My Virtual Game

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The sky is getting darker, the wind is whistling, and the whole world is shrouded in silence.

After nearly an hour of fermentation, at this time, the initial enthusiasm of the players has almost been consumed, and at this time they have also understood that the players who had surged to the top of the **** were all dead and were projected by Xin Zhao Killed, the top of the mound can only enter, not exit, just like a behemoth that swallows people. After swallowing it in, it won't even spit out the bones.

Therefore, there are very few people climbing up the soil **** anymore. The remaining players are all around, or standing on other small hills. Looking at it from a distance, they can’t see it clearly, but they can only vaguely see the figures. The top of the mound with gleaming white light.

"I don't know what's going on up there now, what's going on with Lord Xin."

"It should not be dead yet. If Xin Zhao is killed, the system will prompt the end of the event."

"It's too miserable, you don't know. A buddy of mine who was killed by Xin Zhao just sent me a message from his friend. Xin Zhao is a big demon. Those who rushed to the top of the **** were all killed by him. If a person survives, no one can withstand a shot from him. Almost tens of thousands of people have died by now."

"My friend also sent me a message saying that he told me not to go up. The chrysanthemum letter is too ruthless. The players who died are basically the chrysanthemum exploded and died. Even if it is not, the chrysanthemum letter will lift the spear and shoot the **** before the body is refreshed One shot..."

"Damn, this chrysanthemum terminator. Fortunately, I am far away and I haven't had time to get up. That scene...I dare not even think about it!

The players looked at the top of the **** or guessed, or rejoiced, or sighed, or sighed. Although many players were killed by Xin Zhao, there were also many players who remained on the huge mound, but the total amount was only About 20,000 people, and now the entire fantasy world has more than 100,000 people, so there are still a lot of players surrounded by the soil at this time, about 50,000 to 60,000, densely packed and huge.

Just as these players were discussing, suddenly, a screaming roar spread from the top of the mound to all directions and into everyone's ears.

"The ambition to be in battle, there is death but no life, even if I die, you will die! The new moon swept across, ah..."

This can no longer be called a roar, but a roar, with hoarseness, sorrow, unyielding, and determination to die together, like a tsunami, rushing in all directions, bringing boundless wind and waves, and echoing between heaven and earth for a long time. , Accompanied by the howling wind, seemed to spread throughout the dream world at this moment.

Tens of thousands of players under the soil **** were talking about it. Hearing this roar, they fell silent for an instant. They all turned their gazes to the top of the slope, slowly widening their eyes.

This expression, this scene, only appeared when Xin Zhao had just arrived and there was a huge lightning vortex in the sky.

I saw that under the gloomy sky, the top of the unclear mound suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light, and quickly magnified it, forming an arc-shaped **** of light, like a golden moon, instead of being covered. The sun covered by the clouds illuminates the gloomy world.

The golden arc moon, which seems to contain infinite energy, with an amazing breath, set off boundless power, followed the top of the slope, after a circle, then slowly dissipated, but the light and shadow it left behind was on the slope. The top forms a ring, which lasts for a long time.

This is not the scariest anymore, the next scene happened even more so that the players opened their mouths.

At the top of the slope, where the arc moon swept across, suddenly many black shadows flew out, like cannonballs. They shot into the sky in all directions, and they could still be faintly heard yelling, they were all players. .

These flying players, before landing, they turned into corpses in the air, turning into white light, one after another, like fireworks blooming, they are particularly dazzling and beautiful in this dim sky, but they still reverberate there. Against the backdrop of the screams of the fireworks, this picture of fireworks in full bloom is very beautiful, coquettish, and weird.

What followed was a rain of copper coins, mixed with a small amount of equipment, which was exploded after the death of those players.

"This is... Xin Zhao's big move, the crescent moon sweeps? This knock-up effect is dangling!"

"I rely on, a lot of money, a lot of equipment."

"Hurry up..."

The players were shocked for a long time before they burst out loud shouts and grabbed the copper coins and equipment that had fallen from the sky. At this time, at the top of the slope, it was another picture.

The players who had been crowded had disappeared, and the entire **** seemed to have been cut off by a layer. Standing, there was only a pile of copper coins and equipment, the blood-colored figure.

"Hehe, it's not that easy to kill me." Xin Zhao inserted the spear that seemed to be broken into the pile of copper coins~www.ltnovel.com~ to support his shaky body, wiped the blood on his face, smiled, and raised his head. Looking at the gloomy sky, murmured,

"Grandpa, it's been seven years, how are you? And, Lux...oh," Xin Zhao sighed with a complicated look in his eyes when he thought of Lux.

At this moment, a lazy and cynical voice came over.

"Oh? Grandpa? I heard that in the League of Legends, Xin Zhao is Zhao Yun's grandson. Could it be that your grandpa is Zhao Yun's failure."

Xin Zhao's face sank, and he looked down at the figure who was slowly standing up in front of him, and said in surprise: "You are not dead?"

"Haha, it's not that easy if you want to kill me." Hun Zichan patted his clothes and smiled proudly, but there was some lingering palpitations in his eyes. As soon as Xin Zhao lifted the snatch, he felt a palpitation and quickly closed. The gun fell down, and almost instantaneously, Xin Zhao's crescent moon swept over his head.

"Oh, I'm weak, and the speed of my moves has dropped so much that you can get away with it. If I was in my heyday, I wouldn't have to sweep the crescent moon and I would kill you with a single shot." Xin Zhao laughed coldly.

"I believe that you were very powerful in your heyday, but unfortunately, now you are not, you have reached the end, you are about to die, and you will be killed by me." Hun Zichan shook her head relaxedly, pointed her spear at Xin Zhao, and slowly approached. However, he was also very vigilant in his heart, fearing that Xin Zhao would come back to his death.

"The end? I'm at the end. If you want to kill me, I have to pay the price. Fight and roar!" Xin Zhao's eyes widened, his spear lit up with a pale yellow light, covering the cracks on it, exuding fierce fierceness. The breath is very good.

"Uh... w skill mad fighting roar? Increase the attack speed?" Hun Zichan looked at the long spear in Xin Zhao's hand, the déjà vu light, her expression startled. (To be continued.)