Chapter 1549: Female shooter crisis!

Of course, this is only Ye Che knows that for the eight newcomers around, it is completely blind now, only knowing that it is just behind the tyrant, regardless of the death output. August 1 Chinese W≥W=W. 81ZW. COM
"Hey!"
There are three remotes like Ye Che, all of which are fully output in Ye Che's not far away. All kinds of familiar remote techniques fly out from time to time, and at the same time, a flat a, flying against the undead slaves.
The undead slaves roared again and again, and their iron shackles swayed wildly, making the entire passage dusty and all kinds of iron filings falling like a rainstorm.
But the tyrant did not retreat, and dragged the undead slaves tight.
The undead slaves were incomprehensible, and they were so straightforward that they had been attacking the tyrants, but they ignored the summoners who jumped over to the warriors at their feet.
"Haha, the captain really did not say anything wrong, this guy actually didn't know to attack us!"
The soldiers who attacked the neighbors of the undead slaves sighed in relief, and the bottom of their hearts was even dismissive of the undead slaves. I felt that this was no big deal.
"This is a hate mechanism! These undead creatures only attack the people who have the most damage to it. Whoever threatens it is the one who attacks first!"
Ye Che’s self-speaking speculation, the hand is not slow, the other hand trembles, the cooled second rotating axe is on standby, then he turns around and his heart is relieved after knowing this mechanism. There aren’t many plans to worry about it!
"Whizzing!"
Immediately, two consecutive rotating tows squatted on the body of the undead servant, swaying a burst of blood, but the damage of these two axe is still one-tenth of the total damage of the tyrant.
In other words, the damage that everyone adds up is better than the tyrant. It is no wonder that the servants of the undead have hated the tyrant and have been attacking him madly.
"The bullets are raining!"
Next to it, there was a splendid drink. It was a female shooter with a condensed face. Her guns were sprayed with flames from time to time. The output of the undead slaves, her skills cooled down, so she hanged on the undead slaves. Less.
"Oh la la la!"
Numerous bullets appeared out of thin air, causing the slain of the undead to drop greatly, and the shovel that swept away to the tyrant was actually lost.
However, it was this moment, Ye Chu’s pupil was violently shrunk. He now, the pale blue eye of the undead servant actually glared at the female shooter.
I have to say that Ye Che is really sensitive to the League of Legends. When he played against the League of Legends on Earth, he even did an in-depth study of the various postures of the wild monsters. The same is true at this moment. Ye Che originally tried to output all the power. While observing the movements and demeanor of the undead slaves, this is his habit of playing the League of Legends.
So this unremarkable movement of the undead slave was caught by Ye Che in an instant.
For a time, a thought that made him horrified, and he grew up from the bottom of his heart.
"Is it..."
Ye Che’s body was a meal, and he didn’t pick up the second axe at this moment.
On the other hand, except for the tyrant who has been madly outputting in front, everyone has not stopped, and the skills are good, they are released, and the rest are all in a continuous flat a.
Because of the half-hour limit, everyone did not stop.
"Hey!" The undead slaves screamed and screamed again and again, their bodies floated and undulating, and each time they lowered their rise, they would take away more than a hundred blood points from the tyrant.
In the League of Legends, unless the blood volume is visible, no one can see the other person's blood volume, so Ye Che can't guess how much blood the tyrant has left, but the blood of the undead servant is visible and has fallen closer. half.
At this time, time has passed nearly one minute.
"Quick and fast! What are the special forces to export, if you have the skills to lose, its hatred is all on me, will not attack you!"
The tyrant snarled.
However, the more the tyrant said, Ye Che did not dare to output all his strength. His axe was frequently emptied, and even once he was twisted to the foot. Everyone was experiencing this kind of copy for the first time, so Ye Che’s mistake occurred. No one cares, but instead thinks that he is too wanting output.
The middle-aged man even took the time to remind Ye Che not to be nervous.
The middle-aged man's Id is called grace, and he has an axe in his hand. It seems to be a warrior, but he can also carry out a long-range attack. From time to time, he will throw the axe to the undead slave.
"Calling!"
The axe whistling, its lethality is comparable to that of the leaves, and the half of the rotating axe is flat a.
The situation seems to be a good one. After all, the blood of the undead slaves will soon be reduced to less than half, and there is no loss in the presence of the people except for the poison of the throat cut.
But right away, a very serious problem has arisen.
No blue!
The female shooter, and another man who studied ez "secret shooting", did not have blue, in addition, three of the four fighters did not have blue amount, only the grace because of the blue consumption is serious, but instead The frequency of throwing an axe caused him to have one third of the blue amount.
But other people, because of the crazy output, the blue amount has already bottomed out.
Now, there are only three people with enough blue on the field, namely the tyrant, Pu'er, and Ye Che!
The tyrant seems to have drug supplements, the amount of blue has been maintained at half level, and Pu'er's only skill ice wall has not been released, so it is the only full amount of blue in the field. As for Ye Che, the rotating axe needs blue when it is initially turned on. However, as long as the axe is caught, it does not consume a slight amount of blue, so the amount of blue is also maintained at four-fifths.
"Captain, what to do!?"
Someone asked quickly.
"No matter, you continue to output, anyway, if you have blue, you can't increase the damage!" The tyrant said in a row.
There is a hint of sorrow on the faces of the people. If they are blue, their total damage is limited.
At this time, I saw a rifle in the hands of the tyrant. He seemed to be preparing for a long time, stepping forward, and a heavy shot was tied to the eyes of the undead slaves. A bright-378 point of blood slammed When it floated, its blood volume dropped to less than half.
But this moment, the undead slaves suddenly mixed up with a layer of blood, and the mouth was fiercely screaming.
"Weakness damage!?" Ye Che's eyes lit up. Every hit before the tyrant could only cause 2oo damage to it, but now the hit has reached 35o or more. Obviously, it is related to the attacking part. .
But he hadn't had time to think about it. After the undead slave screamed, his imaginary arms suddenly rose up. Then he raised his arms and slammed his arms with a 36o rim. The shovel in his hand actually came out. In the case of a shell that is out of the way, it is shot at a distance.
"boom!"
The air slammed, and the iron rushed straight into the distance.
Except for the tyrant, almost everyone stopped and looked at the destination where the shovel flew to the place, where a woman who was already gazing at her eyes was standing in horror as if she was scared.
Because the goal of this shovel is her!
Ye Che almost stopped breathing, this woman, is the female shooter who had been glanced at by the undead slaves!
(End of this chapter)