Chapter 853: There Used to Be 9 Legends Who Besieged...

For Li Long, no matter whether it was the Lord of the Snow Field or the Polar Ice Wolf, they didn't care much.

Leaving aside the identity of the Dragonborn, Li Long learned from the information they received that he had become a legend three years ago, but until now, his level was only level 61, while Han Chen's level had already reached Level 75, even Wu Yuan, who doesn't look like a mountain, has reached level 72.

Becoming a legendary existence with such a pitiful upgrade speed is synonymous with weakness in their eyes. Even a lion needs all its strength to fight a rabbit, but how serious is it when facing an ant?

The Polar Ice Wolf's skill [Tear] was launched, and it felt that it was serious enough. After all, it was the [Tear] that it launched with all its strength. Even if it is a legendary existence above level 80, in front of its tear, you must avoid it. its edge.

After all, after killing the ant, it still has someone to kill.

When the polar ice wolf started tearing, it suddenly found that the person in front of it had disappeared. Before it could feel puzzled, it suddenly felt a pain in its abdomen, and then lowered its head to look at its waist, but the back half of its body was gone.

"How, how is it possible?"

The polar ice wolf finds it incredible, why is this happening, why is it that a level 61 ant can exert such power?

Li Long put away his long spear, the rhombus-shaped tip of the spear gleamed coldly, shining brightly under the sunlight.

His eyes turned silvery white, silvery white without any emotion.

"Dragon vein master, it's actually a dragon pulse master."

The Lord of the Snow Field exclaimed, "You dare to let the Dragon Vein Master appear here. Aren't you afraid that the giant dragon clan will trouble you? Haven't you provoked enough enemies on Earth?"

The reason why he didn't guess that Li Long was a dragon pulse master was firstly because he had never exposed more than the combat power that a dragon descendant could display. Han Chen silenced, even the soul information was erased.

However, a dragon vein artisan dared to appear in such a grand manner, is he dying?

Or, do they think that the earth has not provoked enough enemies?

Li Long didn't respond to his words, but looked at the Lord of Snowfield with cold and emotionless eyes: "I'll give you a chance to say your last words, and it's fine to beg for mercy."

The Lord of the Snowfield felt a little sullen. He was the Lord of the Snowfield, but he was regarded as a top existence in Tianzhuyuan, yet he was underestimated by others?

Did he think that if he could kill his pet with the advantage of a sneak attack, he would be qualified to fight him?

An existence who has only been a dragon vein master for three years, even if he has some talent, what qualifications and confidence do he have to shout in front of him? What qualifications do you have to dare to show off your might in front of him?

"Since you sincerely want to die, then be ready to accept a more painful price than death!"

The Lord of the Snow Field took out a silver long sword with a bright silver blade, the silver blade reflected the dazzling light, "I will let you understand that death is only the beginning!"

As he said that, his figure turned into a phantom, and in the next moment, he appeared beside Li Long, and then, a snow-white saber aura flew across, like a long silver river.

Han Chen didn't pay attention to the movement here. Li Long was not the kind of person to show off. On the contrary, he was much better than Han Chen in forbearance.

So, since he said he can solve it, let him do it.

There is only one thing he has to do, and that is to provide them with a fair duel environment.

He turned his attention to the remaining legendary people: "The Lord of the Yellow Sand, three swordsmen, one assassin, two mages, and one archer, last time nine legendary people came to surround and kill me, now they only have One is alive, are you ready to end up with them?"

Including the Lord of the Snowfield, there are a total of nine people on the other side.

There are no summoners and priests, and summoner professions are rare in God's Domain, especially those players who have been severely beaten, many of them have given up their original summoner professions, and priests are often cut to the back row in the early days. , it is difficult to grow up.

Of course, the light camp has the most sacrifices, but most of them are under the control of the angel clan.

This time, the Angel Clan had their own affairs to do, so they couldn't directly send troops to help Han Chen, but helping Han Chen solve some worries was fulfilling his duty as a friend.

In the realm of the gods, one can be considered a friend without being stabbed in the back, and to be able to use his influence to help Han Chen when he can't find time. This move has proved that the angel clan is relatively moral among the major forces in the realm of the gods. High exists.

The master of the snow field can be solved by Li Long, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

The golden spear in the hands of the Lord of the Yellow Sand burst out with a dazzling light: "Don't compare me with those ants!"

To compare him with those who have not even reached level 80, and even suppressed their level to the point where the passage can accommodate them in order to go to the present world, this is more humiliating than insulting him face to face.

There is only one way for the strong to wash away their shame, and that is to use blood.

With the blood of the enemy.

As he spoke, he stabbed in Han Chen's direction.

This gun seems to be able to penetrate everything, even if it is only locked by this gun, there is a feeling of inescapability.

When he fired his gun, the archer behind him kept aiming, but he couldn't shoot. It wasn't that he wasn't sure of the hit, but that he was waiting for Han Chen to dodge and block Han Chen's dodging route.

If the archer is in the support position in the team battle, it will be the support second only to the priest.

Han Chen took a step forward, neither dodging nor dodging, not even making a move to block, just letting his body be pierced by the Lord of Yellow Sand's spear.

"Clone!"

The Lord of Yellow Sand didn't have any pride in his eyes, and his pupils narrowed urgently. Han Chen was well-known, so he didn't think Han Chen would make such a courting move.

If Han Chen really committed suicide like this, how could the two title-level peerless beings join forces to deal with him at such a high price?

When his spear pierced through Han Chen's chest, a strong suction came and made his spear unable to move.

At the same time, a black figure quietly appeared behind the Yellow Sand Lord, and the black long sword stabbed towards the back of the Yellow Sand Lord like a poisonous snake.

The Lord of Yellow Sand's eyeballs moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed an unnatural sarcasm.

Sure enough, Qian donkey is out of skills? Can such small means used to deal with the weak be used in his hands?

The golden battle armor on his body suddenly glowed intensely when Han Chen's night demon sword stabbed at him.