Chapter 1121 The Real Clown

And Zhan Wushuang Muchen and others.

At this moment, they were far away from Jiang Bai's attack range.

There was a clear boundary between them and the alien demon players.

It was not that Muchen did not want to go up to help.

But they had signed the Dark Contract and had become slaves of the Dark God, and their status was even lower than that of ordinary alien demon players.

They had no right to attack any player in the alien demon camp.

Otherwise, they would be punished by the Dark God.

Otherwise, Muchen would not have gone to such great lengths to pull the BOSS to the clown and use the BOSS's hand to create chaos.

So they could only watch helplessly, even if their fighting spirit was surging in their hearts, they could only endure it.

Beside Jiang Bai, Wuzui and others were already stunned.

What shocked them was not the damage, but the range.

"Is this guy really not using a bug?"

"Why can he shoot so far!?"

Long Tengao asked sourly.

"And it's been so long, how many magical skills does Kong Cheng have?"

"Why? System, why don't you come out and take care of it?"

Because Jiang Bai doesn't use this skill very often, it seems a little unfamiliar to Wuzui and the others.

"I understand why Kong Cheng asked us to hide here."

Wuzui's eyes were filled with excitement.

"Too strong!"

"Isn't this a one-sided massacre?"

Bu Yi's blood was boiling. At this moment, he wanted to kill the enemy, but he had no choice.

Because he didn't have such a perverted shooting range as Jiang Bai.

And the little girl Duo Duo, at this moment, had opened her mouth in surprise, enough to fit an egg.

"Isn't it a bit boring?"

Long Teng'ao looked at the constantly decreasing army of demons with a little regret.

"The plan that the clown prepared so hard is so vulnerable?"

"No!"

At this moment, Momo, who had always looked solemn, suddenly turned around and looked at Jiang Bai.

For some reason, the clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

"The clown is not dead!"

"He can't be dead!"

"What!?"

"Who is lying on the ground?"

Wu Zui looked at Momo in surprise.

On the contrary, Jiang Bai did not show any surprise because of Momo's shocking words.

Because he was busy with output, he just glanced at Momo and was shocked.

"Momo, you seem to know a lot."

"Fuck!!!!!!"

Just when Jiang Bai was distracted.

Long Teng'ao, who was making eye contact with Muchen, suddenly changed his face and yelled at Muchen.

"Muchen, be careful!!!!"

This roar used up all of Long Teng'ao's strength.

But the chaotic battlefield and the long distance made him unable to hear what Long Teng'ao was saying.

He just saw Long Teng'ao's face change suddenly. What was he shouting?

Until a touch of coldness touched Muchen's neck.

He was stunned.

A chill instantly rose from his back.

All he saw were clown masks.

Appeared silently from behind Muchen, Zhan Wushuang and others.

The same black dagger, with a cold light, chilling.

"The God of Darkness doesn't like you, a traitor."

When the clown's light voice fell.

The countless guys wearing clown masks made the same move.

"Swoosh!"

The cold light flashed, and the sharp dagger.

Like cutting tofu.

Smoothly passed through the necks of Zhan Wushuang, Muchen and others.

In an instant.

Dozens of blood jets spurted out.

Dyed the sky red.

The blood tanks of Muchen and others were instantly cleared.

Until his death, Muchen's face still had a smile from his life, and he couldn't even react.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Including Jiang Bai!

They stared blankly at the group of people falling like dominoes.

Muchen, Zhan Wushuang, Xinghai, left and right...

Jiang Bai's heart trembled suddenly.

These people are all top players in the entire Yulongyin! ! !

"Mu Chen!!!!"

Instantly, Jiang Bai's eyes turned red.

The bursting anger exploded in his mind.

"Mu Chen!!!!"

"Hahaha, hahahaha..."

The ugly and triumphant laughter of the clown echoed in the sky.

After killing Muchen and others.

Dozens of identical clown players stood together.

It was impossible to tell which one was the real clown!

Looking straight at Jiang Bai.

The weird clown smile was a naked provocation.

"Empty City Old Dream, if you want to kill me, I'm afraid you can only do it in your dreams!"

"These people, just treat them as my gift to you!"

"Hahaha!"

As he said that, the leading clown kicked Muchen's head away.

The bloody head drew an arc in the air.

It landed precisely below the back door of the Wind Temple.

"Ah!"

At this time, Yijian Piaoyao, Satan and Yiyu Jiangnan, who were not favored by the clown, woke up from their dreams.

They were completely frightened, their faces were pale, and their eyes were full of fear.

Then they knelt down in front of the clown army with a plop, begging for mercy in panic.

"Master Clown! All this was done by Muchen and Zhan Wushuang!"

"We really didn't know, and we really didn't mean to betray you!!!"

"I know."

The clown gently wiped the dagger in his hand on the sword-swaying head a few times.

"You are all good kids."

"But good kids, you have to show your performance."

After that, the real clown who was mixed in the clown army began to control the situation.

"Everyone, retreat!"

"The attack range of Kongcheng Jiumeng is limited."

"Keep retreating until he can't hit it!"

"Canyun, Hanye, you lead the tank team to hold the BOSS, pull it aside and grind it slowly!"

As the clown gave orders.

The chaotic army of demons gradually became orderly.

The clown's judgment was not wrong.

When they retreated to the edge of the cliff, Jiang Bai really couldn't hit him.

Everyone thought it would be a confrontation.

But when Jiang Bai jumped down from the top of the hall without hesitation and faced the army of demons alone.

Many people were still deeply shocked.

Before, you were on top because you couldn't hit it.

But now that Jiang Bai has come down, he has to face the army of more than 2,000 alien demons led by the clown!

"Haha, very good, I admire your courage."

The clown's voice was still calm and composed.

But Jiang Bai's eyes were filled with burning anger.

He stared at the clown army.

He raised the longbow in his hand.

The bright light lingered around him, and the rising anger was like the wrath of the gods.

He was just one person, but at this time, Jiang Bai gave people the pressure of thousands of troops.

Step forward.

One man guards the pass, fearless!

As he raised the longbow in his hand.

The moment the hot white light condensed into an energy arrow, the world lost its color.

"Clown, die!!!!!!!"

...

Behind Jiang Bai, Wuzui and others who were still on the roof were very conflicted at this time.

They stared helplessly at the last words left by Jiang Bai.

"If any of you dare to come down easily, I will commit suicide in the empty city!!!"