Chapter 225: This is a game 5

Chapter 225 This is a game 5
Leng Danhua finally stopped chattering, and the two stepped into the graveyard one after another. I have to say that the scenes of this game are really lifelike and exquisite. The rancid smell in the air makes people unable to hold their hands. I pinched my nose, the crows wailed around and the faint crying made people shudder, completely forgetting that I was in the game.
The area of ​​this mass grave on the map is actually the size of two Tianhe towns. Because there are two challenge copies of the Skeleton Envoy and the Night Tour Mass grave here, so get rid of the demon in the mass grave and get the challenge of immortality. There were a lot of people, and the ghost that had just spawned along the way had all kinds of fairy techniques on his face, screamed, and disappeared.
Tian Miao did not stay for a long time in the first half where the dungeon and monsters gathered, but directly led Leng Xiaohua to the depths of the mass grave.
Gradually, there are fewer and fewer players on both sides. Large and small tomb bags are scattered around a mound. This seems to be a large tomb, but the entrance to the tomb has been opened, and the black holes cannot be seen inside, revealing the coolness. Wind, there is still a forest on the west side of the mound, but it's all faint, lifeless.
Not far from the forest, a dozen players wearing the same martial arts robes were talking about something in a bright light.
Then, there was a scream from the crowd, and then more than a dozen people laughed at the same time. One of them, holding up his sword, raised his face with great satisfaction.
"Oh! Brother Wang is good swordsmanship! I don't know what moves will be used next time? We haven't learned the Twenty Apocalypse Swords yet. Today is considered to be the world!" A disciple slid around the player holding the sword. , And the others followed suit.
"Hahaha! Today I will take this opportunity to show you the first fifteen tricks of the Twenty Apocalypse Swords with this little thing. They are all optimistic, and there are seven tricks!" Flattery is very useful, and the eyebrows are almost up to the sky.
At this time, among the crowd, a faint blue light flashed, and Wang Buren shouted: "Haha, here comes! Get out of me!"
Everyone gave up a venue, Tian Miao saw clearly this time, this is a refreshing blue-faced kid, only the size of a six or seven-year-old child, with a blue face and a black body, shrinking at the refresh point, holding his head, sobbing I don’t know whether I’m begging for mercy or crying.
Wang Buren yelled: "Tianyang Feiyan!" The fairy sword in his hand instantly turned into seven sword lights, penetrated the shrunken green-faced imp, and directly nailed it to the ground, two of which pierced his head and chest cavity. , He twitched twice in pain, and then disappeared in place. The bright red blood splashed all over Wang Buren, making him look extraordinarily terrifying.
"Okay! Good swordsmanship!" Everyone cheered again.
There was another faint blue light. The green-faced kid appeared in the place where he was killed. This time, he was even more frightened. His body was shaking like chaff. He knocked his head and said something in his mouth, but he didn’t understand, but he should It is the words of begging for mercy.
Wang Buren's eyes were stained with bloodthirsty craziness. He licked the corner of his mouth and made a few quick swords. This time, he took off his hands and feet, and finally chopped off his head.
Under the cheers of the crowd again, the little devil appeared again, back and forth several times, it died very quickly, and refreshed very quickly. Unlike other mobs, this green-faced little devil seemed to have memories, because it He seemed to be extremely afraid of Wang Buren, but because he was an npc, he couldn't leave his refresh point.
(End of this chapter)