"Damn it! So fast?"

Hei Muya next to him glared at him and said with a sour look: "Hey, Mr. Lu, you are really a freak. It seems that our level is over 120, but you still have no way to kill a Dream Devouring Messenger. You seem to be only over 100 levels, but you actually kill one without any effort."

"Uh! It's just that luck is a little good!" Zhang Feng said modestly; "In fact, the dead Dream Eater has already been knocked out most of his life points."

"So that's how it is."

Heimu Ya nodded a little, but also a little disbelief, and then focused on his attack.

At this time, Zhang Feng and a group of five people attacked the remaining Nine-Headed Dream-Devouring Messenger.

"Storm Slash----!"

"Qinglong Slash----!"

"Shadow Ghost Slash----!"

"The Wrath of the Soul----!"

"The earth roars----!"

...

With a fierce attack, the Nine-Headed Dream-Devouring Messenger's Life Point quickly fell to a level again, and soon reached about halfway.

There is no doubt that even if Zhang Feng and others can only destroy 10,000 life points of the Dream Devouring Messenger at one time, a single Dream Devouring Messenger would reduce 50,000 lives at one time.

After calculation, one million Dream Devouring Messengers with a total life point can actually be solved by only about twenty attacks by Zhang Feng and others, and each person can use four moves on average.

Of course, Zhang Feng's algorithm is actually a bit too ideal.

After all, Zhang Feng, Hei Mu Ya and Long Shijiu, as close combat players, will definitely be counterattacked by the Dream Devouring Messenger.

This will naturally delay the use of skills, and Zhang Feng and others will also spend a long time restoring the life point cut off by the Dream Devouring Messenger.

Therefore, although there are not many errors in the number of attacks of twenty times, the time period for these twenty times is very long.

The thought shook, and Zhang Feng saw that most blood-colored damage numbers were floating above Heimuqi's head again.

"Damn! Why do you always come and hit me!"

He shouted in a pissy voice, but in the end he did not rush to kill with impulse, but took the potion of life while retreating for the time being.

Zhang Feng smiled, glanced back at him and said, "You are the highest level here! Hehe, who made you put the word "Commander" on your head? You should know that although monsters do not have the wisdom of us humans, they still have some ability to distinguish commanders. So as long as they kill you, they will naturally force us out of the dungeon map, which is the so-called failure of the dungeon mission."

"Uh! Mr. Lu, you really don't know. Actually, I really don't know about this."

The Black Wood Cliff Monster smiled and swallowed a bottle of life potion again, and said to the horse: "After all, after the second turn, the dungeon tasks encountered are all low-level, so I have no experience in this area."

Zhang Feng was sweating wildly, but he felt very amused and crying about Heimu Ya, who is now more than 120 years old, who can say such honest words.

After shaking his head for a while, Zhang Feng saw two Dream-eating messengers approaching him, so Zhang Feng did not respond to Heimu Cliff again, but raised the lightning blade in his hand high, and once again launched the frenzy of anger that had just accumulated complete anger.

boom----!

As a flame-colored skill was blasted away, a Dream-Devouring Messenger on the left was killed by this powerful attack on the spot, and a small pile of equipment and money was burst out.

"Wow! The intermediate dungeon is indeed extremely explosive!" Long Shijiu took a breath and said, "Damn it, this is the second monster, Mr. Lu, you are here to make equipment?!"

Zhang Feng's crazy sweating made him retort angrily: "You guy, are you really unpromising? This explosion rate will shock you so much. Haha, if you kill the boss later, wouldn't you be scared of a heart attack?"

After a slight pause, Zhang Feng quickly continued, "Actually, think about it carefully. Among the five of us, the three of you have exceeded 120. And Miss Ziwei and I seem to have an average level of about 105. However, under such a lineup, look at how thrilling we used to kill monsters just now. His grandmother always drops most of the life points. Do you think other players can resist it?"

"So, this is actually the explosion rate we deserve. Humph, if other players came to swipe the intermediate dungeon, they would have been back to the city for free and resurrected. Moreover, I had a team of 100 people with Angel Wings before, but the situation at that time had to force us to automatically exit the dungeon. Damn, this is a living example!"

After hearing this, Long Shijiu's eyes lit up: "Hey, it makes sense, hehe, after hearing what you said, I feel that the explosion rate is a little less."

"Well----!"

A black line flashed across Zhang Feng's forehead, and he was speechless for a moment.

After a moment of saliva, Zhang Feng took the opportunity to grab all the equipment dropped by the Dream Devouring Messenger into the package, and then focused on cooperating with everyone's rhythm and used his skills to fight monsters.

"Storm Slash----!"

"Break the thousand troops-----!"

"Battlefield will----!"

"Qinglong Slash----!"

"Shadow Ghost Slash----!"

"The Wrath of the Soul----!"

"The earth roars----!"

...

As another fierce attack unfolded, the remaining eight Dream-Devouring Messengers screamed in an instant, and their lives were falling rapidly.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the poison that could slow down the movement and attack level, Zhang Feng thought that the three of them in the melee game players would definitely not be so relaxed.

Fortunately, the current ghost hitting the wall and the ban order poison were released continuously by Zhang Feng and three others on the Dream Eater.

In this way, even if Zhang Feng and the other three were attacked, their lives suddenly fell by most of the time, but they still had the chance to get rid of them and win time to replenish their lives.

A smile appeared unconsciously at the corner of his mouth. Zhang Feng clearly saw that the remaining eight Dream-Devouring Messengers had few remaining life points.

It seems that the one with the most remaining lives is only about 40%.

So, as the monster was about to die, Zhang Fengxun took a crazy potion and raised the lightning blade in his hand high.

"Free judgment-----!"

"Storm Slash----!"

"Shadow Ghost Slash----!"

"The Wrath of the Soul----!"

"The earth roars----!"

Another round of fierce attacks unfolded, and the eight-headed Dream-Devouring Messenger died three more after the collective attacks of Zhang Feng and others on the spot.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!