Originally, gathering fire was not an easy thing to do.

The player is not a monster and cannot make a perfect fire attack.

Maybe a moment faster will be counted as an attack in the previous second, or maybe a small beat slower will be counted as an attack in the next second.

As long as it is human, it is inevitable that mistakes will occur, and errors are unavoidable.

This is also the reason why Gao Ming insisted on arranging more than 300 people knowing that more than 200 people would be able to gather fire to extinguish Huangquan, that is, he wanted to eliminate the impact of the error through the advantage of numbers.

But.

Huang Quan's small step back completely disrupted his clever calculations.

More than forty sensitive people have been kicked out of the fire sequence.

Coupled with the slashing and slashing of those four violent maniacs, they can cut down thirty or forty people.

In this way, when this group of sensitive people finally accumulated enough combos to launch a skill gathering fire on Huang Quan, the remaining people will be more than 200 people at most, unless they are lucky enough to make no mistakes, otherwise, they will not be able to kill Huang Quan at all.

Can you not make mistakes?

Wise, praying.

Under the obsession of killing Huang Quan, he still has illusions.

"It must be possible, it must be possible!"

"These brothers are all elites carefully selected by me, and they will definitely be able to achieve perfect fire!"

"Attack, keep attacking!"

"You can't let Huang Quan retreat anymore, you must nail him in place!"

Don't dare to let Huang Quan retreat again, if he takes another step back, the Min in the penultimate row will also be kicked out of the attack sequence, and at that time, even if it is a perfect fire, it will be useless.

Whoosh ......

Waves of feathered arrows, like a storm, bombarded the Yellow Spring.

The healing of the demon dragon keeps triggering, triggering and triggering.

It's hard to take a step back, it's hard for outsiders to imagine.

"Since you can't go back, you can only use another way!"

It's not just a way to go backwards.

With a wave of his staff, Huang Quan cast his skill.

It's weird.

At this moment, the skill he cast, but it was a seemingly useless skill, which was the top of Mount Tai with a casting range of only 100 meters.

100 meters is too short to reach the Min who is standing 140 meters away.

But.

Huang Quan seemed to be in a panic, waving his staff again and again, and Mount Tai kept casting it, and then casting it.

Thereupon.

The Vigilantes of the Night Legion are working hard to accumulate the number of attacks.

Mo Shaojun, the four violent maniacs, was frantically weakening the number of enemy troops.

Huang Quan was stupid and kept casting the useless Mount Tai Suppression.

Time passes by second by second.

"Die!"

With all hope.

With the deepest curse.

Gao Ming, once again pulled out the bow and arrow.

The next moment, the skill will be activated when it is fired.

But at the same time.

Rumble!

Another great mountain, falling from the sky.

It's still useless Tarzan to the top.

But.

"Damn, it's not good!"

"Nima, it's over!"

"Fack, Fack!"

Under the desperate gaze of the Night Legion players, a violent shockwave suddenly erupted, along the stone bridge, rushing towards them.

The earth dragon rolled over and triggered.

The corners of Huang Quan's mouth bloomed with a smile.

It's done!

A cast range of 100 meters does not mean that Tarzan can only attack enemies within 100 meters.

Tarzan is a group attack skill with an attack range of 10x10 meters.

And this 100-meter cast distance is the distance from the center of Mount Tai's crushing attack, that is, in fact, the maximum attack distance of Tarzan's crest is 105 meters.

The extra five meters determine the outcome of the victory, and the earth dragon with a coverage range of 40 meters can turn over, and can attack the enemy up to 145 meters away.

145 meters!

The players in the front row of the Night Legion are 140 meters away from the Yellow Spring.

It's a fatal five meters.

The aftermath of the shock wave was irresistibly blasted over, and the entire four columns of sensitive people were bombarded.

Shoot Fly!

Even if it's just a distance of less than five meters, it's a knockout.

It's not just about flying.

And vertigo.

Moreover, this stun is not fixed for a fixed time, but fluctuates with the distance of the strike, the longest is 0.5 seconds, and the shortest is only a moment.

But it was this vertigo at different times that completely disrupted the Night Legion's concentrated fire offensive.

0.5 seconds slower.

That's half a second.

What about the perfect set of fire.

Bang bang bang......

When the feathered arrows fell.

When a long list of damage numbers burst out of the top of Huang Quan's head.

Huang Quan, standing tenaciously, has more than 5,000 health points.

More than five thousand points, that's enough.

Because, under this concentrated fire attack, the healing of the demon dragon was triggered again, directly raising Huang Quan's blood volume to more than 20,000.

There is also the immortal Xiaoqiang special effect of the Supreme Demon Body, and it is more than 4,000 points of recovery.

There is no need to cast the Mengde Rejuvenation Charm.

Huang Quan's blood volume has risen to 25,000.

Two more waves of fire, two more dragons to heal, but it will be full of blood.

Staff, wielding.

Salvation of the Light, activated.

Under Gao Ming's desperate gaze, the little bell that was finally extinguished by the fire was resurrected, and at the same time as the resurrection, he added a healing skill to himself, and he was full of blood in an instant.

"Damn, damn, ahh......hhh

An angry roar can't change the ending.

No matter how unwilling Gao Ming is, he must admit that it has become impossible to kill Huangquan.

The next round of fire gathering will take nearly ten seconds.

Ten seconds, under the attack of those four violent maniacs, the Night Legion had already collapsed, and there was no talk of skill concentration.

But.

Being able to become the leader of the Night Legion is clever and not weak.

After a brief moment of anger, Gao Ming made a decision.

"Huang Quan, our battle is not over yet!"

"Even if I can't kill you, it won't let you win easily!"

"This battle will end in a draw!"

"It's all five wins and one draw, I can't get into the top ten, don't think about it!"

He glared at Huang Quan hatefully.

Then.

Gao Ming gave an order: "Break the whole into pieces, fight separately, run!" ”

This is the rhythm of the rout.

Once it is broken into zero, the end is to be killed one by one.

But.

The sensitives of the Night Legion did not panic, but their faces were relaxed, and in an instant, they opened their legs and ran, like birds and beasts, running to their own things.

Huang Quan was dumbfounded.

Mo Shaojun and the others were also dumbfounded.

"Damn, why are these guys messing up?"

"Nima, don't run, stand still and die!"

"Damn, what are you doing running so fast, stop for Lao Tzu!"

"Thief, don't stand stupidly, chase it!"

It's really hard to chase.

They are all sensitive, and under the full run, it is really difficult for everyone to catch up.

Huang Quan found out for the first time, it turned out that it was still good to be set on fire, at least, the enemy would not run around, which is like now, more than 300 people, like more than 300 antelopes, scurrying all over the screen, almost blinded Huang Quan's small eyes.