“2567.”

A huge blood loss number emerged from Xiao Yu's head, and the surroundings instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. This is exactly the priest's group attack skill [Divine Fire].

"Depend on."

Xiao Yu shrank his neck so scared that he flew out with light skills. He was in the air. A bottle of level 5 pill [Life-Extending Pill] was drunk into his stomach. The knocked qi and blood immediately recovered more than 2,000 drops. As his body landed, the spiritual witch technique also covered his body. The three movements of light skills, drinking medicine, and spiritual witch were completed in one go, without any pause in the middle.

The other party’s priest had obviously been killed by him. Where did the divine fire come from? Then there must be another helper.

If this guy who was sneak attacking just now did not use the divine fire, but the sealing skill [Silence Technique], the consequences would be unimaginable. The number of blood loss of more than 2,500 is like a perverted attack. This bastard is definitely a master. The weapon in his hand is probably a magic weapon.

The moment he turned around, Xiao Yu's mind flashed with thoughts, and he had vaguely guessed the other party's identity.

"pope,."

Sure enough, less than 30 meters behind him, a priest wearing a fiery red robe and holding a golden staff was looking at him coldly, and the vest ID on his head was not hidden: President of the Sun Temple Guild, [Sun God, Pope], a level 50 priest.

That is what Diana calls President David.

The Pope stood there and did not continue to attack. He only suffered 2500 damage with a [Divine Fire] just now, which disappointed him. From this, he also saw that the magic defense that had lost light was really high.

The arrival of the president made the remaining seven players in the Sun Temple feel like they were in a desperate situation. They hurriedly walked around the Pope and looked at Xiao Yuyao across the Hundred Poison Formation. The three priests in the team had just been dead. The black cauldron that fell from the sky scared them so much that they did not dare to take the initiative, for fear that the next unlucky one would be themselves.

Xiao Yu was not idle. He quickly brushed the little stone monkey with spiritual insects, and his eyes were often paid attention to the golden staff in the pope's hand. Judging from the strange luster emitted from it, it should be a magical tool.

Since the two sides were unable to communicate, the subsequent battle saved some flag-shaking and shouting, and the words that damaged the enemy's strong self-imposed bombardment. As the cooling time of the Hundred Poison Array ended, Xiao Yu took the lead. He rushed forward a few steps, raised his hand and threw the Hundred Poison Array into the crowd opposite, and then threw a blood Gu at an elf archer, and then the Blood Poison Deadly Knife.

Eight people, including the Pope, were all trapped in the Hundred Poisons Formation. Seven people, who knew the power of the poison array, immediately began to dodge around. Two of the Templars rushed up directly. The magician ran and performed instant magic. The undead summoner directed several summoning skeletons to siege. Only the Pope stood in the poison array without moving. One after another, red and green Arabic numerals continued to emerge from his head.

“249.”

“57.”

“249.”

“57”

...

"Damn, this guy has such a strong equipment and he has a blood recovery equipment."

After just a glance at Xiao Yu, he immediately concluded that the Pope had a blood-recovering equipment. Moreover, the magic defense strength he equipped was far beyond his imagination. The hundred poison array, which had been damaged at least 500 on weekdays, has now only dealt less than half of the damage. Except for the opponent's poison resistance, the magic resistance has reached a terrifying level, there is no other explanation.

The Pope's strength made Xiao Yu feel moved. He made the little skeleton who had originally attacked the opponent's elf archer with him change the target of the attack, and threw an axe at the priest in front of him.

“404.”

"FUCK." Xiao Yu cursed inwardly. The little skeleton has now reached level 65, and its attack power is almost over 1,000. Even if it cuts its axe on itself, it can kill more than 700 qi and blood. Unexpectedly, the Pope Pastor's external defense is also outrageously high, only 400 qi and blood. This shows that he has at least one magic weapon armor on his body. When he looked at the blood loss ratio on his head, the blood bar was only about one tenth after the boy dropped 1,000 qi and blood. That...

Clothes, his clothes are magical tools, and only clothes can increase such high blood and blood.

In just less than two seconds, a series of reasoning flashed through Xiao Yu's mind, and the final conclusion was that the Pope had at least two magical artifacts.

The artifact is the ultimate equipment that all players dream of in the divine tribulation. Even a lowest level 5 artifact can be sold for at least tens of millions of dollars. In addition to meaningful super best attributes, the most important thing is the skills it carries. At present, this is also the issue that Xiao Yu is most worried about.

The Pope, who was in the Hundred Poison Array, gave himself a healing technique without haste. His lost qi and blood were quickly replenished. Then, he began to summon the shield, and the silver-white light kept flashing. After a while, the eight-sided shield had already surrounded him. This guy's divine light shield had also been practiced to level 8.

After finding out the other party's strength, Xiao Yu complained secretly. He regretted that he shouldn't have used the divine cauldron skills so early. If he waited a while longer, he would first use a maggot to support the pope, and then give him a cauldron, and maybe he could kill this kid, if a magic weapon was dropped...

