Invasion of another world: starting with slime

"It's terrifying to kill two of them in an instant with one against twelve of ninth rank!"

"It's three."

Yu Xiangming didn't look back, and reminded in a low voice.

Everyone followed his gaze, only to find that among the six spellcasters, the back of the one facing away from everyone appeared bright red, where the heart was.

"Unexpectedly, when facing twelve enemies of the ninth rank alone, he just killed the enemy head-on and started a violent berserk battle, and killed another swordsman with the fastest reaction speed. At the same time, under everyone's noses, Assassinated a ninth-level spellcaster."

"It's so terrifying, no one can compare to it!"

"How on earth did he do it?"

"Boss, can you do it?"

Yu Xiangming nodded and shook his head again: "I can kill everyone, but it will take some effort. I can't kill people like him. With his current strength, I can't do it."

The remaining nine people were stunned, and the movements of their hands were a beat slower.

He San escaped all the attacks by virtue of his flexible reaction.

"Sixth, ninth, tenth!"

"Quick, see if there is any help!"

The three casters ran towards the three of them, and after checking their injuries, they all shook their heads.

The nine people were startled and angry, and stared at He San viciously.

Among them, the caster named Wei Yi yelled angrily: "Boy, you are dead today, as I said, even the Lord of Radiance can't save you!"

He San put away his defensive posture, seemingly carelessly, and looked at his left arm.

It was shattered, and the stump was embedded in the body on the left side. No matter how you looked at it, it was a little scary.

If it was a normal person, such an injury would not kill him or make him disabled.

Don't look at He San killing three people in an instant, the main reason is that the opponent has a large number of people and underestimates the enemy.

Wei Liukai's third-level berserk, his strength is absolutely terrifying, if he can be more conservative, instead of relying on more people and stronger strength, he will not be knocked out of half of his head by He San's punch.

Wei Shi, who was behind He San, held a thin sword, walked lightly, and was extremely fast. He looked like a very agile person.

What is He San's highest attribute? Spirit. Under the blessing of terrifying spiritual power, He San can clearly observe every movement of the opponent.

It was precisely because of this that He San rushed towards Wei Liu, making a gesture of risking his life, and a huge opening appeared behind him, leading him to take the bait.

As expected, Wei Shi seized the opportunity, rushed forward quickly, and instantly staggered a position with the other companions.

When He San and Wei Liu confronted each other, using his terrifying power, he turned his body around and launched the rabbit kicking the eagle.

A more terrifying force than the right fist condensed on the left foot, and kicked Wei Shi's chest in an instant.

In the eyes of others, it was as if Wei Shi had hit him by himself, and a big hole exploded in his chest instantly.

When everyone was staring at the close-quarters battlefield, He San took advantage of the sound of the confrontation with Wei Liu and the splash of blood, and under the cover, a finger bone wrapped in void power flew out, piercing through it instantly. The heart of the caster was shot sideways.

Among the twelve ninth-level professional guards, Wei Liu, Wei Jiu, and Wei Shi are dead!
He San spit out a mouthful of blood foam, looked at the opponent who was gnashing his teeth, and grinned.

"But so."

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, tore off the left arm embedded in his body, and threw it out.

The horrible injury on the left side of the body was also exposed.

"With his injuries, I'm afraid there is no hope. He is seriously injured, and there are still nine ninth-levels in complete condition. In addition, Deacon Gao..."

"It's not a loss, the limit is one for three."

"Is he really the one who colluded with the Demon Cult?"

"Who knows, let's take a look."

"It's tough enough. It would be great if it didn't get involved in this matter and happened on the battlefield."

The nine besieging people also saw his injuries, and Gao Chuyun finally showed a smile.

"Kill him and avenge Lao Liu and the others!"

"Attention, don't take it lightly, the sixth child also gave us a warning."

"He was hit hard by Lao Liu with all his strength, and he is already at the end of his battle."

"kill!"

The remaining five spellcasters raised their staffs high, and applied several seventh-level protective magic and buff magic consecutively.

The ground trembled, and the thorns surged towards He San.

"Seventh-level magic, earth piercing."

Seeing this, He San tapped his toes and rose into the air.

"Hey, I got tricked!"

Just when He San soared into the sky and had nowhere to borrow his strength, the ground spike shot up into the sky, and a magic circle appeared in the sky.

"It's a ninth-level magic, flowing fire from the sky!"

Seeing the pincer attack from top to bottom, He San calmly turned his body and fell down.

During the period, the magic circle of this ninth-level magic was even recorded.

[Ding, the system has recorded the ninth-level magic: Flowing fire from the sky.Analyzing...]

Seeing that He San was about to be pierced by the ground thorn, everyone did not dare to take it lightly this time, and stood close to the caster.

Fossilized into mud!

The originally hard ground thorns were instantly dissolved into a piece of mud, and He San fell into it.

"Is this the magic he created? How could..."

Theoretically, He San's fossil-to-mud and mud-to-stone are only about the third level of elementary magic, but the earth piercing is at the seventh level.

But there is not only a difference in rank between magic, but also a great influence on the caster's spiritual power and magic power.

The first-level fireball technique of a holy-level mage with all his strength can even exceed the power of the sky-falling fire released by a ninth-level mage. This is a kind of suppression of rank and strength.

On the other hand, there is some restraint relationship between magic.

And He San's fossil is mud, which can destroy most of the earth's shaping magic.

He used the fossils to turn into mud to destroy the opponent's earth piercing, and then turned the mud into stones to block the ninth-level magic from above.

Seeing this scene, the spellcaster named Wei Yi laughed cruelly, and the staff in his hand shook slightly, bursting into flames.

On the ground, a larger magic circle appeared, covering He San's position.

This is a specially designed combined spellcasting, and the previous encounters have all been wiped out.

"That is, ninth-level magic, lava impact!"

"They actually hid a ninth-level magic under the earth-piercing seventh-level magic, so insidious."

The nobles around Yu Xiangming felt a little helpless and regretful, "Now, He San may not be able to escape with his wings."

Yu Xiangming finally turned his head and took a look at his old subordinate, as if he had been poisoning milk.

"How about a bet, I bet he can survive, and I will take my ghost-slaying sword as a lottery."

"Boss, I'm afraid you're going to miss out this time, so you can't go back on your word."

"I knew it, you had already thought about my knife."

After the violent explosion, everyone waited for the smoke to dissipate, and Wei Yi stared closely at the center of the magic explosion.

No, nothing!

Was it really burnt to ashes?
"Boss, it's a pity, but it's true that you lost. The Ghost Slayer is mine."

"Wait a little longer, don't worry."

In the center of the battlefield, the ground has melted into lava due to the high temperature, and it is steaming.

There was no sign of He San, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Just when most people thought that He San had been wiped out, even a few ninth-level professionals thought so.

Wei Yi felt a chill, and his hairs stood on end.

Then, the world spun and the vision blurred.

A silver-white long sword protruded from the void behind Wei Yi and chopped off his head.

An illusory figure also appeared.

It was He San who had disappeared, and his left arm, which had already disappeared, was intact at this time.

In his left hand, he held a slowly beating heart.

He San lightly clenched his left hand, his heart was broken, and blood was all over the ground.

Everyone looked around in horror, Wei Yi was beheaded, so whose heart is it?

1, 2, 3...

A caster fell to the ground in response, the intact robe was bright red, and the blood flowed slowly like a trickle.

In the second round, kill two more people.