As the clamped blade of good and evil suddenly rose upward, stabbing out at lightning speed, Qian Leng only felt a heart-rending pain in his left eye socket, and the shining cold light of the knife had already penetrated his eyeballs.

Burst!

A bright red blood line soared, and Qian Leng's blood bar, which had just passed a thousand points, suddenly plummeted, and fell to the bottom in an instant.

"Add blood!" The liver and intestines roared, and the blinded Qian Leng was in severe pain, and the two scissor-shaped daggers in his hands rose straight up, trying to use this strange way to break his wrist to stop Ye Zhen's extremely fast combo.

"I can't help myself." In the face of Qian Leng's trapped beast fight, Ye Zhen snorted noncommittally, and then staggered his front and back feet violently, and appeared behind him like a ghost with a turning movement of three hundred and sixty degrees.

At this time, Qian Leng's vision in front of him was dark, and in a panic, he didn't know where Ye Zhen was at all, so he could only straighten up the two green daggers in his hand and cut them at the wrist of the dagger that had just stopped in front of him.

Burst!

When his two daggers were still cutting in the void air, the sound of a blade penetrating ** sounded, Qian Leng only felt a chill in his back, and the two daggers dancing in his hands suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and the whole person could no longer raise the slightest strength-

3200！

As a terrifying damage value rose into the air, Qian Leng's legs weakened, and he suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, and soon his upper body couldn't support it, and he fell down with a bang, and his convulsive face was attached to the black cold ground without any gaps.

“——”

Seeing that Ye Zhen had solved the Qianleng who was known as the cold-faced Yama so lightly, not to mention the others, even the Ninth Dutze, who always boasted of being the number one in the world, was stunned, and a backstab actually hit 3200 damage points, which was the only guy he admired called Maple Leaf Maple Leaf, which was difficult to do.

Although the ninth is known for its speed, this does not mean that he is insensitive to output ability, and with his experience of often walking by the river, it can be seen that the single output ability of this guy in front of him is not even inferior to the fire tattoo of the most terrifying exporter in the game that he has ever had face-to-face contact with.

"Boss Qianleng—"

Witnessing the death of the regiment leader, the members of the fearless elite regiment who were still preparing to attack were pale as if they had eaten a few catties of highly toxic arsenic, without any blood.

It wasn't until the system prompt came that the Dreadnought Elite came back to their senses, and they all stared directly at the black shadow holding the blood-stained dagger.

"Revenge for the team—"

As someone shouted the slogan angrily, everyone in the Dreadnought Elite Group was shocked in an instant, and desperately slapped the accumulated spell arrows at Ye Zhen, their faces like crazy.

Dare to enter this so-called 'fearless' team, none of these people will be soft eggs, even if they are as strong as leaf marks, once they are angered, they will not hesitate to burst out.

Bang Bang Bang!

The swords and swords like a tide, the snow shadows and arrows, the ice, fire, thunder and lightning, and even the priest's various psychic spells, in an instant, struck the black shadow whose body stood like a javelin.

"Then you're welcome!"

Seeing this, even if Ye Zhen didn't want to waste more precious good and evil values on these little minions, he had to make up his mind and kill again.

Purple Phantom!

Under the various attacks that swept in, I saw Ye Scar's figure flash, and a series of purple afterimages suddenly followed behind, like a high-speed moving purple comet, dragging its tail with a faint purple light.

Bang Bang Bang!

Even though the afterimage of purple light was turned on, the body under the high-speed movement of Ye Scar still inevitably suffered a few damage points of two or three hundred points, and when he rushed into the dreadnought crowd, the blood bar above his head just dropped to 80%.

"Small."

However, Ye Zhen just snorted disappreciably, and even disdained to open the spell exemption, and rushed into the crowd to reap the lives of the fearless people.

Feet swam like the wind through the pile of enemies, and Leaf Scar's preferred target was naturally the fragile magic class, and these guys' range spells annoyed him the most.

Running in front of an elemental mage who was using a continuous thunder spell, Ye Zhen's eyes flashed, and the dagger in his hand flew in the air, slashing at his wrist holding the staff at a tricky angle.

—2300！

It seemed like a bland stroke, but in addition to bringing up a surge of blood in a ruptured vein, it also hit a terrifying damage value of more than 2,000 points, which suddenly made this thunder mage who didn't know what was going on, and the staff he was holding loosened, and the flash light movie that was still spewing thin just now disappeared into the air.

After losing one person in seconds, Ye Zhen turned sideways to avoid the black light giant axe that was slashing behind him, and the steps under his feet were like flowing water, and then his footsteps slipped and let the big-nosed swordsman in front of him pass the hideous big nose swordsman in front of him, and came to a blaster with a bow like a full moon.

