"Alas...I still don't want to think about it anymore!"

Nan Ke Yimeng waved his hand very irritably, as if to wave away something in front of him.

At this time, along with a series of shocking roars of pain from the Extreme Frost Tyrant, even the pitch-black sky overhead seemed to shake violently.

Not long after, the Extreme Frost Tyrant roared for a while, and the black mist in the pupil of his left eye slowly disappeared, leaving only a black hole and a horrifying eye socket. After a while, probably because of the player's mental endurance, he was so slow.

It slowly began to heal and turned into a cross-shaped scar... And at this moment, the huge bear head was pointed directly at Zui Zhong who was lying on the ground with green foam still flowing from the corner of his mouth.

fantasy.

After looking at it for a while, a thick layer of murderous intent and all kinds of anger gradually emerged in the remaining blood-red eye of the Frost Tyrant!

However, Nan Ke Yimeng always felt that behind the anger and murderous intention, there was a trace of fear hidden deeply.

The Frost Tyrant... also feels fear?

Nanke Yimeng suddenly shook his head again, thinking that maybe he was too sensitive.

He thought for a long time, but still couldn't come up with an answer. At this time, time no longer allowed him to continue thinking - as Zuizhong Fantasy said, after turning on the madness, the boss is like Brother Xinchun, the Frost Tyrant facing the sky

With a roar, Nan Ke Yimeng and Qisha were unsteady on their feet. At the same time, the Frost Tyrant scratched his two front paws on the snow and quickly rushed towards the drunken fantasy on the ground!

There was a loud "bang bang bang" sound that shook the ground and the mountains. As soon as the frost tyrant started running, the ground under his feet was shaking violently, and each step left footprints more than half a meter deep.

Nan Keyimeng had a premonition that something was wrong and was about to go over and help.

"Fuck you, second uncle, there is only one drop of blood left, why can't you die?" Unexpectedly, Zui Zhong fantasized that this guy woke up at this moment. He wiped the bile from the corner of his mouth and glanced at his own blood bar, "

1/1091". When he saw the Frost Tyrant charging towards him, he was shocked and stood up.

Only then did Nan Ke Yimeng remember that he seemed to be obsessed with fantasizing about this kind of hunter profession, which seemed to have the skill of "suspended death"!

In other words, this guy's gallbladder was actually not broken...

"What a pity!" Nanke Yimeng thought darkly.

After Zui Zhong Huan got up, his panic turned into calm. He took a few glances at the surrounding environment, md, there is a cliff behind him... The Frost Tyrant had already rushed in front of him, and he was about to crush Zui Zhong Huan into a mooncake.

With a sad and angry expression, this guy stepped on the ground with strong fighting spirit, creating layers of cyclones, flipped over in the air with great grace, and landed firmly on the bear's back.

And at this moment, he quickly put a little force on the bear's back with his right foot, and his whole body rose up again. After a few ups and downs, he had jumped onto the face of the Frost Tyrant.

Zuizhong fantasizes about grabbing the snow-white fur of the Extreme Frost Tyrant to prevent him from falling when the Extreme Frost Tyrant is running at high speed. Immediately, he goes up to the blinded cross-shaped wound and kicks him twice in a row, not to the side.

Lean, dong dong, hit the midpoint of the cross-shaped scar - the deepest part of the wound.

Weak point attack, -66!

The legendary sixty-sixth straight number. A very auspicious number, but also very insignificant.

However, Zui Zhongfan relied on the rebound force of this blow to steadily fall down from the face of the Extreme Frost Tyrant, and fell into the snow with a bang. However, he quickly got up from the ground, bypassed the running Extreme Frost Tyrant, and ran

Return to Nan Keyimeng.

However, the Frost Tyrant's blinded eye was injured again, but it stopped its sprint forward. However, due to the effect of inertia, when the Frost Tyrant braked suddenly, there was violent friction on the ground.

Four deep ravines were left on the ground in an instant, and its four bear paws almost caught fire!

