Without counting the Yin Corpses, the enemy has four people and we have three. Although the number is less than the enemy, the quality is superior. Tianxia Guihuo has been eliminated by me. As long as we get rid of Qingsongzi or Yinchi, the balance of victory belongs to us.
Yinchi and Qingsongzi, Yinchi's music slave is a spirit body, which is restrained by me and Sun Miaomiao, and his "sound wave" attack is restrained by Tudigong's helmet. As long as we break his chest armor defense, we can eliminate him.
Qingsongzi is good at close combat, flexible, and has bottomless physical strength. He also inherited Tianxia Guihuo's knife, which is much more difficult to deal with than Yinchi.
But Zhang Yuanqing believes that Qingsongzi should be eliminated first, because only Qingsongzi and Yuan Ting can use the reporting function in the field. (Note 1)
Putting himself in the other's shoes, the enemy will definitely try every means to eliminate Tudigong, who has only 1 point left, in the most cost-effective reporting method.
Yuan Ting has been turned against the enemy. As long as Qing Songzi is eliminated, Tudigong will be safe within half an hour, and half an hour is enough for this battle to end.
After thinking clearly about the pros and cons, Zhang Yuanqing took a step back, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and lowered his voice:
"Sun Miaomiao, you hold back Yuan Ting and Zhao Chenghuang. Tudigong, you hold back Yinchi, it would be best if you can kill him. I'll deal with Qing Songzi."
Dividing the battlefield and defeating them one by one is the best strategy.
Sun Miaomiao recalled the scene of the world returning to fire and the sword destroying Yuanshi Tianzun's weapon, and looked at the narrow long sword in Qing Songzi's hand, frowned and whispered:
"Can you do it? I have to tell you, I can't hold Zhao Chenghuang for too long."
Tudigong also cast a questioning look.
As one of the top eight players, Qingsongzi is not a soft persimmon that can be easily squeezed. Although he is definitely not as good as Yuanshi Tianzun, as a flexible and agile wood demon, he will have a weapon that can cut hair and hair, and his combat power will be greatly improved.
And Sun Miaomiao can't delay too long. Yuanshi Tianzun may be able to beat Qingsongzi, but it is very difficult to eliminate the opponent by force in a short time.
Neither Sun Miaomiao nor Tudigong think he can do it.
"One minute, within one minute, I will eliminate Qingsongzi." Zhang Yuanqing covered his mouth to prevent the enemy from reading the content of the conversation through lip reading.
One minute Tudigong and Sun Miaomiao raised their eyebrows.
Yuanshi Tianzun's words revealed unparalleled confidence. Didn't he use all his strength in the past few games?
But how is this possible?
When the two were surprised, Zhang Yuanqing's body disappeared out of thin air in everyone's sight, and his Yinshi Dead One ran towards Qingsongzi.
The target is me? Qing Songzi was shocked. He retreated with his knife and shouted:
"Do it!"
At the same time, Qing Songzi was filled with strong anger. Yuanshi Tianzun thought he was a soft persimmon? He felt insulted.
The sound-deaf man immediately put up his bamboo flute, put it to his mouth, and played it.
The shrill and mournful sound waves pierced the eardrums and brains of the people present like steel needles, bringing pain that made the soul tremble.
The musicians in the extraordinary stage have three skills: soothing, encouraging, and hypnotizing.
But the sound-deaf man didn't use any of them, because his bamboo flute could only play one kind of music, which could not soothe, hypnotize, or encourage. This music directly hurt the spirit body, and when combined with the sound wave damage of the musician, the power was so great that even the level 3 Night Wandering God, who was known for his strong spirit body, couldn't stand it.
There was no need to use the professional skills of the musician.
Bang!
The ground under the sound-deaf man's feet suddenly bulged, and the dark brown soil condensed into two pairs of big hands, holding his ankles.
The land god, wearing a leather jacket and leather pants, crouched and ran forward, like a horse out of the camp, riding away in the dust.
He regarded himself as a siege vehicle, recklessly and unreasonably crashed into the thin young man in the distance, and the sound waves that penetrated his soul had no effect on him.
Seeing this, the sound of the flute suddenly became urgent, and two hazy figures floated out of the bamboo flute, one with a graceful posture and the other with a burly figure.
Two music slaves whistled out, crossed each other, and greeted the land god.
Although the sound wave attack was useless, the essence of the music slave was a spirit body. The possession ability of the spirit body interfered with the body, not the soul, which was an ability that the helmet could not defend against.
The two music slaves crashed into the body of the land god, competing for the dominance of the body.
The land god paused with his bull-like momentum and stopped stiffly in place.
The God of Land let out a "huh" and took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen were choking hard, and the cigar in his mouth was sucked until it glowed red.
"Huh!"
He blew out white smoke towards the sound-deaf man a few meters away. No, it was not white smoke, but a dense and thick fog.
The thick fog covered the sound-deaf man who was trapped in the spot. The sound of the flute was interrupted, and it was replaced by the sound-deaf man's violent cough.
He was poisoned.
On the other side, Qing Songzi, who witnessed this scene, quickly calculated in his mind.
