I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Seeing the prompt of the props coming into effect, Xiao Lan took the time to tell the players the effect of "Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxist Philosophy": "Hidden can now be directly attacked by physical attacks, but can only last for ten minutes."

The invisible figure appeared and disappeared in the hall. It tried a few times, but because of the effect of Fushan Lingquan, it could not completely return to the invisible state.

Xiao Lan took out [Dalit's Bone] and took a stick toward it while taking a look of surprise. Pale bones crossed the white afterimage in the air, so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

Unexpectedly, this trick actually fell through.

In the moment when [Dalit’s Bone] was about to attack, Yin’s figure suddenly disappeared.

"Fat trough, this guy also has teleportation! Is this **** cheating?!" Hu Zhai couldn't help but spit fragrance.

As the so-called persimmon picks a soft pinch, not to mention Hu Zhai's soft and fat one.

The next second, the grass in front of Hu Zhai suddenly withered.

Then there was the sometimes absent figure when she was hidden, and she raised her hand in the direction of Hu Zhai, thinking with her **** what would happen if she was hit.

Fortunately, the hidden figure is no longer concealed, so players can no longer avoid danger by virtue of their keen combat instincts. They only have the space to hide by sight.

Hu Zhai saw the situation was not good, he quickly rolled to the side to try to avoid this terrible attack.

It is a pity that his body is too bulky and his movements are not sensitive. He is still a little late.

"Ah--" Hu Zhai's body fell to the ground with a scream.

There were big drops of sweat on his forehead, and the severe pain kept his body trembling.

Hu Zhai's leg disappeared directly, and the wound at the broken leg was spurting blood out. According to this amount of bleeding, if he does not deal with it in time, he will soon have hemorrhagic shock, or even death, even if the player's physical fitness is just to let him carry it for a while.

"Oh..." He tried to control his movements and took out a prop shaped like a paintbrush from the storage props.

Hu Zhai took a deep breath, shaking his hand and waving the brush at his broken leg. Along with his movements, the blood spewing from the wound stopped suddenly, and a full leg followed the movement of his brush.

In just a moment, Hu Zhai had stood up from the ground. If it weren’t for blood stains on the ground, he couldn’t imagine how serious the injuries he had suffered before.

only--

The newly emerged leg is slender, white, with crystal clear skin and full of collagen. It is obviously a girl's leg, and it is still secondary.

The legs of the second-generation beautiful girl are spliced ​​on Hu Zhai's fat body, and they have such a spicy eyes.

Xiao Lan speculates that Hu Zhai may have skin-like skills.

It can make him get out of the shell in the previous hidden attack, and now he can temporarily make up for his lost limbs, so that he can immediately have action. Hu Zhai only needs to survive this battle, and then use the props to repair the limbs after returning to the player's station.

This skill is also quite good, but this style...I don’t know if it’s Hu Zhai’s own, or the skill comes with it. The shame is slightly higher when using it.

On the other side, Hidden disappeared again after attacking Hu Zhai.

But for a breathing time, Huabei, who was standing not far from Hu's house, saw a grayish blue figure appearing beside him, and made an attacking gesture against him.

Seeing the bad situation, Huabei immediately erected a straw shield beside him. Those grasses looked soft and delicate, but the interwoven shield was very fine and flexible, and it was thickening automatically.

Manipulating vegetation is the skill of Huabei. The seeds of these grasses are specially changed in the player market. Don’t look at them. They look very delicate. In fact, the defense effect is very good, and the vitality is tenacious. repair.

Huabei fully manipulated the grass blade shields in front of her to maximize their vitality.

The next moment, the hidden attack has arrived.

The shield in front of Huabei immediately appeared a big gap, just like being eroded silently, the gap is still expanding, forcing Huabei to once again increase the release of skills.

Such a release is very burdensome for him, and soon his arms are so hard that there are blue tendons, and the forehead begins to sweat.

Fortunately, when only a thin layer of grass leaves him, the silent erosion stopped and the hidden figure disappeared from his front.

"Huh...Huh...Huh..." Huabei had a feeling of the rest of his life.

Seeing his teammates being attacked one after another, Mu Yang also directly opened his skills. This time he used not the codes that appeared out of thin air, but a virtual interface in front of him.

Mu Yang's hands were moving on the half-empty keyboard and mouse, and he quickly selected a swordsman in the character list and clicked to confirm.

With the confirmation key pressed, the swordsman who appeared in the virtual screen in front of Mu Yang came directly to the scene. He was holding a long sword, a neat black dress, and black leather boots. His hair was combed into a neat pony tail, and his eyes were firm and sharp.

At the moment of appearance, the swordsman's sharp eyes swept around.

Soon he locked a small piece of grass that had just wilted not far away.

Under Mu Yang's operation, the swordsman quickly rushed over there. The sword in his hand looked simple and unpretentious, but extremely sharp. A straight sword with no fancy points showed his body.

"Lying Groove! Summoner 666!!" Hu Zhai, who has recovered his fighting power, has envious light in his eyes. He, who is also a game Zhai, expresses deep envy for this. This is one of the ultimate dreams of gamers. .

He also really wanted his Valkyrie to appear in front of him, OK... It was already satisfying to just look at it.

The swordsman fought with her.