Turning around again, the remaining eye of the Extreme Frost Tyrant became even more angry. It raised its two front paws high and waved wildly in mid-air before launching a second charge against Zuizhen Fantasy.

"Nima, this polar bear is really gay. He won't even let go of my innocent little white chrysanthemum..." Zuizhong Huanxi spread his hands, a wave of fighting spirit arose under his feet, and then he quickly swept away. Nan Keyi dreamed

The situation was not good, and he had already used the whirlwind dragon language and rushed far away. To avoid being accidentally injured by the angry Jishuang Tyrant, who knows if the hatred will be ot because it wants to vent?

At this moment, Nanke suddenly felt that something was wrong.

In the past, his whirlwind sprint could sprint up to 20 meters, which was learned through Graybeard's test. However, his own sprint just now was at least 50 meters away, which was about 10 meters more than double the usual distance——

There is no doubt that the terrain here is full of ice, wind and snow, and is much smoother than the usual ground. You can sprint farther here, but it will never reach this level.

What's going on?

Nanke Yimeng thought for a while and suddenly realized that since the dragon language "wuld" means "whirlwind", he was also acting like a whirlwind. Normally the weather was calm, so the effect of breaking through the sky was naturally not obvious. On this high mountain, he

The body is surrounded by raging wind elements. As a dragonborn, I have the ability to devour dragon souls. It is probably not difficult to absorb the elements. The whirlwind and dragon language will naturally have a huge bonus!

Although I don't know if it is a correct guess, Nan Ke Yimeng believes that this explanation is quite reasonable.

Nan Ke Yimeng suddenly felt that his actions were much easier, maybe it was a psychological effect... He quickly opened the Dragon Roar page on his game wristband and glanced at the annotation of Whirlwind Rush.

[Whirlwind Run]: "Sound" moves forward quickly, carrying you at the speed of a big storm. This dragon roar makes the player sprint forward. It can be used to get close to the enemy, escape from the battle, and fly across ravines.

Reach areas that cannot be reached by other methods. Text: wuld,???,???.cd time: 20s.

Nan Ke Yimeng once again confirmed that there is no statement in Whirlwind Dragon Language that the stronger the wind, the better the mobility. It seems that this should be a hidden ability.

"Ha, it's quite interesting, isn't it?" Nan Ke Yimeng can finally understand what it is like to discover the potential fun of the game by himself, and he admires the game development team even more in his heart.

It's not interesting, now this can make players more surprised and surprised.

Nan Ke Yimeng is a little surprised and happy, but in Zui Zhong's fantasy, he frequently encounters dangerous situations.

Although Nan Ke Yimeng has the hidden bonus of Whirlwind Dragon Whisper, Frost Tyrant is no worse than Nan Ke Yimeng - this is not a matter of speed, but because of his big size!

The Frost Tyrant's running speed is not too fast, but it is not too slow either. But the most useful thing is its extremely fat body. Running one step is equivalent to dreaming of escaping for a long time, and it also has a "rumbling" sound when running.

A magnitude 5 earthquake. Sure enough, when you smile, the Thunder God screams; when you scream, the ground shakes; when you shake, the train runs backwards; when you run, earthquakes and tsunamis...

"Damn, what the hell!" Nan Ke Yimeng shook his head and continued to focus on his intoxicating fantasy of being hunted.

Although he moved very fast, he still couldn't get rid of the Frost Tyrant. Instead, he was slowly closed by the Frost Tyrant who had the advantage of size.

Ten meters...

Eight meters...

Five meters...

Three meters!

In the blink of an eye, the Extreme Frost Tyrant had raised its huge bear paw. The cold-gleaming claws on it were particularly thick and extremely long, especially the claw on the middle finger, which was almost the same size as Nan Ke Yimeng's entire body. And the extremely sharp claws

The claws are about to pierce into Zui Zhongfan's buttocks that are constantly shaking as they try to escape...