The sound-deaf man had a breastplate to protect him. The God of Land had strong defense but weak attack. For a while, the outcome of the battle was hard to tell.
He looked in the direction of Zhao Chenghuang again and found that the two night wandering gods rushed left and right, sometimes running forward, sometimes retreating, but always returning to their original place.
Not far from the two, Sun Miaomiao's eyes were dark, and behind her stood a nightdress ghost, trying her best to maintain the illusion.
Sun Miaomiao was able to trap Zhao Chenghuang and Yuan Ting, who were of the same profession, at the same time. She was worthy of being the third-ranked warrior, but she couldn't keep trapping two of her fellow disciples. Qingsongzi observed the situation and knew what he was going to do.
Delay time!
Wait for Yuan Ting and Zhao Chenghuang to escape and enter the field, and use more people to defeat fewer people and reverse the situation.
A bunch of green emerged under Qingsongzi's feet and spread rapidly, forming a circular lawn with a diameter of eight meters with him as the center.
The principle of this trick is similar to sprinkling flour on the ground and observing the invisible person through footprints.
It can effectively prevent the attack of the Night Wandering God.
The grass surface did not fluctuate, and Yuanshi Tianzun did not come. His Yin corpse was watching and did not attack. Qingsongzi was not panicked.
The sound of the flute of the tone-deaf interrupted the rhythm of Yuanshi Tianzun's attack. Now that there is no interference from the flute, he still doesn't attack?
It's better not to attack, delaying time is beneficial to one's side.
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, black smoke suddenly rose from Qingsongzi's face. His rationality quickly degenerated in the negative emotions. He held his head and screamed in pain, his eyes red, like a madman, like a beast.
Thump, thump, thump. The Yin corpse outside the lawn moved, rushing into the green circular area, his muscles undulating as he ran, like a leopard hunting.
Suddenly, Qingsongzi held his head with one hand, and grabbed a three-inch tall wooden figurine from the inventory with the other hand.
The head of the wooden figurine emitted black smoke, and the black smoke became thicker and thicker with a continuous "hissing" sound, while the black smoke on Qingsongzi's face became lighter and lighter.
"Crack!"
The wooden figurine cracked.
The black smoke on Qingsongzi's face disappeared, and his rationality returned.
Looking at the Yin corpse so close, Qingsongzi showed a sneer.
When dealing with the Maoshan sorcerer, Yuanshi Tianzun had used this move. In his assessment, this move was one of Yuanshi Tianzun's trump cards, far stronger than other means.
And it was hard to guard against.
Therefore, Qingsongzi prepared a consumable for this move.
It was a consumable from the profession of the sorcerer.
In the lawful profession, the means to break the curse pollution are only high-level water ghosts and high-level night wandering gods, and scouts are half, but these are not possessed by the props of the extraordinary stage.
He could not touch or use the props of the saint realm.
After thinking about it, he had to learn from the barbarians to defeat the barbarians.
So he used his connections to buy this consumable from the elders of the branch. The name is "substitute puppet". When the user is attacked by filth, corruption, curse, etc., the puppet can bear an attack on behalf of the user.
Qingsongzi threw away the cracked puppet, held up the narrow-bladed long sword and strode forward to meet the corpse.
He wanted to catch Yuanshi Tianzun off guard.
He wanted to rely on the sharpness of his armor and weapons to destroy Yuanshi Tianzun's corpse.
He seemed to see Yuanshi Tianzun's heartbroken and angry expression.
Qingsongzi ran at high speed, relying on the flexibility of a climber, suddenly changed his center of gravity, and avoided the straight punch of the corpse by turning in a direction that violated the principles of mechanics.
With a creaking ankle twist, his body rotated, facing the side of the corpse, Qingsongzi roared and stabbed out the narrow-bladed long sword, using the sharpness of the weapon and the strange power of the wood monster.
One sword cut the corpse.
"Puff!"
The tip of the knife pierced a layer of gray light curtain, which was stabbed and could break at any time, but it was blocked after all.
This corpse has the defensive characteristics of a soil monster. Qingsongzi's face changed drastically.
At this time, he saw the green weeds being trampled, and the bent weeds formed footprints, approaching him at high speed.
Yuanshi Tianzun's attack came.
At the same time, the Yin corpse beside him let out a beast-like roar and pounced violently.
With the melee ability of the deceased No. 1, even the flexible wood monster would not be able to retreat calmly.
Qingsongzi did not retreat, calmly put away his knife, grabbed a wooden stick with his left hand, and the hard wooden stick suddenly softened, turned like a propeller, and rolled into a wooden shield.
"Bang!"
Qingsongzi raised the wooden shield, lowered his waist and hips, and blocked the Yin corpse's powerful punch. His eyes were always on the approaching footprints. When it arrived in front of him, the muscles of his right arm holding the narrow-bladed long knife bulged.
The long knife swept across, bringing a shrill break through the air.
He was confident that this knife could force Yuanshi Tianzun to retreat. In the past few battles, Yuanshi Tianzun had never used defensive props.
If Yuanshi Tianzun insisted on exchanging injuries, he was not afraid. The Night Wanderer had strong vitality and good self-healing ability, but how could he compare with the recovery warlock.
