Chapter 179

Looking at the coming attacks, the card masters who used elemental cards simply gave up recitation and crushed the scarlet enchantment cards to defend themselves.

The swordsmen are waving wooden swords, covering the surface of wooden swords with Qi, and waving them flexibly to block the attacks one after another.

Yanchong summoned the golden vigorous Qi to protect the body. The attack hit the vigorous Qi of protecting body without causing any damage.

But this is not the assassin's mace of the bards. Compared with those of the same rank, their attacks are just like the current of water, which looks harmless, but can lead people to die unconsciously.

More often than not, they are more likely to serve as team assistants, but now when there are so many people, bards don't mind crushing their opponents.

There are several directions for you Yin poets when they are preparing to take up an advanced career, such as singers specializing in singing, performers of performing instruments, and composers who focus on creation. They can also choose not to advance to prepare for the legendary professional conductor of Jin Dynasty.

Yan Chong doesn't know much about Youyin poets, but Li Wenhua said that the most powerful poets are composers. They can compose music on the spot and attack their targets with all kinds of weird attacks, especially curse.

Among the ten minstrels, one of them was not very impressive. He was not tall. He held a pen in his left hand and a piece of brown paper in his right hand. He wrote and drew on the paper. His mouth closed one by one, which seemed to echo the singing of his teammates.

Yan Chong started reading and found that the other party was indeed a composer. He immediately said, "be careful of that composer!"

Jennie looked at each other and found it was wrong, but she said to Yan Chong: "you'd better be careful of yourself. I doubt his target is you!"

Yan Chong looked at his property panel in case he was cursed.

However, there are no exceptions on the status bar.

"Group B rushes into the melee and interferes with them!" Said Jeanne.

For war minstrels, the combination of close combat and long-range is the most appropriate.

Then, two players who used the professional card of swordsman rushed forward with wooden swords. At the same time, they fired several swords and attacked the Bard from a distance.

Compared with the silver level, the golden level swordsman's sword spirit is more concise and lasting, and can adjust the direction in the middle of the way. However, the card master who uses professional cards can't master this skill.

Just then, the composer stopped his pen and gently threw out the kraft paper in his right hand.

Kraft paper was floating and turning in the air. Yan Chong saw a corner on it with sharp eyes. It was a strange symbol, not a common language of the road. It was a bit like music score.

All of a sudden, there was a fire on the kraft paper, and in a flash it was burned to ashes.

A cold feeling suddenly covered the whole body, and the blood seemed to coagulate in general. Yan Chong quickly urged the Qi in his body and read his own attributes.

Status: weak star spirit blessing (lasting for 4 hours, 33 minutes and 28 seconds) curse: dancing (lasting for 4 minutes and 59 seconds)

the body seems to be filled with glue, but the original majestic and fluent Qi is sluggish, but this feeling only lasts for a moment, and the body becomes normal.

Too late to be happy, Yan Chong found that the curse on the status bar did not disappear.

At the same time, an increasingly strong impulse from the bottom of my heart.

"I've been cursed by a curse called dance!" Yan Chong astringent voice.

Then he couldn't stand it any longer and began to dance.

Yan Chong held the flagpole with open arms, as if holding a dancing partner. His steps were fragmentary, but they coincided with the rhythm of the songs sung by the poets.

Step forward, step forward, step forward, step back, step back, step forward, step forward again, rotate twice in place. Yan Chong's movement suddenly stops and then jumps again.

Moreover, he moved gradually towards the center of the battlefield.

"What kind of dance is this?" Lena has a wonderful face.

"It is said that the Bard can make his opponent dance the dance he has seen before." Nearby a star college girl said.

"Is this the time to talk about it?" Cried Jennie, but the curious look on her face betrayed her.

Yan Chong felt very happy at this time. He had seen a student perform Tango at the school party. The sexy and passionate dance made him have an impulse to learn at that time.

However, his high school work was arduous, and he was suddenly troubled by sleepiness. He soon forgot about it.

Now, he seems to have regained his memory and realized his dream. Standing on the brilliant stage, he dances heartily. Tens of thousands of audiences are watching his performance. He is an excellent dancer.

A sharp blue wind blade flew to Yan Chong's flag. Jennie quickly sent a fireball and hit the blade.

"Bang!"

Although it didn't offset the spirit sting which gathered the wind element, the fireball explosion changed the direction of the wind blade, hitting Yan Chong's bodyguard vigorous Qi on his body surface, and the shock wave also hit Yan Chong's back, which made his dance move unable to help but stop.Yan Chong was stunned for a moment. He realized what he had done just now. He could not help but produce a cold sweat.

He was clearly awake and not under control, but at the bottom of his heart, he had a desire to dance. Then he started Tango here, and he was somewhat selfless. He did not have the consciousness to avoid the attack of the other side.

"My will is as high as 3.2. How can I be bothered by this curse?" Under the pressure of biting teeth, Yan Chong protects the flag and runs back to his teammates.

"Good dance." Lena said with a smile.

"Ha ha, just so." Yan Chong grinned perfunctorily.

In fact, he was still quietly enduring the impulse of dancing in his heart, and sweat was seeping from his forehead.

At this time, he also realized the composer's terror, which was not a curse of death or disability, but like a negative emotion, moistening things silently, making people hard to guard against, and unconsciously hit the target.

On the other side of the battlefield, the composer had bright eyes and looked at Yan Chong's dance with a smile on his face, which gave him new creative inspiration.

However, the other party should get rid of his curse so quickly, which is beyond his expectation.

"Hurry up, or something will happen!" He cautioned.

After that, the leading poet's gesture changed, and the original light tune suddenly became impassioned and lofty, with the momentum of thousands of troops.

His song also seamlessly switched to another song.

Before the two swordsmen rushed in front of each other, there were countless spiritual attacks gathering elements of heaven and earth in front of them. They were hard to resist for a while, and there were several wounds on their bodies.

See, Jennie drinks: "direct use skill card support!"

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