Chapter 1592 The Killing Dance Troupe Is Born!

The long wind is long.

The dragon keeps soaring in the gray sky.

It let out a long dragon cry, spanning tens of breaths of time.

The music doesn't stop.

The melody became more and more intense.

Gu Qingshan stood among the skeletons, sweating profusely doing every movement.

No matter which direction he looked, or nodded at which undead, waved at which piece of undead, or even just a look——

The undead who rushed up immediately dropped their weapons and fell into the river of death in despair, but were repelled by the river and knelt on the sea.

The muscles, hair, and skin of the undead were completely dissipated, leaving only bones, kneeling devoutly in front of the dance troupe.

The more undead rushed up, the more undead kneeled in front of the dance troupe.

Amidst the dragon chant, the roar of the flame skull suddenly sounded:

"Back! Back off! Don't enter the range of that dance again!"

Atley followed up and said: "All undead, don't attack for now, all back to me!"

The Guangyan Skull was still not at ease, and then roared again: "He can't fully use the power of that dance now, and all retreat a hundred meters away!"

Under the orders of the two, the undead stopped and stopped trying to attack.

Except for the bones kneeling in front of the dance troupe, the other undead quickly withdrew a hundred meters away.

Looking at this scene, Gu Qingshan felt a little regretful.

I thought I could transform all the undead, but I didn't expect to meet a knowledgeable opponent.

——The Flaming Skull immediately saw the weakness of this dance.

Yes, the dance troupe only skipped a warm-up dance and immediately started the formal dance, so the preparation was not sufficient.

Right now, this official dance is only the first level of the sacrificial dance, not even the dance of the earth gods.

It was the first time for the skeletons to dance, and they couldn't exert the full power of the sacrificial dance.

So the range of influence is only 100 meters away.

Gu Qingshan looked at the undead who had retreated, and suddenly asked: "Ma'am, if I raise the dance level, and then attack them—"

"It's too difficult," said a husky female voice: "Hitting can indeed transform...but the distance is too far, you can't reach them, and secondly, you need a lot of willpower to arouse the power of the sacrifice dance, and then you have to keep dancing normally. Something went wrong."

"Understood!"

Gu Qingshan's eyes sharpened, and he snapped his fingers toward the sky.

The Death Dragon got the hint, immediately stopped the dragon chant, and let out a roar:

"I will use the supreme mantra to destroy your war!"

It began to chant a mantra: "Come on, you trash standing in front of the Dragon Clan, with the power of my Dragon Might, immediately deprive you of all your vows!"

In the dark ocean, countless light spots soared into the sky, entangled, danced, circled in mid-air, rushed to the sky, and surrounded the giant dragon.

These are manifested wishes!

The real power of the death dragon lies in this. It can make the spell take effect without any reaction from others, and forcibly absorb a kind of power from others.

The giant dragon passed through layers of clouds and flew over the dance troupe, hovering motionless.

Its whole body is shining continuously, just like the existence in ancient fairy tales.

Gu Qingshan nodded secretly while twisting his body along with the music.

——This fat man is really powerful. He howled for such a long time, with a long breath, and released the Dragon Curse completely, but he still wanted to tell others that he was actually going to cast the spell.

In this way, when others saw those wishes flying all over the sky, they really thought he was casting a spell, but ignored the long howl before.

etc--

Gu Qingshan suddenly recalled that in the historical records of many civilizations, when the dragon clan came out on stage, they all liked to send out dragon chants in the sky.

——It turned out that this group of goods had already made their moves at the beginning of the show.

Just as he was thinking about it, the Flame Skull sneered and ordered loudly: "All the undead, stay out of the range of the dance. Now we just need to wait for his dance to end, and then we can go up and tear them apart!"

Gu Qingshan came back to his senses and looked around.

The undead have all retreated, and now the dance is indeed useless.

He shot a glance at the dragon of death.

The Death Dragon returned his gaze.

Immediately, a magnificent waterfall of light appeared in the sky.

The infinite light spots lingering on the dragon's body fell from the sky, rushing into Gu Qingshan's body with the force of a river.

On the God of War interface, the value of wish power skyrocketed crazily.

All the music in the void suddenly stopped.

Gu Qingshan stopped.

All dancing skeletons freeze.

Invisible power surrounds the dance troupe, exuding small whispers, but they can't be heard clearly, and the words are unclear, as if there are countless unknown existences surrounding the dance troupe, looking forward to their next dance.

Gu Qingshan suddenly said: "The more blood there is, the more vigorous the dance is. We will feel the desire to kill and dance to life and death, thinking it is holy."

——This is the proclamation of the dance of the death fight, and the whole dance begins to change.

Following Gu Qingshan's words, lines of firefly characters quickly refreshed in the void:

"You announce that a dance of deathmatch is about to take place."

