Chapter 83: Rookies Confrontation

Han Lizong's words caused a burst of laughter from these snake people.

The extremely fat snake man rubbed his stomach with one hand and laughed, "Do you think we are like you, know nothing about each other's world? Neriyi's group of tribes hurt! Xiangwoning!"

Han Lizong and the four rookies hiding behind him suddenly felt a cold sweat in the waterfall.

The first half of this snake man who rubs his thick snake belly speaks an extremely standard common word for the ten realms, while the second half is a dialect in the Niushou Mountain area of ​​Xiaohongshan Prefecture, which is also very authentic. It means that you little beasts are really unsavory country people.

Even if it is an alien who is specially sent to Xiaohongshan Prefecture to learn language, it will take at least two or three years to learn this level, right?

What's more, the group of snake people behind them seemed to be of the same level. Now a bunch of people commented on them, using dialects from the Niushoushan area, and the content of the comment made them almost pee their pants again.

What these snake people discuss are about how these people eat, braised or steamed, or chopped into pieces to make marinated meat?

"Harmony is the most important! Even if we are pioneers who want to enter here to explore the mystery, we have no grudges with you. Why do we have to shout and kill when we meet? Can't we discuss it?"

Han Lizong had already scolded Uncle Yan, who had sent them in countless times in his heart, but a flattering smile appeared on his pale face.

"No?"

His words caused laughter again.

The fat snake man in the lead stretched out a finger and pointed the pile of dead bones on the ground. "I killed one of you just now, but I still said there is no grudge? Are you outsiders all cartilage?"

After clicking the pile of dead bones, the snake man stretched out his finger and hooked Han Lizong and others.

This is naked contempt and provocation.

"Senior brother, if you die, you will die, fight with them." Even the two junior brothers behind Han Lizong felt that Han Lizong was too cowardly and his face was flushed.

"Who are you!"

Han Lisect also knew that there was no second choice at this time, so he made up his mind. "When the two sides were fighting, they should at least tell their name, and not hide their heads and tails. We are monks from Yushan Blessed Land in Xiaohongshan Prefecture! Even if we die here, the sect will avenge us in the future."

"Revenge? Hahahahaha!"

The fat snake man in the lead grabbed his belly button with a look of wretched expression: "Welcome, warm welcome, the few of you are seeking death. Your fat grandfather will not change his name or name, Oscar! He is the third generation of grandson of the 98th generation leader of our 90-eight generation patriarch of the Wind Fly clan. Let me tell you that our Wind Fly clan has a terrifying reputation in another world you don't know. Wind Fly clan is translated in the language of your little Hongshan Prefecture, and is the great undead tribe, a natural wanderer of souls!"

"What a shitty soul wanderer!"

Han Lizong screamed, and the true energy in his hands exploded like two firecrackers.

With two loud bangs, hundreds of green wind blades smashed their heads towards the group of snake people like rain.

The four rookie junior brothers behind him were a little confused.

Isn't this still talking well? Why did Senior Brother Han, who was so cowardly just now, suddenly become fierce and start fighting after a disagreement. He started to use the powerful magic of Yushan Blessed Land, "The cold wind withered the green trees overnight."

"Why are you still standing there? Is the other party fair to you one-on-one?"

When Han Lizong's second stern voice sounded, the four rookies realized that this was a sneak attack, and they were immediately rushed to use magic weapons.

This group of winding men were caught off guard by Han Lizong's raid.

"Puff puff puff puff"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The wind blade chopped onto these snake men, and there was a sound of chopping meat on the chopping board.

The fat man named Oscar was chopped off for more than a dozen times, and his white fat flesh was rolled up, and his head was shrunk with a scream.

The rest of the snails who were standing in the front row like tree stumps were not much better, and there were more or less four or five wounds of flesh flipped on their bodies.

These wounds are very deep, but surprisingly, there are no bones seen at all, only snow-white flesh and red blood vessels inside.

The blood that gushed out of the wound does not seem to be much different from that of normal people. It is bright red, but the temperature is slightly higher and it is obviously steaming.

But this Oscar and these more than a dozen of the most popular snails are lucky.

The moment they were chopped up by the wind blade, they subconsciously curled down and rolled all over the ground, so they avoided the gathering of fire from the four Yushan Blessed Rookies monks behind.

The four rookies of Han Lizong all have famous magic weapons, which are even more fierce than Han Lizong's move.

A metal wind like a green lotus, dozens of large fireballs, a series of jumping lightning and a burst of water arrows instantly knocked a group of winding men behind into a sieve full of smoke and oil.

But there is no time to be happy.

Silly

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The counterattack of these screaming and cursing men began.

There are at least sixty people in this group of snails, and there are only more than forty people in front of them covered by spells and magic weapons. The key is that these 40 snails look extremely miserable, but none of them die immediately. As their tails danced, the red hair also shot in a burst of shooting.

Han Lizong and four junior brothers had the previous example, and they all made the same move, casting a defensive spell or defensive magic weapon, and then crawled on the ground.

Whether it is the magic shield formed by spells or the aura generated by the defensive magic weapon, they are all penetrated and full of holes.

Han Lizong and the four rookies had hair on their backs, and they were lucky enough. These snails had no idea of ​​subconscious counterattacks, especially those injured snails were all shooting randomly, and some of them had hairs deviated from them at least a hundred steps.

"Senior Brother Han! The long hair of these monsters is born to break the magic! Our magic weapons are not useless, but they are not of sufficient grade!"

A rookie junior brother who made a trick on the ground said to Han Lizong in a row.

Han Lizong strangled him to death.

Is this still necessary for him to say?

Even the blind man can see it.

The long hair shot out from these snailed human tails are like natural piercing magic weapons. The defensive spells and defensive magic weapons they cast just now at least weakened the power of these long hairs, but they were still pierced.

The key is that according to the power of this method of breaking, at least the defensive magic weapon above the sixth grade can barely block it.

He has no idea about this forbidden area, but at least he can feel it from the moment of gathering fire just now that the spiritual power is dissipated too quickly and the power of magic weapons is consumed too quickly.

The power of a spell may be reduced by at least 30% in this way, and the continuous utility time will be reduced by a few%.

However, the other party's long hair seemed to be used up in an instant, and it had grown in just a few breaths. How could this consume more than the other party?

"I said!"

An extremely violent angrily blew up in front of them!
Chapter completed!