"Hey! No, I..."

"Die!"

The young man rushed forward like an arrow from a string.

Zheng Gan was shocked when he saw this.

Fuck, it's so slow!

In Zheng Gan's eyes, the huge sword was like slow motion.

How slow is this sword?

To be more rigorous, if Zheng Gan wants to hide, he can even smoke a cigarette and think about what poss to put on.

Dodge this attack lightly.

Zhanyi Jianfeng almost flew past Zheng Gan's forehead, leaving a deep mark on the wall behind him.

Zheng Gan hurriedly said, "Hey, I'm just passing by. We don't have to interfere with the river. OK?"

Unexpectedly, when the young man heard Zheng Gan speak, he not only did not stop, but his eyes became more hostile.

"Speech people's words? Mythical super-high monster?!"

"What? Mythical level?"

Zheng Gan was stunned.

To be honest, Zheng Gan really wanted to tell the other party that he was an extremely rare species two levels higher than that, although he would just temporarily retreat into a rare species.

But look at the expression of this young man...

I always feel that he will become a mad dog when he says it.

The young man's face instantly burst into cold sweat, and his mouth became even more stuttering: "If a mythical young monster is not removed here, the next time he will guide the dungeon will mean facing two bosses!

I have no chance of survival. So, for future generations, even if I have to fight for my life, this monster must be eliminated!"

Damn, you have made up for it so great, I was so fucking excited and crying!

"Sorry, Mentor Jinge, I'm going to use that trick for the sake of future generations!"

"Hey, no, are you listening to me?"

The young man shook the sword in his hand and shouted: "Critical breakthrough!"

In an instant, a surging fighting spirit ejaculated from every pore in his body.

The silver fighting spirit turned into blood red in an instant.

The veins all over his body exploded, and the energy released in his body increased by more than ten times.

"Damn, what's this skill?"

Zheng Gan was shocked.

The weak chicken just now actually released the energy that he was the same as himself?

No, even better!

That red fighting spirit...

So that's the case, because the body cannot bear such strong power, the blood oozing out of the pores turns into steam, dyeing the fighting spirit red.

Object: Paladin lv32

Type: Elite species-Human

hp:4336/1066

mp:1765/345

ap:1344/211

Power: 1703/703

Magic:627/227

Physical Defense: 1495/495

Magic Defense: 1718/218

Perception: 1274/274

Comprehensive Agility: 699/199

Sure enough, all attributes exceed their limits.

Not good, most of the attributes exceed me. If I were Quansheng, it would be easy to solve him by relying on his skill advantages.

But now I am injured and have not recovered much from the ap, and I have no chance of winning when I am hard on the front.

But in my thoughts, the keen Zheng Gan still found that after just two seconds of hesitation, all the values ​​of the other party were reduced by 1 to 2 points.

Zheng Gan understood immediately.

I see.

There are no side effects to significantly improve all attributes?

I'm afraid I'm not thinking about peach!

How can there be such a good thing in this world?

This human is probably using some skill that improves combat effectiveness in a short period of time at the expense of vitality.

That is to say...

"For future generations, die, the monster!!"

The young man shouted loudly and appeared in front of Zheng Gan as if he was moving in an instant.

The sword light swinged by the great sword was as big as a flag.

So fast!

The power is incomparable to the past!

Zheng Gan moved his legs and dodged his side.

However, I never thought that the sword was so fast that it was incredibly fast that it failed. It turned the sword around without stopping and slashed at its neck again.

It's really fast!

Zheng Gan was shocked and dodged repeatedly.

However, the young man's sword stuck to Zheng Gan like a snot. No matter how he avoided it, he could not escape the attack range.

There is nothing to do!

Zheng Gan took a quick step, avoided the sword between his eyebrows, carried the cat on the ground on his shoulders, and galloped away from the boss and the young man.

Mao obviously didn't expect that Zheng Gan rushed over for no reason and carried him and ran away.

"Let me go! What kind of cat do you want to do! I won't give birth to a baby for you!"

Mao Yu, who hadn't reacted, gnawed and scratched Zheng Gan's naked head.

"Shut up!" Zheng Gan pulled out a hand and pinched her stamina.

The cat's face suddenly flushed, and the remaining ear drooped, and its body was as if it was frozen.

She still stuttered: "Let me go... let go~"

But where does Zheng Gan care about her?

It was just a pause, and the young man behind him had already chased him close.

A golden sword rain poured in.

"I didn't owe you 100 yuan, why are you chasing me?!"

The frustrated Zheng Gan couldn't help but curse.

The young man's eyes turned pale and Yanran looked like he was losing his mind. How could he listen to Zheng Gan's questions? Instead, he pursued and beat him even more relentlessly.

If I were in full swing, how could I be chased and beaten by you, a miscellaneous fish?!

The exhausted Zheng Gan was a mute who ate coptis chinensis and couldn't say anything about his pain, so he could only squeeze out the energy to feed his milk and ran wildly.

One person, one dragon, one front and one back.

Two streams of light kept intertwining in the dungeon, pulling apart, intertwining and pulling apart again.

The two embarked on a fierce pursuit.

The dungeon is full of scars left by Zheng Gan and the young man in the pursuit.

hp-49

Today I have been in my eighth lifetime.

Zheng Gan was killed by another sword, and he was already in a state of misery.
To be continued...