Chapter 225 This Is a Game 5
Leng Yuhua finally stopped chattering, and the two stepped into the cemetery one after the other. I have to say that the scenes of this game are really realistic and exquisite, and the rancid smell in the air makes people unable to resist using their hands. Hold your nose, the crows around you whine, and the faint cries make you shudder, completely forgetting that you are in the game.
The area of this mass grave on the map is actually as big as two Tianhe towns, because there are two challenge copies of the Skeleton Girl Envoy and the Night Tour Mass Burial Mound here, so in the mass burial hill, get rid of demons and get the magic spell and enter the challenge. There were a lot of people, and the phantoms that had just respawned along the way greeted all kinds of immortals on their faces, screamed, and disappeared.
Tian Miao didn't stay long in the first half where the dungeon and monsters gathered, but took Leng Yanhua directly to the depths of the mass grave.
Gradually, there were fewer and fewer players on both sides. Large and small graves were scattered around a mound. This seemed to be a large tomb, but the entrance to the tomb had been opened, and it was so dark that the inside could not be seen. Wind, there is a forest on the west side of the mound, but it is all dead and lifeless.
Not far from the forest, a dozen players wearing the same sect's Taoist robes were discussing something around a beam of light.
Then, there was a scream from the place surrounded by the crowd, and then, a dozen or so people laughed at the same time, and one of them raised his bloody sword aloft, with a very smug look on his face.
"Oh! Brother Wang is good at swordsmanship! I don't know what moves will be used next time? We haven't learned the twenty swords of the apocalypse yet, so today is a good time to see the world!" A disciple stalked around the player holding the sword. , and the rest are also consistent.
"Hahaha! Today I will take this opportunity to show you the first fifteen moves of the Twenty Swords of the Apocalypse with this little thing. I'm optimistic about it. There are seven more moves!" Flattery is very useful, and the eyebrows are almost raised to the sky.
At this time, a faint blue light flashed across the crowd, and Wang Buren shouted: "Haha, here we come! Get out of the way!"
Everyone gave up a place as promised, Tian Miao saw clearly this time, this is a fresh green-faced kid, only about the size of a six or seven-year-old child, with a green face and black body, shrinking at the refresh point, covering his head, sobbing I don't know if I'm begging for mercy or crying.
Wang Buren shouted: "Tianyang Feiyan!" The fairy sword in his hand instantly turned into seven sword lights, piercing through the huddled green-faced kid, nailing it to the ground, two of which pierced his head and chest cavity , he twitched twice in pain, and then disappeared in place, bright red blood splashed all over Wang Buren, making him look extraordinarily terrifying.
"Good! Great swordsmanship!" Everyone cheered again.
There was another faint blue light, and the green-faced kid reappeared at the place where he was killed just now. This time, he was even more frightened, his body trembling like chaff, and he kowtowed as he muttered something, but he couldn't understand it at all, but he should It is a word of begging for mercy.
Wang Buren's eyes were stained with bloodthirsty madness, he licked the corners of his mouth, and with a few quick strikes, he cut off the hands and feet of the sentimental brat this time, and finally chopped off his head.
Under the cheers of the crowd again, the little ghost reappeared and went back and forth several times. It died very quickly and refreshed very quickly. It seems that he is extremely afraid of Wang Buren, but because he is an npc, he cannot leave his refresh point.