The illusion of online games becomes a god

Chapter 361
"Stop him quickly, where is the magician, hurry up..." Destroyer was in chaos, and the players of the entire Destruction team were in chaos. Although the number of players was twice that of the opponent, after a short confrontation, they vaguely knew the opponent's identity. It was terrifying, and among them, the [-] players led by the swordsman were the most terrifying, as if what was placed in front of them was not a player, but a lamb that was allowed to be slaughtered.

With the joining of the three armies of Gunslinger, Ghosts, and Bells, the war has gradually become fierce. With ingenious cooperation and appropriate moving distance, the destroyed players will be strangled again and again, and the enemy will be half-blooded with difficulty. With the chanting of the priest behind, the blood volume of the soldiers in front was restored again.

"Magician? Hehe... Don't ask me if I agree to the crime of regicide."

At some point, Eleven was already in the camp of the enemy magicians. With a burst of exclamation, the crime of regicide held a dagger in each hand, relying on his ingenious walking and flexible body, the dagger was sprayed with blood. While Piaoxu caused a series of injuries, one weak magician after another was ruined in his hands one after another.

"Hey, Eleven Gods are too powerful, brothers, let's go too..." The crime of regicide's bold and crazy approach has made some assassin players hooked and followed suit, but they are not Eleven after all. , before approaching the enemy's mage group, they were blasted out of shape by the dense magic bullets, and then walked away with a resentful smile.

Less than 20 meters away from the location of Destruction, the front row is densely packed with heavy-defense knights, and the cast human wall allows Destruction to live in it. It seems to be solid, but on another level, it undoubtedly does not restrict Destruction The moving speed makes him obediently wait for my arrival.

"Whispering Sword Sand."

Sword Immortal's first turn skill, it seems, hasn't been used for a long time.

Of course, the effect is still as sharp as ever. A surging sword energy like violent sand is formed from the Witch Demon Sword, as if the space at this moment is stagnant. The players in front widened their eyes and retreated unconsciously.

"This is... the Black Armor Killing God's Howling Sword Sand..."

"Oh my god, how is it possible, how could that strong player in the human race appear here."

"This is the dust of the king, the dust of the king...they are the players of the king, why do they come to compete for the spirit king token?"

No one to answer the doubts in their hearts, death is what they have to consider at this moment.

"Puff..." "Puff..." "Puff..."

The attack distance of Kuang Xiao Jiansha is no more than 20 meters. The raging white sword aura, like a wild beast rushing out of a cage, keeps attacking the players in front of them. The sword aura is extremely sharp. There are so many of them on the table, leaving traces of blood on the knees, wrists, arms, and necks of the knight players. Some knights with thin blood turned into a white light and disappeared without maintaining it for three seconds.

"The dust of the king! How could it be you? You are the legendary king?" Many knights and players kept looking at me, who was holding a black long sword and had a ghostly face, through the exposed gaps. The swordsman player, once upon a time, had a one-sided relationship with the player in front of him, and naively thought that the strength of the opponent who stayed with Lightning and the others was nothing more than that, but compared with the current stark contrast, it makes people Ruin's heart was greatly cooled by this.

"As early as four years ago, the king's corps that swept the entire Chinese game industry madly, an invincible team dynasty, an immortal myth that has been handed down to this day, they are the pride of China, they are the divine corps on the Chinese game arena, And the core of the Gods Corps, the military soul of the entire team—the king's dust, was hailed by them as a god-like existence.

Once the king comes out, who will fight for the front.They are a whole, a god-like whole. They are all gathered together by the dust of the core. There are not many players, but they are invincible. The combat profession affects the entire professional system. Every line has outstanding representatives. Wherever they pass, the sun and the moon are dimmed, and the wind and clouds change. "

"It really is them...how did they appear here? Could it be because of the Lingwang Token too?" Even though Chu Rui was extremely puzzled and doubtful in his heart, he didn't dare to mess up at this moment, protecting the Jasper Lingwang Token on his chest, Constantly receding to the back, and some knight players following Destroyer, at this time, regardless of whether the opponent is the legendary dust of the king, kept separating to block Destruction behind, using their flesh and blood to resist everything that happened next.

"Hehe... That's right, I am their leader. Now that they have all been killed here, is it possible that besides the Spirit King Token, there are other things worth fighting so hard?" The strength is still sharp, but with the improvement of the player's level, it seems that there are quite a few Xiaoqiang who have survived many sword qis with one skill.

Of course, at this time, they are nothing more than residual blood, at the end of their strength.

"There are no elf players among your kings, why are you so hard-pressed? Could it be that you think I can be bullied by Destroyer..." After Destroyer quickly sent a few messages in private, a trace of cruelty appeared on his face. color, looked up and asked.