"Your will is perfectly sufficient."

"The strange power in the void is warming up for your dance."

"Explanation: In the last deathmatch, your dance moves were penetrated by Doomsday."

"Now, you've regrouped a group of dancers."

"Please reprogram the dance of deathmatch according to your own ideas to form your own exclusive dance."

"You need a name for your dance company right away!"

Gu Qingshan's expression changed.

naming?

Such a difficult thing--

For some reason, strange words came from the wind, as if someone was laughing, or someone was fighting, shouting, or killing.

This is the atmosphere created by the dance of the death fight itself, and it is the warm-up of the dance hall on the weird side!

With this atmosphere, a person suddenly appeared in Gu Qingshan's memory.

Ye Feili.

Kill the clown.

Yes, this is the dance of killing, the end of the fight to the death, from strange forces.

Why not—

"My dance troupe is called Killing Dance Troupe." Gu Qingshan said.

A line of small characters appeared in front of his eyes:

"Your dance company is now established."

"The show is about to begin!"

"——This is a high-level dance. Whether it can evolve into a dance of death fight again depends on your performance in this field."

"It all starts with your exclusive background music."

"three,"

"two,"

"one,"

"Open!"

Gu Qingshan looked at the skeletons who were standing still.

He took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Boom chacha, boom chacha, boom chacha!

Background music on!

The atmosphere of the dance of deathmatch completely dissipated——

The death dragon couldn't help roaring in the sky: "Yeah, yeah!"

The sound of disc playing is interspersed, and the drum set brings a deafening rhythm:

bang bang bang-

bang bang bang-

bang bang bang——

Drums blare, followed by a frenzied outburst of electric guitars.

The skeletons stepped forward in unison, and gathered towards Gu Qingshan in the center!

They were either kneeling, or squatting, or leaning against Gu Qingshan, or facing Gu Qingshan, grasping the point of the music, nodding, shaking their heads, swinging their arms, and puffing their chests in unison——

Mechanical dance!

——With the figure of a skeleton, it is really suitable for dancing this kind of dance that pays special attention to fixed points and positions!

Gu Qingshan's figure was submerged among the skeletons, unable to be seen.

The music gets wilder.

Sudden--

Someone chanted in the void: "Death match, death match, death match! Su hey su hey su hey!"

All the skeletons spread out and arranged in a circle around the stage.

Gu Qingshan reappeared.

He was wearing a top hat and kept his head down.

While everyone was watching, he raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

"Come on, babies."

next second.

All the skeletons were arranged in a circle, facing the surrounding sea of ​​death, and slowly raised their weapons.

weapon?

——Just when they gathered around Gu Qingshan just now, Gu Qingshan distributed weapons to them again!

All skeletons hold a ferocious steel machine in their hands.

Gatling M134 revolver!

Ka Ka Ka——

The electric motor on the machine gun starts to drive the six barrels to rotate, and it will quickly speed up, completing a series of actions such as loading the bullet into the chamber, locking, firing, ejecting the shell, and ejecting the shell in a very short time.

This is the most primitive charm of machinery!

Gu Qingshan whispered: "7.62mm ammunition, 6000 rounds per minute - although it is very old, but now, please enjoy it."

despair!

The first shots were fired.

The bullet sprayed out from the rotating barrel, flew a distance of 100 meters, and directly hit the chest of a dead spirit.

The dead spirit let out a howl, and the flesh, hair, hair and flesh of the whole body were scattered into ashes, leaving only a bone, kneeling devoutly on the ground.

The power of the sacrificial dance was conveyed a hundred meters away by bullets!

Da da da da da da da da da da da da!

Amidst the violent sound of machine guns, bullets shot at the undead in all directions.

The skeletons' hands were as steady as a rock, shaking the Gatling in their hands, and strafing a line of fire.

This kind of attack is so cruel and unreasonable, with the determination to sweep away everything, turning the undead along the way into bones, and belonging to the world of the six realms.

Jingle ding ding ding!

Metal shell casings fell to the ground, making a dense, pleasant sound.

A husky female voice sounded next to his ears: "Interesting, using technological side weapons to extend the sacrificial dance, thereby changing the belonging of those undead - how did you come up with this?"

Gu Qingshan whispered: "Technology changes destiny, ma'am."

A long metal cannon barrel appeared in his hand.

——RPG, individual combat rocket launcher!

Boom!

The rocket flew out with a long tail flame, blasting the sky full of undead on the river of death.

Gu Qingshan lost the barrel and started to dance a solo.

Amidst the firepower of the machine guns, amidst the continuous screams of the undead, amidst the rising and boiling electronic sounds, Gu Qingshan stood in the center of the stage——

He did a great tap dance!