In Qiankun, the means of attack are divided into normal attacks and special attacks.

Normal attacks are attacks that use weapons, and the damage value depends on the basic attributes of the weapon as well as the attributes of the weapon itself. Usually it doesn't inflict any status, only consumes stamina (very little), and has a cooldown time equal to almost none.

There are two types of special attacks, the first is a skill attack, and the second is a magic attack. [Arc Slash], [Charge], [Bead Arrow], etc. are all used by warrior classes, and they are classified as skill attacks, consuming mana (average) and endurance (average); [Fireball], [Meteor Shower], etc., are all used by mage classes, and are classified as magic attacks, which consume mana (average) and stamina (average). Any special attack has a cooldown, and each time it is activated, it costs mana.

The Gathering Attack is the third type between the two attacks. It uses physical attacks as a means, but the preparation time is at least more than 5 seconds, causing damage that is not inferior to skills and magic, the cooldown time is almost equal to none, and the stamina value (average) consumes when activated. According to the official introduction, the Qi Gathering Attack is a powerful attack method that concentrates the will and mental power of the character, and it is an instinct that does not need to be learned from the mentor.

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"You have a special constitution, and all attacks inflicted on you by necromantic creatures will be weakened, right? So, what if it's done by otherworldly creatures? Qingyi smiled at the black cocoon. Blood trickled down the black blade, wetting the mat of the leader of the guards.

The shadow returned to Qingyi's feet like a thread, and the black cocoon slowly unraveled. Qingyi snorted, a little surprised. Bishop Pooh was covered in wounds all over his body, some of them deep into his bones, like a bloody man, and he used his wand to prop himself up so that he would not fall.

"How is that possible! He should have been cut into countless pieces, why wasn't he dead yet! Xue Duo was shocked.

"There's nothing surprising about it, it should be that [Song of the Lamb] was used to create an 'invincible' state, and then [Holy Healing] was used to barely regain the amount of blood. But that's the end of it, no one can stop me from killing him. ”

Qingyi smiled, and Priest Huang Quan stepped out and raised his wand.

"No, I won't let you hurt Bishop Pooh!" A priest took out a white-gold scroll from his bosom, pulled it open and tore it hard: "[God's Protection]!" "A large, white virtual image of the god rises behind Bishop Pooh, his wounds healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[God's Protection]: Restores 5% of the target's health per second and reduces damage taken by 30% for 30 seconds.

"This is what the archbishop has given us for our own preservation, necromantic creatures! We will do everything in our power to protect Your Excellency! Although the priest's face turned blue with fright, he didn't take a step back, and said with great momentum.

Pastor Huang Quan sighed and said faintly: "The Lord says, what you see is good, it is evil. ”

[Curse of the Night]! Bishop Pooh couldn't help but scream and fell to his knees, the virtual image behind him had turned into a black, burning demon god, and waves of darkness and deathly aura spread outward, forcing the priests to take a few steps back!

"In this way, you lose 5% of your health per second and take 30% more damage." With Qing Yi's voice, the "Guardian of the Throne" emitted a bright golden light, and a powerful force rushed out from the sword's body, and it turned out to be a gathering qi attack. "Add 50% extra soul damage to this one, and you're dead."

"No, you can't kill the Bishop!" The leader of the guards stretched out his arm to Qingyi, his eyes like a wolf driven to a dead end.

Qingyi turned his head and asked him: "You are not related to him, what does it matter to you if I kill him?" ”

"Because he's a good man!"

"But in my eyes, he's the enemy. I thought you'd come up with some surprising reason. Qingyi sneered and kicked back the hand of the guard leader. The Defender of the Throne "did not become a virtual body, but literally beheaded Bishop Pooh, splitting him in half." The blood was separated by the powerful sword qi in the air, splattering to both sides.

The leader of the guards was shocked on the spot, and he was also splashed with blood all over his face, but he did not reach out to wipe it. He just watched the Bishop fall...... Fall down...... Fall down......

Then, with it, he collapsed and lost consciousness. The phrase in my mind is like a candle slowly extinguishing...... "All men are created equal"......

Upgraded!

Qingyi burst into tears. It's not easy, after killing the "Evil Disease Monk" Pooh, he is finally level 34! It's a pity that there is no mentor of the Necromantic King in the territory at present, so he can't learn any new skills. Thinking of this, he sulked again, so he had to aim his butcher's knife at the rest of the sacrifice.