"Puff"
The blade seemed to have hit something, but there was no obstruction. It didn't look like a physical object, but more like it hit water?
The next second, Qingsongzi saw the splashing water and saw Yuanshi Tianzun who was attacked and revealed his figure. He was wearing a black-based robe with red flames embroidered on the hem and cuffs and silver waves embroidered on the chest.
The Night Wanderer ignored the sweep of the long knife, held up the 40-centimeter-long willow blade, and stabbed it hard into Qingsongzi's chest.
The skills of a water ghost, he had the props of the water ghost profession. The severe pain distorted Qingsongzi's face.
He kicked Yuanshi Tianzun away, blocked two punches from the Yin corpse, threw away the narrow-bladed long knife, and retreated quickly. Even though his heart was pierced, his body movements were still agile and flexible, like a monkey that was good at climbing.
Qingsongzi's chest was bleeding profusely, and the green light condensed on the wound, trying to repair the injury, but he tried his best, but it only slowed down the bleeding.
The bleeding function of the bloodthirsty blade restrained the recovery of the wood monster.
I didn't lose, I still have a chance to "revive", and when I am in the dying state, I can be resurrected with full status. In the following time, relying on the flexible characteristics, I avoided the attacks of Yuanshi Tianzun and the Yin corpse and delayed until the "revival" was launched.
Qingsongzi remained calm in the face of danger and quickly formulated a strategy.
And threw away the narrow-bladed long knife, which was too heavy, and in this case, it would affect his flexibility.
The flexibility of the wood monster has now become his only reliance.
Suddenly, there were two muffled "bangs" from behind, Qingsongzi's shoulder blades cracked, and he staggered forward.
Attacked? He looked back in shock and anger, and saw a pair of brand new and exquisite red dancing shoes a few meters behind him, strangely rising and falling, as if there was an invisible person wearing it, stepping on the spot.
Props for the Night Walker profession? Looking at the terrifying and weird red dancing shoes, Qingsongzi's face twisted again.
A thought screamed in his heart: Why does he still have props!
How can he have so many props! !
"Da Da Da"
The red dancing shoes ran towards him with a hurried pace.
Qingsongzi shook off the entangled wooden shield, turning it into a long whip, swung his right arm, snapped, and the whip was pulled out with a bang, whipping the red dancing shoes.
The two props "collided" in mid-air, and no one hindered anyone, as if they were not in the same space.
No entity? No, if it has no entity, how did it kick me just now? Qingsongzi jumped sideways to avoid the red shoes stepping on his chest.
After falling to the ground, Qingsongzi continued to roll.
With two bangs, the ground where he rolled was left with craters.
Zhang Yuanqing cooperated with the red shoes to launch a set of attacks. Although he did not hit the flexible wood monster, the close connection of the attacks made Qingsongzi exhausted.
As soon as Qingsongzi jumped up, a pair of fists were in front of him.
He gently tilted his head and narrowly avoided a punch, and then his chest hurt sharply. The red shoes stepped on the wound.
Qingsongzi's eyes went dark and his consciousness disappeared suddenly.
Under the continuous blows, the wood monster with strong vitality finally ran out of energy and entered a dying state.
The next second, a strong vitality surged out of the weak body, just like a cracked dry field welcoming new water.
His mind cleared up, and he felt full of strength.
I am resurrected!
Qingsongzi's face showed excitement, and then he heard the spiritual realm prompt sound:
[Ding! You are dead, you have been eliminated! ]
In Qingsongzi's last vision, he saw the blood fountain gushing from his neck, and Yuanshi Tianzun stood with a blade, bathing in blood.
Qingsongzi's body turned into white light and dissipated.
The second contestant was eliminated.
In Yuanshi Tianzun's relentless pursuit, this wood demon holding a sharp weapon lasted less than a minute and was eliminated.
The land god in the distance stopped "beating" the tone-deaf, with a surprised expression on his face:
"It's really less than a minute, you kid hide your strength."
Sun Miaomiao turned around suddenly and happened to see the scene of Qingsongzi dissipating.
Sun Miaomiao's confidence and pride as one of the top three was shocked.
Before this, she always believed that she was stronger than Yuanshi Tianzun, but now, she just felt that this was a very dangerous player.
In the arena, the audience seats were finally no longer silent, no longer silent, cheers and applause rose and fell.
This is the quarterfinals, this is exciting!
Take off pants to threaten, this kind of fighting method, is it something that carbon-based creatures can think of?
"So strong! Qingsongzi lost too quickly."
"The rhythm is all on Yuanshi Tianzun's side, it feels like he suddenly became stronger?"
"It's not that he suddenly became stronger, it's that he didn't use his full strength before. Damn, this guy was hiding his weakness in the battles a few days ago?"
"Doesn't that mean that even if Yuanshi Tianzun fights in a ring match, he is completely at the top three level."
"It's not that exaggerated. He is indeed hiding his weakness, but not much. The pair of dancing shoes and robes don't look particularly strong. They can only be regarded as fine products. Fine props can't threaten the top three players."