Originally, it wouldn't hurt the hidden sword edge, but because of the relationship of "Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxist Philosophy", a neat and profound sword wound was cut on its puffy arm instantly, revealing a chaos under its skin.

Hidden as a ghost produced by the game, no matter whether it is art or planning, it is obviously not designed with internal organs or the like, so under a layer of skin, there is only chaos and nothingness.

The injured Yin gave a painful scream, causing players to frown.

Hu Zhai raised his hand for a moment and drew the glittering two-dimensional painting style stars to Xiangyin: "His-This guy's voice is so unpleasant, just like the nails scratching the glass hard"

Huabei issued a few leaf-shaped flying blades in the direction of concealment: "It may be too late to eat the cv that dubbed him."

Xiao Lan switched [Bone of Dalit] to the blade form: "It may also be that the small workshop can't afford the cv at all, so just make a sound effect."

Hu Zhai & Huabei: "...It makes sense."

At this time, a sound of leisurely footsteps came from far away, which was out of step with the fierce battle situation at the moment.

Cheng Wenyi's figure came from behind without any hassle. He had already replaced his **** and dusty clothes and replaced it with a white suit. The details were slightly different from the previous one. Obviously it was another order.

Evil rich man.

His hair style has been restored again, his face and hands are also clean, and he even sprayed a woody men's perfume. I can't see that he had a fight with someone more than ten minutes ago, this guy In order to stay handsome, it is very hard.

At the moment, he was the brightest cub in the crowd, but unfortunately no males were present to marvel at his handsomeness.

They just think-what are you really mad about!

Cheng Wen said to Xiao Lan: "You can seek my help."

Xiao Lan glanced at him and said lightly: "No."

After he finished speaking, he took the sword and rushed towards the hidden battle with the swordsman summoned by Muyang.

Luo's figure followed, as if he were Xiao Lan's shadow.

Mu Yang's swordsman has been wounded, and there is less than one-fifth of the blood on his head, but he is still fighting tenaciously with Yin. After all, he is the game character that is truly controlled compared to the hidden self-awareness, and the game character will naturally not feel pain and fear.

Yin's hand waved to the swordsman again, and an invisible dangerous wave came from his hand.

Mu Yang frowned, this is another trick, this invisible trick is not easy to hide.

Now his swordsman has a small amount of remaining blood. If he gets caught again, it will be cold. It will be more than thirty minutes before he can summon the character next time. If the swordsman is killed now, he can only fight in person.

And Mu Yang's ontology-is a battle of five residues.

After all, where are the best esports players in the world?

At this moment, a white bone blade descended from the sky. Before the hidden attack, the white remnant that was hard to catch quickly flashed, directly cutting off the arm it was about to attack the swordsman.

Almost in sync with it, a sharp black light flashed on the other side, silently cutting off the other arm.

Yin once again made a sharp cry.

This time it was more tragic than before, as if killing a thousand pigs at the same time.

Hifi-level high-quality lossless sound quality, with aftertones around the beam, the effect of three days.

Players couldn't help covering their ears one after another. Xiao Lan was the closest to Yin, and felt that he was almost deaf. He rubbed his ears, and it seemed that there was still the fierce cry in the eardrums.

At the same time, Yin didn't dare to stay in place. Its blue-gray figure disappeared in place instantly, appearing away from Xiao Lan and Luo.

Then, under the eyes of the players, Yin had grown his arms on his bare shoulders again.

There is actually self-healing power! What the **** is this Nima!

It's no wonder that Yin Yin is designed to go against the sky so that he has to come out to do things himself.

That plan to come over to see me not to blow your dog's head! Players at this moment flashed the idea as if they were psychic.

Hu Zhai's voice shook a little: "How do I fight this?"

Xiao Lan raised his sword: "Continue, its self-healing ability cannot have no upper limit."

It's not that I haven't played with the self-healing boss before, but the ability of self-healing is limited, not to mention that Yin has now been suppressed by Fushan Lingquan, and it is impossible to continue healing indefinitely.

The players attacked Yin once again.

The figures of Xiao Lan and Luo rushed straight toward the hidden position, madly inflicting damage on it, and other players continued to attack it.

Cheng Wen is standing far away, and does not want to participate in the melee to destroy his good looks.

But when Yin tried to escape by teleport, he would receive his bullet sniper as soon as possible. His bullets seemed to be of ordinary size, but each time a big hole could be hidden.

With the crazy output of the players, the recovery speed of the scars on the hidden body has become slower and slower.

At this moment, Xiao Lan’s long-lost skill effect was triggered again:

"Poverty can't limit my imagination, you get [All Sparks Brings Lightning]"

Xiao Lan looked towards his storage space with anticipation, and the name sounded very impressive!

But he saw it-a pair of flower pants.

The shape of beach pants, the red background is covered with national style big flowers, wear it, you are the most dazzling boy in the crowd, the middle-aged uncle's summer favorite, full of mature male charm, you deserve have.

[Name: All the way spark with lightning (advanced props)]

[Ability: 30ms speed within 30 seconds after wearing, exceeding the limit of the human body (cooling time 12 hours)]

[Description: The **** will emit a strong flash when using it, please ensure that you and the surrounding audience can bear the mental capacity]

Xiao Lan, desperate for her skills: "..."

This Nima is too much! !

Damn, who wants to wear it! ! !