As he thought about it, Xiao Yu's saliva flowed out. Faced with such a powerful opponent, he had to give up the idea of ​​killing the priest first, and instead locked all the attacks on the other professions of the other party, trying to clear these annoying obstacles in the shortest time, and finally duel with the Pope.

After posing, the Pope, who had finished B, was extremely satisfied. Seeing Xiao Yu chasing his elf archer and fighting hard, he raised his staff and threw a [Healing] on the elf archer. Then he threw a healing technique and began to attack Xiao Yu.

There are only two attack magic tricks for the 50th level priest, one is the most basic [Divine Light Bullet], and the other is the level 50 skill [Divine Fire] that has just been used.

The Divine Fire has a high attack power and a wide range, but the cooling time is as long as 1 minute and the chanting time is 3 seconds. It is easy to be interrupted by the enemy in daily small-scale battles. Since the targets of both sides' first kills during conventional wars are basically nanny professions such as priests, the practical type of this skill is not strong. In many cases, it is often the priest who has no chance to take action.

Even in a one-on-one challenge, if you cannot maintain a sufficient distance from the target, you will not be able to exert its attack advantage. This is one of the reasons why the Pope chose to attack Xiao Yu from the back as soon as he came up.

However, another instant skill [Divine Light Bull] is completely unlimited by chanting. This instant skill is the same as the Jade Girl Sword Technique of the doctor from the East Continent. There is no problem of interruption. It is the main skill of the priest PK and killing people.

The Divine Light Bullet is only a level 5 skill, and the damage power it comes with is not very high. However, with the powerful increase of the Pope's God-level Staff, it can take away four or five hundred qi and blood every time it hits Xiao Yu. For the priest profession, it is difficult for the entire server to find a second person.

However, the Pope had to stop after only sending out two divine light bullets, and the elf archer was exhausted again.

"Healing."

“432.”

"Healing."

“432.”

The priest's second blood-adding skill [Healing] is to restore qi and blood by percentage, and consume a lot of magic. Because the effect of the healing technique cannot be superimposed, in order to prevent his teammate from dying, the pope had to repeatedly use healing technique on this elf archer. Even so, he could only barely maintain his qi and blood at about half. In this way, he lost the opportunity to attack Xiao Yu.

A loud bird song came from the air. The sky-level spiritual pet [Braining Wind Eagle] attacked Xiao Yu under the call of the pope. As soon as its diving body flew to a position three meters above the ground, a pocket-sized monkey covered with blue hair suddenly jumped up on the ground. The monkey rushed up to the wind-chasing Wind Eagle. As soon as the two sides came into contact, its small hand the size of a garlic clove turned into a palm and slapped at the head of the eagle.

"roll."

The tender sound was followed by a crisp sound of "pop". Then the big bird, dozens of times the size of a little monkey, was blown away more than ten meters away, and fell to the ground with a "pand" moment, and the qi and blood on its head also dropped more than 500 times.

"Depend on."

The Pope was startled by the scene in front of him. He never dreamed that his heavenly pet was slapped on the ground by a little monkey.

He hurriedly issued an attack order to Zhuifeng Diao, but he didn't know that this guy was wandering on the ground for a long time but didn't stand up. He was obviously stunned.

“…”

The pope's brain was confused. With this skill of distracting spirit, the elf archer's qi and blood were lowered again. He was about to throw a healing injury over, but the axe flew over and fired critical damage, and then a system prompt for the player to withdraw from the team came.

“FUCK!”

The pope cursed in his heart, and a divine light bullet hit Xiao Yu in anger. Just as he was about to continue attacking, the undead summoner screamed: "Boss, add blood, I'm going to die."

One of the thirty-six strategies was called to surround Wei and save Zhao. Xiao Yu used this tactic at this time. The Pope's equipment was too strong. If he fought against him, it would be no easy task to win. The fight between the two would probably turn into a protracted battle. Moreover, his attack was too high. The damage caused by a divine light bullet was more than the damage caused by any three people present. So Xiao Yu gambled and bet that the Pope would never refuse to save him. When he saw his subordinates robbing, he would definitely choose to give up the attack and add blood first. After all, death would be a level drop.

Rescue blood is the priest's job, not to mention that this kid is still the boss of the gang.

The Pope's actions were indeed the same as Xiao Yu expected. When he saw his companion going to hang up, the first thing he thought of was to save people. In this way, Xiao Yu was greatly threatened. As long as he launched a fierce attack, the priest could not free up his hands to cast the divine light bullet, the remaining players would be able to clean up after a long time.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the battle in the field became more and more intense, but the number of people was decreasing. Even with the Pope's blood, his teammates fell to the ground one by one. The combined attack power of Xiao Yu and Xiao Shihou was too high, and even the healing ability of the artifact priest could not offset the damage they caused.

Five minutes later, only one Templar was left in the seven players of the Sun Temple. Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the pope who was already angry with him. Mo Ming waved his dagger and set off a killer at the last minion.
Chapter completed!