Quick Walkthrough Strategy: Bing Jiao BOSS Begs To Let Go

Yan Yu's gaze became more and more solemn.

Two wings emerged from his back, and after dodge the first level of the monster, it quickly condensed into a fire sword and cut it at the dark wrist.

A sour voice sounded, and the fire sword hit the monster's wrist, but failed to pierce his skin at all, leaving only a pale white trace.

The monster snorted coldly, waved a big hand, and caught Yan Yu again.

Yu Yu couldn't dodge, and was rubbed against the wings by his nails, he snorted, and the hard as iron wings were cut off by a small piece.

Yan Yu swallowed the blood coming from his throat, and his heart was bitter.

He had no hope of defeating this monster.

"Little Bifang, if you practice for tens of thousands of years, you may still be able to fight with this king. Now you are just a ridiculous bird in front of this king." The gloomy voice rang again. , With a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "This king is not here to look for you today. If you leave quickly, this king will spare your life."

It was a metaphor, holding the sword hanging in the air, watching the monster's gaze persistently and firmly, without any intention to retreat, "The people who hide their heads and show their tails are just playing mystery. I don't care who you are looking for today, first follow mine. Step over the corpse and say it again!"

"Since you don't know how to promote, don't blame this king for being cruel!" The monster stretched out another hand and grabbed it with both hands at the same time. Without using any spells or skills, it made people feel unable to escape.

After Yan Yu desperately avoided one blow, the second blow came before his eyes.

He raised the sword and was about to make a desperate fight when a green light suddenly lit up between him and the two big hands.

That is a formation that looks inconspicuous at all.

Wen Xiao almost collapsed to the ground, sweating like rain, as if he had just been fished out of the water, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.

This is the strongest formation she can display so far.

Yan Yu only felt that the pain on the wings suddenly weakened, and after a few breaths, the pain was no longer there. He looked back and found that the broken piece of the wings had completely recovered.

"Wan Muchun?!" The monster's voice was finally mixed with a hint of surprise, "You actually know Wan Muchun?!"

Wan Muchun, the Jumang family secretly passed on the formation from generation to generation. After the formation begins, it relies entirely on the aura of heaven and earth to operate. People in the formation protection, no matter how severe the injury is, as long as they don’t touch the soul, they can take a few breaths. Quickly recover within.

Ju Mang was not good at fighting by nature, but he can survive in such cruel conditions to the present without annihilating his clan. Naturally, he has his own set of survival secrets.

Jumang's formation skills can be described as the most advanced among the mythical beasts.

"Those who are acquainted should leave quickly," Wen Xiao panted, but his eyes did not give in, "Wan Muchun, Huang Quan suddenly appeared, if you are bold enough, I am not afraid to die with you!"

Wan Muchun’s second major skill besides healing is to sacrifice the caster’s spirit power to form a brand and penetrate into the body of the designated person. The effect of this brand is not to kill, but to drain in an instant. The spiritual power in the enemy's body is fed back to the caster in exchange for a glimmer of vitality for the caster.

But even if he survives by chance, the caster will lose all mana and become the main body from then on, and it will take tens of millions of years to cultivate the spirit power back.