Nan Ke Yimeng and Qi Sha were shocked and wanted to laugh, but they held it back in unison and their faces turned blue from the pain.

"snort!"

The two turned to look at each other. With just one glance, Qisha snorted from the narrow and slender wolf kiss, with a short nasal sound. His eyes were cold, the wolf's head was slightly lowered with some disdain, and there was a faint smile on his face.

He disappeared in an instant, turned his head, and continued to look in the direction of his intoxicated fantasy.

"Fuck you, grandma!! Zhou Xinnan, what the hell have you done, why don't you come and help me!!"

Not far away, a hysterical roar of drunken fantasy could be heard again.

Nan Ke Yimeng glanced around and found that the frost tyrant's bear claw had already been photographed, but it was still a little short of the distance - the "nail" of its middle finger was already pressed firmly against the center of the fanciful buttocks, and it was faintly deep.

signs, and the expression of being intoxicated with fantasy has become particularly wonderful...

However, before Nan Ke Yimeng could step forward, something unfortunate happened.

Zuizhong Huanxiang roared like this, and his body twisted naturally even more. Before the Frost Tyrant could ruthlessly penetrate the bear's claws deeply, Zui Zhonghuanhuan took the initiative to deliver what he called "pure white chrysanthemum" to the door.

!

The next moment, only a "poof" sound was heard.

Nan Ke Yimeng unconsciously closed his eyes again...

A stream of warm liquid splashed onto his face instantly. Nan Ke Yimeng wiped it with his hand, stretched it to his nose and sniffed. A faint smell of blood penetrated into his nerves. When he opened his eyes, he saw a piece of blood on his hand.

Red blood stains. Unconsciously looking into the distance, the sharp claws of the Extreme Frost Tyrant had already pierced the buttocks of Drunken Fantasy, and a stream of blood surged out, even splashing on himself, who was dozens of meters away!

This thing can be applied for Guinness World Records!

Tyrant's Wrath, Weakness Attack, Knowing Blow, -2,0338!

A blood-deducting subtitle still floated above Zui Zhong Huanxi's head and did not dissipate for a long time. White light shone on Zui Zhong Huanxi's body, but he entered the soul state.

"..."

Nan Ke Yimeng swallowed and remained silent.

Qisha's face also changed color quickly.

Although the Extreme Frost Tyrant is a very high-level boss, it seems to really follow the path of a pure-blooded bull. Based on the damage just now, Nan Ke Yimeng can calculate that the Extreme Frost Tyrant used the so-called [Tyrant's Wrath] skill.

, it also dealt a total of 3000+ damage, with three times the weakness attack and twice the knowing blow to reach such an astonishing damage value!

However, even 3000+ damage is still more than Nan Ke Yimeng can currently bear...

"Xinnan, take care of yourself, I wish you good luck..."

Before returning to the cemetery in his soul state, Zuizhong Fantasy left an afterimage that faintly appeared in front of Nan Ke Yimeng. He smiled bitterly and heard him continue: "I was really careless, tmd, you must be careful with me.

This big stupid bear. I'll go back to the city's resurrection point to resurrect and wait for news from you. Damn, I can't believe that I just exploded the anus of the little Japanese devil two days ago, and now he's been exploded by a polar bear. It's a waste of my life.

wise!!"

"Sigh... Those who came out to fool around will have to pay it back sooner or later~~" Before the soul disappeared, he sighed in a dreamy way.

After saying that, it didn't take long for the dreamy soul to gradually fade away and disappear from the sight of Nan Ke Yimeng and Qisha. It could be said that it disappeared without a trace. At the same time, a shiny polygonal object seemed to be a token.

The thing fell out of the body of the drunken fantasizer. After turning 360 degrees in the air, it fell freely into the snow with a "snap" and mixed with the blood of its owner.

Nanke Yimeng and Qisha fell into deep silence at the same moment.

"Roar..." A low and powerful roar.

The Frost Tyrant slowly turned his head and stared at the two of them with his single scarlet eye.
Chapter completed!