned fiercely in the water, and it took dozens of seconds to extinguish it.

"He's out of blue."

As soon as the words fell, a high-speed spinning arrow pierced through the air.

After the purple inflammation on the bison disappeared, it came into contact with the water and kept paddling towards the shore.

The chasing arrow came in a flash, and the high-speed rotating cyan tornado lifted the water. The bison who was out of balance in the water made a mistake in dodging. The tornado crazily tore the bison's head, and the solid arrow directly sank into the bull's eyes, making it let out a cry of pain And howling angrily.

Without waiting for the buffalo to react, a wind blade technique hit the buffalo's neck, leaving a not-so-shallow scar on it, and the blood flowed, staining the waters red.

After experiencing two blows in succession, the bison finally came to the shore, with its front hooves resting on the shore, and jumped up suddenly.

"Moo!"

The moment the bison landed, the rock shield formed in Zhang Haobo's hand was pulled up from the ground.

Rumble!

The fan-shaped waves made the body of the bison sway left and right just after landing, while Zou Peng, who had been waiting for a long time, swung the scimitar in his hand violently.

Accompanied by the fluctuation of the spell, gusts of wind appeared on the scimitar and the wrist,

Immediately after, the fluctuation of grudge made Zou Peng's hand speed reach its peak.

The machete in his hand stabbed along the wound on the bison's neck.

No, it should have been several high-speed thrusts in a row, but it looked like there was only one.

The scimitar fell apart, but there was a deep scar on the buffalo's neck.

The wind blade technique makes up the knife, completely cutting off the last vitality of the beast bison.

After the buffalo struggled violently, four streams of white smoke dispersed into several people's bodies. The four panted and looked at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

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