Chapter 120 119. PVP Mental Damage Skills: Trash Talk

After just a short pause, Windisha and Bennett had disappeared.

Mo Cheng held a wooden stick and squinted at the group of guards in front of him. Although it was an excellent sneak attack opportunity just now, he was sure that he could take away at least three to four guards under the premise of a sneak attack.

But Mo Cheng suppressed this idea, because the distance between Bennett and his personal guards was not far away. If he found that a group of his personal guards died instantly, then Bennett would definitely turn around and join the personal guards.

Therefore, he chose to raise a cloud of sand and dust, frightening the horses of the guards, and widening the distance between Bennett and the guards.

Bennett trusted the strength of his own bodyguard, so he would never think that his bodyguard would be defeated at the hands of a glorious priest.

Bennett guessed correctly, his personal guards would indeed not be defeated by Mo Cheng.

them……

……will die!

When Bennett was led further away, when there was no way to turn back in a short period of time, Mo Cheng moved.

There is no need for words or provocation. Because of their different positions, the only choice for both sides is to fight or kill.

The diameter of the earth exploded into the sky, and a figure sprinted straight towards the nearest bodyguard like an arrow. The arrogant and violent power was displayed at the most intuitive speed.

The one who met Mo Cheng's attack at the front was a heavy shield guard. Bennett's most loyal shield had blocked countless open and hidden arrows for him. He would even use his own body to block the fatal damage when necessary. .

The heavy shield guard erected a tower shield like a door panel. Even huge rocks falling from a height of hundreds of meters could not shake the tower shield in the slightest. He is the tank with the strongest endurance among the guards. He charges at the front, takes the most damage, and is the leader with the strongest vitality.

Not to mention facing a mere stick, even a strong man at the seventh level could block a blow without dying.

There is no doubt that Mo Cheng's wooden stick was blocked, and the wooden stick hitting the tower shield did not lead to any results. It was as ridiculous as Don Quixote charging at a windmill.

After the heavy shield guard blocked the blow, the rest of the guards took action to kill this glorious priest who did not know whether to live or die as quickly as possible.

They would never show any mercy to enemies blocking their way, even if they were facing the glorious priest who was recognized as having no lethality and could only stay behind for treatment.

However, the face of the heavy shield guard was full of panic at this time. He turned his head and shouted: "Run!"

Run quickly?

Why? The attack has obviously been blocked, and even the weak attack may not have much lethality.

"Gler!"

The ominous cracking sound was clearly conveyed to everyone's ears, and at the same time, the guards who had crossed the tower shield also discovered something.

Facing the siege of many people, the face of the glorious priest was actually...smiling?

A fierce, cruel smile!

"Idiot." The cold words, together with an even colder death threat, impressed the hearts of the guards. The heavy shield guard's tower shield, which had withstood countless attacks and was still strong, was now full of cracks, and at the same time burst out from the cracks. Shine a dazzling light.

Although the light is dazzling, it does not bring any feeling of warmth. It is like the wind of death, blowing out the fire of life of the guards.

"Drink!"

With an angry shout, Mo Cheng smashed the cracked tower shield with the force of his waist. Countless fragments exploded like a storm and like pouring bullets. The close guards could not dodge and were directly beaten into sieves and flesh. mud.

Five, the bodyguard team was reduced by a quarter in this attack.

When Mo Cheng touched the surface of the tower shield with a wooden stick, the holy light wrapped on the surface of the wooden stick was driven into the inside of the tower shield with skillful force, and the powerful holy light destroyed the tower shield from the inside with just one blow. It shattered the tower shield, which could never be easily destroyed by external force, and then caused the broken skin to explode with huge lethality.

"Hey." Faced with such a record, Mo Cheng looked very dissatisfied, "What a pity. If this guy had been so timid just now, half of you should be dead by now."

After the heavy shield guard issued a loud warning just now, not only did he not escape, but he used his body to block the most debris, giving the teammates behind him a chance to survive.

But as a price, the body of the heavy shield guard was directly blasted into pieces and meat paste by the powerful kinetic energy, leaving only one head intact. But that grimace on his face told his teammates what kind of injuries he suffered before his death.

He casually kicked the head in front of him to the side. This behavior showed no respect for the deceased and undoubtedly attracted the angry looks of the guards. But Mo Cheng didn't care, he was already an enemy, so humiliating and arousing anger was undoubtedly the appropriate and reasonable method.

So Mo Cheng did this. He knocked the head away from the head with the wooden stick in his hand, and then blew it up with a stick, causing countless red and white ones to explode.

"Oh, it seems that you have a deep affection for that dead head. Unfortunately, the blow I gave you with the stick just now was very satisfying. The feeling of blowing that dead head apart was great."

A long PVP career has taught Mo Cheng that language is also a weapon and can achieve things that ordinary damage cannot.

Just like this, these guards are angry.

Anger ignited the fuse of the second round. The archer attacked first, holding ten arrows in one hand and stretching his bow to the full moon.

The string collapsed and the arrow shot.

The ten arrows were divided into ten directions and arced towards Mo Cheng. The archer drew his bow five times. The fifty arrows actually caused a change in quantity, searching like a pack of wolves, looking for Mo Cheng's flaw.

Under the restraint and interference of some kind of force, the arrow actually appeared in an impossible trajectory like a barrage. What's even more terrible is that this thing can turn back. Mo Cheng's whole person was like a shadow formed by the arrow. within the spherical space.

The arrows are made of adamantine, causing huge damage to creatures whose armor already has natural armor. The arrows also have barbs and blood grooves. Once an arrow hits an arrow, it will be the beginning of weakness.

The personal guards will never let go of an enemy who is already weak.

Drawing the bow five times in a row was obviously very exhausting for the archer. He stepped aside with a pale face. It was obvious that he no longer had the strength to continue participating in the battle in a short period of time.

However, the archer's task of containing the enemy was completed perfectly. The mage among the personal guards recited mysterious words, and there was no intention of suppressing the sound of the spell.

Because at this time, Mo Cheng not only had to face arrows that looked like living creatures, but also had to be wary of the attacks of his personal guards who moved freely among the arrows like fish swimming in the water.

The stalker appeared behind Mo Cheng like a ghost. The dagger in his hand lightly but powerfully slashed across Mo Cheng's throat. At the same time, the other hand held a poison-quenching dagger and inserted it straight into Mo Cheng's body.

"Qiang!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the stalker suddenly realized that something was wrong. He retreated violently and at the same time launched arrows to attack Mo Cheng. He broke away and killed in the blink of an eye. This move was undoubtedly the best among stalkers. Elite.

But he made a mistake after all, a mistake that needed to be made up for with his life.

One hand grabbed the stalker's arm, and Mo Cheng's smile was like a bloodthirsty lone wolf, "Why are you running? Come enjoy this [massage] with me!"

Arrows fell like rain, completely covering up Mo Cheng and the stalker.

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