Seeing the black shadow suddenly appearing in front of him, the archer was ruthless in his heart, and the concussive arrow that was already ready to fire burst out with a bang, and the arrow with the snow feather tail foil pierced Ye Scar's chest like electricity.

I have to say that although the Dreadnought Elite Group is only a scattered group, the strength of its members has even surpassed that of the elite group members of ordinary guilds, which should not be underestimated.

After all, with Qianleng's vision, they naturally won't accept the members who eat dry rice, which is why their team is only twenty people.

"Huh?" In the face of this snow feather arrow that struck like lightning, Ye Zhen's brows furrowed slightly, at this time, he was followed by a skilled berserker and a big-nosed swordsman, once he made a dodge move again, these guys might have to pounce, so he couldn't drag it any longer.

In a flash of thought, Ye Zhen's figure did not retreat, but advanced, and his strong chest thrust forward, and he actually carried this concussive arrow that could stun the target.

Burst!

The arrow with the metal arrow pierced into the chest, and a damage value of more than three hundred points suddenly rose above Ye Zhen's head, and the amount of blood suddenly decreased further, falling to the point of 60%.

However, the spinning yellow star that was supposed to appear at the door of its head did not appear as expected, and once it hit the parts other than the target's limbs, it appeared in a state of vertigo, and the concussive arrow failed in the sound of the glasses falling apart!

Resisting an arrow, Ye Zhen endured the pain in his chest, and the dagger in his hand flew up like a phoenix dancing for nine days, and what greeted the blaster was a throat lock that was a thousand times more cruel than the concussive arrow!

Wow!

In an instant, the sharp blade slashed the throat of the blaster like tofu, and a stream of scarlet blood suddenly gushed out, dyeing the blade of the blade of good and evil even more vividly, which was shocking at first glance.

Brush!

The cold red light flashed in the gloomy ancient tomb, and every time the dagger was swung and fell, it would inevitably take away a fresh life, and the ever-changing black shadow flickered in the group of enemies of more than ten people with ease, and everyone was dazzled, and no one could predict who would die next.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon, all the eleven ranged professions of the Dreadnought Regiment died in the hands of Ye Zhen, and against these anemic professions, Ye Zhen was almost always fatal with one move, and he never made a second knife.

Halfway through, Ye Ke and Peach Blossom brushed down a few healing techniques for Ye Zhen, maintaining his blood volume at full health.

Seeing that the enemy only had six or seven melee professions left to retreat, Ye Zhen was not very satisfied with his results, because he basically relied on the regular skills of assassins in this battle, so even if he moved fast, it was difficult to isolate the enemy's tidal attack, if it weren't for the treatment of his sister and Peach Blossom, his current blood volume should not be much.

Even though his skills have matured, and his caste is second to none in the game, he can't compete head-on with the elite team.

Of course, this is only without activating those anti-heaven skills, if Ye Zhen does not spare all kinds of skills to use them at the same time, this group of twenty people is still far from enough.

"There are only seven left——, how can it be so fast."

Looking at the figure with a blood-stained dagger in his hand, wearing a black cloak, and like a god, the onlookers' minds went blank. In the battle that lasted for more than a minute, they almost only saw a series of purple afterimages swimming in their sight, and they didn't see the process clearly at all.

"Damn, this guy is still not human." Looking at the guy who was even more popular than himself, the Ninth Squirt indignantly and lightly, he could see some of the picture just now, not to mention the incomparable output ability, that is, the sensitivity of the leaf mark alone was definitely not under him, a treasure chest hunter, which really made him very unhappy.

However, no matter how much they slandered, Ye Zhen was not moved at all, and just stepped towards the remaining seven melee team members who were huddled together step by step.

Looking at the black shadow like a demon god gradually approaching, the breath of these people suddenly became short, the battle has developed to the present, the initiative has been completely in the hands of Ye Zhen, and the fearless elite group that is almost full of them cannot pose a threat to him, let alone the few people who are left of them.

"Kick-kick-"

The heavy steps fell on the dark and hard ground, and with each dull sound, the pressure in their hearts rose a little, and all of a sudden, everyone felt a full of stuffiness in their chests, as if they were about to suffocate.

"Run—"

Finally, one of the slightly timid assassins, unable to withstand the pressure any longer, suddenly turned around and fled like a frightened oriole to the exit of the fifth floor.

Seeing the actions of the cowardly assassin, the other guys who were still holding on were immediately discouraged, and immediately turned around and chased after them, fearing that they would fall behind, causing the murderous unblinking covetousness.

However, they were clearly wrong, whether they were fleeing at the front or at the end, from the moment they chose to do it, Ye Scar had no intention of letting any of them go.

(To be continued)