"What my king wants to do is not something you can manage with a small destruction. Others are afraid of you, and my king will not take you seriously."

With a cold snort, his feet moved quickly, and the Witch Sword kept waving in his hand, cutting down the bloody knights one by one.

"Don't think that you are so aggressive because you are the dust of the king. You want me to destroy and hand over the Lingwangling. Even if you are the king of heaven today, don't even think about moving the Lingwangling. Let everyone concentrate their firepower, I want to see, How capable is this legendary king, and he really thinks that he can defeat everything with one enemy."

"Then you'll know if you try."

The Witch Demon Sword swung out casually, beheading a player on the spot, the next moment the Witch Demon suddenly floated not far in front of me, leaped up, and a long weapon with a faint purple awn appeared on my face hands.

"Artifact..."

"Oh my god, it turned out to be a god-level weapon. Didn't Lingwu officially say that a divine weapon is like finding a needle in a haystack? Why does the other party have a divine weapon, and the shape is still so awesome, I'm envious..."

"Tsk tsk... The boss actually took out the artifact until now. I'm envious... When will I, the gun master, be able to hold the artifact, and the world will not allow me to kill it in seconds..."

"If that's the case, will the boss be killed by you too?" A very cute magician girl interjected crisply.

"Uh...cough cough, that, the boss is not included..."

"..."

"Because I don't regard the boss as a human being at all."

"Oh, oh... I know, they privately say that the boss is a pervert, strong beyond the limits of human beings, and I don't know if it's true..."

"..."

The Gunslinger had no choice but to send the girl away with a wave of his head. If she was allowed to gossip, she might cause some trouble.

Stepping on the Witch Demon Sword, he sent out orders in his heart, and dragged his long black tail in the air, narrowly dodging the many arrows that were shot at him. Fortunately, he had the super blood recovery function of the natural wrist of life. Even if I get hundreds of hits in a second for a defense-breaking attack, I can still be full of energy, jump up and down..."The wonder of truth."

The subsidiary skill of Fang Tian's painting halberd, the unique sonic attack, my current sonic resistance is zero. If I guess right, the number of players below with a sonic resistance exceeding zero should not exceed the number of one hand.

With me as the center of the sound wave, Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand kept shaking, and the sharp whistling sound spread rapidly towards the surrounding waves in a unique way of propagation.

"Ah... what the hell is this sound, my head hurts, ah..."

"Damn, my blood volume is decreasing? Priest, where is the pastor, give me more blood."

The moment the sound wave attack spread, the faces of the destroyed players around them suddenly changed, showing panicked looks, and writhing bodies restlessly. If they were asked to abandon their guns and remove their armor, how could they have the ability to continue fighting.

"Just now."

Seizing the opportunity, there was a swish sound, and the Witch Demon Sword ran to the extreme speed, reaching the place where the destruction was.

"It's so fast..." Destroyer's pupils contracted, and disbelief was written all over his face. He was also within the range of the sound wave attack, and the weakness of his whole body had left him without the slightest ability to resist.

"Splitting the waves..."

"The blood dragon roars..."

"The Break of the Blue Ling."

Three consecutive heavy blow skills keep falling, even if the current destruction is in its peak period, it is impossible to escape.

"Ding Dong: Destroy the player to death, and the Spirit King Order failed to recognize the master."

"Ding dong: The holder of the Lingwang Token - the lost wind, the current coordinates, the remaining time: 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds."

"Ding Dong: The lost wind player died, and the Ling King Order failed to recognize the master."

"Ding Dong: The holder of the Spirit King Token—the Roaring Roarer, the current coordinates, remaining time: 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds."

"Ding Dong: The Roaring Howler player died, and the Ling King Order failed to recognize the master."

Once Destroyed died, the players below were all messed up. How could they manage the negative effects of physical and mental exhaustion and blood volume loss? Without Destroyed, the dangers of people's hearts were fully reflected. One by one, they rushed towards Ling Wang Ling with all their strength. Of course, the end was also extremely tragic. A warrior player finally got the Spirit King Token, and before he had time to enjoy it for a few seconds, the next moment the soldiers came, and a clang sounded, and the Spirit King Token fell to the ground.

Fang Tian danced wildly with the halberd in his hand, harvesting lives one after another, and finally, the Lingwang Token fell into my hands.

Ascending to the mid-air, the Spirit King Token in my hand seemed to be induced by something, and it kept shaking, and then a ray of clear green light burst out from the Spirit King Token, shooting into my chest.

"Ding Dong: The holder of the Lingwang Token—Ying, the current coordinates, the remaining time: 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds."

The next moment, a pleasant system notification sounded in the sky, spreading to every corner of the elves.

(End of this chapter)