Although the sacrifice is the nemesis of the necromantic creatures, Qingyi is not an ordinary necromantic creature, he served as the team captain when he was still a living player, and he knows every skill of the sacrifice well, and can even tell the data of some frequently contacted skills (such as cooldown time, cast time, etc.). Therefore, the weaknesses of the sacrifice are also clear: the attack power is low, the defense is also low, and the fear of being attacked in close quarters is ...... This cargo is completely a support group, and if it is put on the frontal battlefield, the first wave of attacks can break them up for the most part. Although the support skills of the priest and the priest are very powerful, it also depends on who assists, all of them are plague patients, and Qingyi doesn't think that he will lose to them.

The soul wavelength was suddenly released from the Necromantic King. After the candle flame was extinguished, it was always extinguished by this invisible force.

Snort.

Swish.

"Ahh - "Bang.

In the darkness there was a palpitating sound of cutting and piercing.

Qingyi slaughtered the sacrifices cleanly, so that the sacrifices didn't make much noise before they died. It was only half a minute, and except for Qingyi, there was no one on the first floor of the shelter who could stand up. Several of the patient's family members got up and tried to escape, but they were all beheaded by the "Guardians of the Throne", so that even healthy people pressed their faces to the ground and did not dare to move.

In the bloody, dreary air, there was a slight "click, click" sound, which came from the Qingyi bone joints, but no Dongren made a louder sound than it. He really left without killing a single patient, as he said before. The sick people who woke up, the healthy people who didn't pass out, gritted their teeth, their eyes were full of tears, and they prayed for the same thing in their hearts: God, let "that guy" get out quickly......

Walking out of the shelter, Qingyi found that the human soldiers were trying to attack the defense line of the skeleton soldiers (summoned from the corpses of the townspeople), and couldn't help laughing: "Great! ”

Xue Duo said strangely: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"No one is robbing the monster now! The whole map is chartered by me, ahahaha! He took out his pen and began to sign on the walls of the shelter.

With the king's laughter, the skeleton soldiers also opened and closed their jaws, and waved their weapons excitedly. Even if the lower half of the body is smashed, they are still high above the arms, splitting, splitting, splitting......

Xue Duo suddenly felt that he understood their words.

"Let's die together......"

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"It's boring......"

The boxer player sitting on the roof of the shelter shook his head, full of disdain: "There is too much nonsense, and it takes so long to kill someone, pretending to be forced." To kill you, one punch is enough. ”

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Bell bell bell bell ......

When the killing was in the hearty place, a crisp bell suddenly sounded. The bell seemed to be able to spread throughout the town, but it didn't alarm anyone.

Qingyi's face changed: "It's not good, it's half past eleven so soon?" ...... "He cooperated with the skeleton soldiers, fought a bloody way in the soldiers' interception, and then left the warm town according to the original way, could it be that the city lord's mansion was captured?"

"What's wrong, what's wrong? What happened? Xue Duo was at a loss, and asked Qingyi repeatedly.

"I set the system alarm clock before......" Qingyi hurriedly straddled the top of the wooden fence, but he didn't have time to answer. He didn't step on it when he went down, and rolled forward, and his body was covered with blades of grass, so he was not embarrassed. "It's time to go to bed now!"

"Sleep? Do you think Uncle Ben is a fool? How do necromantic creatures sleep? ”

"It's me going to sleep! …… Forget it, you don't understand it. Qingyi waited for his battle state to end, then turned back into his human form and tiredly went offline: "Good night, Xue Duo." ”

It's not okay not to sleep, after all, you have to wake up early tomorrow. Mentor Johansen said there was a job opportunity waiting for him, what would it be? Thinking about it, I'm looking forward to it.

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Cozy town, piles of corpses.

Without the source of the Necromantic King, the skeleton soldiers were powerless, and their fragile body structures were no match for the soldiers, and they were quickly broken up and shattered into white bones. It was a terrible sight, with bones and flesh in pieces and mixed with each other, eyeballs staring feebly at the night sky, and mouths without blood bubbles not knowing what to spit out.

Eventually, in order to prevent the spread of the plague, all the corpses were arranged in piles, doused with fire oil, and all were incinerate. The leader of the guards braced himself and placed Bishop Pooh's body on the pile, then turned his head. The flames jumped, making the shadows dance. And the leader of the guards looked at the shadow, and suddenly shed two lines of tears.

Before the flames were extinguished, the townspeople went home with complicated expressions, and the ashes were disposed of tomorrow. After the harassment and bloodshed, everyone needs to rest. The leader of the guards took a deep look at the fire, and when he saw the sparks blown up by the wind, his mouth bent so that he could not tell whether to laugh or cry.

Burn silently.

There was no one on the field, only blind moths dancing on the firelight.

A black human body rose from the fire, moving so slowly, yet the charred tissue on his body kept falling, like pieces of black charcoal that naturally disintegrated. His body shook suddenly, he arched his waist in pain, and his mutilated palm habitually hid his face, and made a sound:

"Ahem......"