Chapter 1278 Promotion Game 69

There is great power in numbers.

No matter what, they won in terms of momentum anyway.

Ah.

The S-level player snorted coldly, and rushed towards Su Cen and the others, trying to teach them a lesson. At this moment, Fu An'an released a large pile of soil from the space to block them from the middle.

The man's attention was drawn back.

He became smarter, and then walked around Fu An'an at a fast speed.

Because of his attack, Fu An'an kept backing away until someone approached from behind.

Su Jinyu?

Fu Anan was stunned when he saw the people in this department.

At this moment, a second Su Jinyu's voice came from behind Su Jinyu, "Don't believe Team Fu, it's fake."

"Fu team, I'm real! Help me!"

The two are really alike.

For this reason, Fu An'an looked at the S-level player and felt that his special ability span was a little too big.

"Fu Team, don't trust her!"

"Don't get close to the Fu team, it's dangerous!"

The two Su Jinyu were approaching Fu Anan, and the real one was already in a panic. He reached out to stop the fake one, but in reality they made the same movement.

The scud was watching and laughing not far away.

He also didn't expect that the skills used to slaughter ordinary players could also be used on S-rank players.

Fu Anan frowned, watching the two Su Jinyu reach out to him at the same time. Then one of them reached out to his neck unexpectedly.

Fake!

She grabbed him with her backhand and wiped the man's throat with a knife before he did. The fake one didn't have the imaginary blood, and it didn't have the resistance brought by the muscles when the blade cut the throat.

Fu Anan felt as if she had cut through a sponge used for flower arrangement, it was so light.

Su Jinyu who was killed was not really killed, he was dispersed into small molecules, and then recovered into a complete person.

At the same time, an image of himself quietly appeared beside him.

The fake Fu An'an was standing not far from her, with a knife in his right hand, his arms drooping naturally, his expression was the same as her own, as if he was looking in a mirror.

Then, the fake Fu An'an made a move towards her.

The slender blade stabbed towards her, and the two wrestled face to face.

The true and false talisman, An An, turned around a few more times, and on the premise that everything was exactly the same, bystanders couldn't tell who was real and who was fake.

But Fu An'an can do it herself.

It can talk, breathe, and have a temperature. The only drawback is that it has no pulse.

No matter how she plays, she is just a fake thing that looks like a person.

Inanimate objects are the easiest for her to deal with. After observing enough, Fu An'an pressed her hands tightly on her shoulders, and then put her away.

It's that simple and brutal.

The second Fu Anan put it into the space, without the control of external forces, it spread out like a puff of smoke. While dispersing, the last energy of the condensed entity dissipated, which was quickly assimilated by Fu An'an's own power.

Huh?

When Fu An'an checked the situation in the space, he suddenly found that there were still good things that were brought in many days ago.

Without pretending to be this dummy, she almost forgot.

Fu Anan suddenly looked at the S-rank player in the distance, showing a wretched and perverted smile.

The player came into contact with her realization, and then, the avatars around her attacked more intensely...

For this reason, Fu An'an turned his attention back to the team members, and then these people who were fighting fiercely felt someone put their hands on their shoulders one after another.