Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty Seventh Terrance's Hunting Swallowtail

In the southern competition area, except for a small number of elves flying in a very distinctive way, most of the flying elves are still flying in a satisfactory manner.

However, they were not eliminated immediately, which shows that their basic skills are very good, and their reaction consciousness is even more outstanding.

"Mr. Terrance, don't you watch the live broadcast?"

Assistant Shalan looked at Terrance suspiciously. At this time, Terrance didn't pay attention to the hunting of swallowtails, but picked up the activity manual and looked at it with relish.

"It's too messy." Terrance said.

"What do you mean..." Assistant Shalan was puzzled.

Terrance slowly said: "There are still a lot of elves now, and the scene is too chaotic. As long as there are elves with a little bit of ability, they can use other elves to advance successfully..."

"There is no suspense in this process. We have to wait until the elites of each competition area gather in one area, and when all the aircraft in this event gather together... then is the real moment of decisive battle."

"And...the part that was even more tragic than that time, that is, the competition for championship props, deserves more attention."

Looking at the introduction of this flight event, Terrance touched his chin, he didn't know how to judge the person who decided this event, but in general, this event should be beneficial to the coordinator, right?

After all, very few trainers pay attention to flying skills, but the performance of all outstanding trainers is equally astonishing.

Instead of paying attention to the southern division, Terrance turned his attention to other divisions.

In the east, a fossilized pterosaur flew in the most violent way, like the top hunter, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

The appearance of this fossil pterosaur aroused heated discussions among tourists. The appearance of the ancient overlord, the ancient elf fossil pterosaur, made the atmosphere of the Eastern Division soar to the extreme.

In the Western Division, a windball flew ahead of all the elves. It faced most of the ray attacks by itself, but it was still able to handle it with ease, and it was not threatened at all. Its latent surprise attack was used to a very superb level, and the alien space exclusive to ghost attributes was perfectly utilized by it. Because it attracted most of the aircraft, the number of flying elves in the western division was eliminated the least.

In the northern competition area, a Bi Diao and a Qixi blue bird fought with each other, ignoring all flying elves and all aircraft, from beginning to end,

The two elves have never stopped fighting each other, but their strength has made all the players who belong to the same competition area ashamed. Such a deadly behavior lasted for a long time. After many elves were eliminated, they They were still pinching each other fieryly, moving forward while trying to die.

"What's the origin of that fossilized pterosaur?"

"Ms. Melissa's wind-following ball is really powerful. I don't know how it compares to King Furong."

"Hey, how did Aso from Kikyo Gym and Na Qi from Yinyu Gym match up? How did the two of them fight together... Forget it, they both came here on behalf of the trainers, it's better to mess around a bit."

Pay attention to the gorgeous contestants in the first event, they can accurately know the origin of the showy elf...

At this time, a long time has passed, and the elves in the four major regions have all quickly flew towards the center of the circle, and they are not far away from meeting each other.

"The big screening is about to start."

Those who know the working principle of the aircraft are all focused on the live broadcast screen. During this period... the attack mechanism of the aircraft... will change!

Someone looked at the time, counting down silently in their hearts...

The moment the countdown ends.

Countless people pointed at the live broadcast, unable to believe their eyes.

Originally, the time for each aircraft to emit rays was fixed, and there would be a certain time interval between each launch, but suddenly, each aircraft unlocked the continuous shooting function, and the attack frequency increased significantly.

Sigh.

Most of the elves in the southern competition area where the hunting swallowtails belonged realized that something was wrong. The rain of light falling from the sky was like a life-threatening weapon. If we had been careful just now, we could have avoided it, but at this moment, every round of rays Shooting out will represent the result that a certain number of elves will be out of the game!

"Has the difficulty increased again?" Terrance stopped looking at the activity manual. To be honest, he had expected this result.

At this time, it is not easy to be able to fly safely by simply being alone.

After a long time, Terrance understood all the main points of the next event. He judged that there should be no more than twenty elves at most in the battle for the center of the circle.

That is to say, before the four competition areas meet, the number of elves in the four competition areas will be eliminated to less than one hundred.

Then, after the more tragic concentrated attack of the aircraft during the encounter, it is the most critical part of the battle for the center of the circle.

"Interesting, thousands of them, are we eliminated to less than a hundred? Choose one out of a hundred." Terrance looked at the position where the butterfly was hunting, a very small figure, but it was such a little butterfly, But unexpectedly came to the present.

In the southern competition area, in the face of the ray light rain, countless flying elves couldn't stand it anymore. This kind of intensive attack can't be safe just by dodging.

You can only use other elves as shields to resist the rays!

"Dead fellows don't die poor..." Terrance read.

The next moment, the Hunting Swallowtail was lingering in a gust of wind, and before all the elves in the Southern Division, the most daring one made a decision first.

Furious Airflow: Butterfly Dance!

From the beginning to the end, hunting swallowtails didn't show any strength yet.

Why is it willing to keep a low profile?

A silver-white storm appeared in an instant. This storm was extremely strong, exuding thick oppression, like a hurricane, but this silver hurricane was delicately controlled, with the help of the airflow blown by every flying elf in the surrounding area. , more and more cohesive, more and more powerful, hunting swallowtail butterfly alone in the storm, like wearing a silver armor, dancing

With the appearance of this familiar technique, countless people stared wide-eyed, watching the hunting swallowtail butterfly come and go among hundreds of elves.

"Far away from it"

Most of the coordinators in the southern division were startled when they saw the changes in the hunting butterflies. They couldn't help shouting, but after shouting, they realized that their elves could not receive orders.

In this state, how much has the hunting swallowtail changed?

Among the hundreds of elves, it danced unscrupulously, using each elf as a shield, densely packed with rays of light and rain?

All the rays, all the spirits shot down by the rays, can't get close to the hunting swallowtail.

Its movements can no longer be described as sensitive. This skill has reached its peak, breaking through the understanding of the aircraft that mainly act as the "obstruction" mechanism in the event. This level of attack is meaningless for hunting swallowtails. .

"It's...top-coordinated family tree...it's hunting swallowtails!"

Familiar skills gave a certain color to the flooded spirits such as hunting swallowtail butterflies.

Terrance's... hunting swallowtails!