Chapter 119 PVP Mental Damage Skill: Trash Talk
After just a short pause, Windissa and Bennett disappeared.
Mo Cheng held a wooden stick in his hand and squinted his eyes at the group of guards in front of him. Although it was an excellent opportunity for a sneak attack, he was confident that he could take away at least three or four guards with the sneak attack.
But Mo Cheng suppressed this thought, because Bennett was not far away from his guards. If he found that a group of his guards had died in an instant, then Bennett would definitely turn around and reunite with his guards.
So, he chose to raise a cloud of dust to scare the horses of his guards and increase the distance between Bennett and his guards.
Bennett trusted the strength of his own guards, so he would never think that his own guards would be defeated by a glorious priest.
Bennett guessed correctly, his personal guards would not be defeated by Mo Cheng.
them……
...will die!
When Bennett was led to a farther place and could not turn back for a short period of time, Mo Cheng moved.
There is no need for words or provocation, because due to their different positions, the only choices for both sides are to fight and kill.
The ground exploded with sand and rocks flying into the sky. A figure rushed straight towards the nearest guard like an arrow, and the brutal and violent power was displayed at the most intuitive speed.
The one who was at the front to meet Mo Cheng's attack was a heavy shield guard, the most loyal shield under Bennett's command. He blocked countless arrows for him and would even use his own body to block the fatal damage when necessary.
The heavy shield guard put up a tower shield like a door panel, and even a huge rock falling from a height of hundreds of meters could not shake the tower shield. He was the tank with the strongest endurance among the guards, charging in the front, taking the most damage, and the leader with the strongest vitality.
Not to mention that he was facing a mere wooden stick, even if it was a seventh-level strong man, he would be able to block the attack and survive.
There is no doubt that Mo Cheng's wooden stick was blocked. The stick hitting the tower shield did not cause any results. It was as ridiculous as Don Quixote facing the windmill charge.
After the heavy shield guard blocked the attack, the other guards took action one after another, intending to kill this ignorant and reckless glorious priest as quickly as possible.
They would never hold back against any enemy that blocked their way, even if they were facing the Glorious Priest who was recognized to have no killing power and could only stay in the rear to do healing work.
However, the heavy shield guard's face was full of fear at this time. He turned his head and shouted: "Run!"
Run?
Why? He had clearly blocked the attack, and even that weak attack might not have had much killing power.
"Gler!"
The ominous sound of shattering was clearly heard by everyone, and at the same time, the guards who had already crossed the tower shield also discovered something.
Facing the siege of so many people, the glorious priest actually had a smile on his face?
A fierce and cruel grin!
"Idiot." The cold words, along with the even colder threat of death, were imprinted on the hearts of the guards. The tower shield of the heavy shield guard, which had withstood countless attacks and remained strong, was now full of cracks, and dazzling light burst out from the cracks.
Although the light was dazzling, it did not bring any warmth. It was like a gale of death, blowing out the life flames of the guards.
“Drink!”
With a roar, Mo Cheng used the force of his waist to smash the cracked tower shield. Countless fragments exploded like a storm and a torrent of bullets. The guards who were close to him could not dodge in time and were directly beaten into sieves and meat paste.
Five people, this attack reduced the number of the royal guards by a quarter.
When Mo Cheng touched the surface of the tower shield with the wooden stick, the holy light wrapped on the surface of the stick was driven into the interior of the tower shield by his clever strength, and the powerful holy light destroyed the tower shield from the inside. With just one blow, the tower shield that could never be easily destroyed by external force was shattered, and then the broken skin burst out with huge killing power.
"Tsk." Faced with such a record, Mo Cheng seemed very dissatisfied, "What a pity, if this guy had been a little more timid just now, half of you would have been dead by now."
After the heavy shield guard shouted a warning just now, he not only did not flee, but instead used his body to block the most debris, buying a chance of survival for his teammates behind him.
But as a price, the heavy shield guard's body was directly blasted into pieces and meat paste by the powerful kinetic energy, leaving only his head intact. But his face, which was still open in death, told his teammates what kind of damage he had suffered before his death.
He casually kicked the head in front of him to the side, which showed no respect for the dead, and undoubtedly attracted the angry eyes of the guards. But Mo Cheng didn't care. They were already enemies, and humiliating them and provoking their anger was undoubtedly a reasonable and appropriate measure.
So Mo Cheng did just that. He used the wooden stick in his hand to shake the head into the air, and then he smashed it with another stick, scattering countless red and white particles.
"Oh, it seems like you guys have deep feelings for that dead head. What a pity, I felt so good hitting him with that stick just now, it felt so good to blow up that dead head."
After a long PVP career, Mo Cheng realized that language is also a weapon that can achieve things that ordinary damage cannot.
Just like now, making these guards angry.
The anger ignited the fuse of the second round. The archer launched the attack first, holding ten arrows in one hand and drawing the bow to a full moon.
The string breaks and the arrow is shot.
Ten arrows were shot in an arc towards Mo Cheng in ten directions. The archer drew the bow five times. The fifty arrows caused a quantitative change, searching like a pack of wolves, looking for Mo Cheng's flaws.
Under the restraint and interference of some force, the arrow actually appeared in an impossible trajectory like a barrage of bullets. What's even more terrible is that this thing can also turn back, and Mo Cheng's whole body seems to be shrouded in the spherical space formed by the arrows.
The arrowheads were made of mixed refined gold, causing great damage to creatures with armor or natural armor. The arrowheads also had barbs and blood grooves, and once hit by an arrow, it would be the beginning .
And the guards will never let go of an already weakened enemy.
Drawing the bow five times in a row was obviously a huge drain on the archer. He retreated to the side with a pale face. It was obvious that he no longer had the strength to continue fighting in the short term.
But the archers completed their task of containment perfectly, and the wizard among the personal guards began to recite the mysterious words, with no intention of lowering the sound of the spell.
Because at this time Mo Cheng not only had to face the arrows that were like living things, but also had to be wary of the joint attack of the guards who could move freely among the arrows like fish swimming in water.
The stalker appeared behind Mo Cheng like a ghost, and the dagger in his hand slashed across Mo Cheng's throat lightly but powerfully. At the same time, he held a poisoned dagger in his other hand and stabbed it directly into Mo Cheng's body.
“clang!”
The sound of metal clashing was heard, and the stealth fighter suddenly realized that something was wrong. He retreated violently and directed the arrows towards Mo Cheng. He escaped and killed the enemy in a flash, and was undoubtedly an elite among the stealth fighters.
But he made a mistake after all, a mistake that he would have to pay for with his life.
A hand grabbed the stalker's arm, and Mo Cheng smiled like a bloodthirsty lone wolf, "Why are you running? Come enjoy this [massage] with me!"
Arrows fell like rain, completely covering Mo Cheng and the stalker.
