I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

"Get out of the way!"

Yue Baisheng shouted excitedly.

The door that was originally tightly blocked suddenly collapsed.

Everyone rushed into the city in panic.

People in the city want to come out, and people outside the city want to go back.

As a result, there was no way to advance or retreat, and everyone was stuck in the narrow city gate corridor.

Swish—swish—swish—

The rain of arrows shot by the demon clan, packed with rich demon power, shot straight towards the city wall. Even if they were not deliberately aimed, just a part of them was enough to cover the living targets crowded at the city gate.

puff--

One after another, people were shot through the body by long arrows and disappeared from the trial field into a ball of white light.

As the students fell one by one, the corridor gradually became passable.

Everyone rolled and crawled back into the city. All those who survived imitated Class 197, leaning against the city wall and breathing heavily.

The first round of arrow rain took away at least hundreds of participating students, among which Wu Ling and Tiangong suffered the heaviest losses.

As the initiator of the door-blocking, Yue Baisheng not only had to bear the mocking eyes of Class 197, but also faced the weird teasing from other students. At this moment, his face was red with anger, and the veins on his forehead had swollen into a # shape.

"Do you think the battlefield is a stage play? If you are still posing outside the city, people like you will die the fastest." Qiao Jiang was already holding back his anger. Seeing the opportunity to ridicule, he would never Let it go.

"We at least dare to leave the city, what about you?"

"What's the point of getting all dressed up like this? Are you just hiding in the city and being a coward?"

Yue Baisheng retorted angrily.

"What we call it is waiting for the opportunity, but what you call it is simply waiting to die."

"Don't mix it up."

Qiao Xiaohui also helped her brother.

As Qiao Xiaohui finished speaking, the shouts of killing on the battlefield seemed to get a little louder, accompanied by the sounds of slashing and wailing.

The time has come.

Guan Shan stopped the Qiao brothers and sisters from continuing to rant, waved to his teammates, and was the first to take the lead and rush out of the city.

Compared with the first wave of arrow rain, there are obviously many fewer stray arrows on the battlefield now, but if you want to pass through safely, there are still many dangers.

Yue Baisheng lay down by the city wall, poked his head outside the city, and mocked disdainfully, "You still dare to rush forward with the rain of arrows. I want to see if you, Class 197, are made of iron."

There were many people who had the same idea as Yue Baisheng. Suddenly, there were several heads waiting to see the show beside the city wall. Everyone was waiting to see Class 197 make a fool of themselves.

But as Class 197 rushed further and further away, everyone's eyes gradually changed from anticipation to confusion, and soon turned to shock.

Those fatal arrows were like the domestic pets of Class 197. Every time they were about to fall on their heads, they would deflect strangely and pass them by with narrow margins.

Even if one or two of them landed on their heads occasionally, they would be knocked away by Qiao Xiaohui and Wang Sheng with their swords.

Seeing that Guan Shan and the others were about to enter the battlefield, the students in the city couldn't sit still.

It seems that the rain of arrows is not that scary.

Soon there were imitators, following the route of Class 197 and rushing out.

"That idiot Yue Baisheng blocked everyone at the city gate. Of course he can't escape. It's not difficult at all!"

"That's right, if the military school students can do it, we can do it too, and they don't have one more head than us!"

"Oh ho! Kill!"

The students roared and rushed forward, but before they could take a few steps forward, they discovered the gap between imagination and reality.

They were clearly looking at the arrows that Class 197 could knock down with just a swipe of their hand. Why were they so powerful?

Why do those arrows with no accuracy seem to be wearing trackers when they reach them?

Sometimes one of them has just been defeated, and the second and third ones are already in front of them, making it impossible to avoid them.

This wave of students who rushed out were all shot into hedgehogs before they even reached the center of the battlefield and were eliminated on the spot.

The countdown has just ended, and in less than 10 minutes, more than two hundred students were eliminated.

"Why! Why didn't the demon clan's arrows shoot at the people in Class 197? What kind of demonic magic did they cast??"

"Fuck, this is nothing! Let's just watch their performance!"

Complaints and curses continued from the crowd, but no one dared to take another step outside the city.

Students from various major colleges watched as Class 197 disappeared from sight and completely merged into the chaotic battlefield. They were expecting them to die on the battlefield, but were also afraid that they would be the first to rush to Fengdu City.

If the military academy takes first place at 2,000-6, they will definitely not be able to reap the rewards when they go back.

While everyone was running around anxiously, the students of Tiangong College became strangely quiet.

The surviving Tiangong students all gathered around Zhong Mou, seeming to be discussing something.

Not long after, the remaining Tiangong students formed a strange square formation, like a rugby ball, with pointed ends and a round middle.

Rush out of the city quickly.

"Hey, Ning Ya, your student has something good." Li Yunxuan raised his eyebrows and said with some appreciation.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door. Li Yunxuan immediately saw that Tiangong's square formation was almost the same as the tactical arrangement of Class 197.

The front row was led by the arrow students with the highest level of superpowers, who used their coercion to deflect the trajectory of the stray arrows. On both sides were the enhanced awakeners, who were responsible for knocking away the missed arrows.

All the auxiliary superpowers were concentrated in the inner circle to provide amplification for their companions around them.

Facing the battlefield full of gunfire and rain of bullets, such a distribution was the most suitable for rapid advancement.

"It's just copying homework, but it's still not as good as Class 197, especially Guan Shan of the arrow, who almost didn't waste any superpowers. This level of control was something I couldn't do when I was extraordinary."

There was a hint of envy in Ning Ya's voice.

"Damn it, that's better than my group of stupid geese, who can't even copy homework!"

Du Xiuping pounded the table in front of him in dissatisfaction. He stared angrily at the group of martial spirit students on the screen, wishing he could rush into the trial field and give them a few big fights.

Yue Baisheng in the trial field seemed to have sensed the fierce eyes outside the field, and the hair on his body stood upside down inexplicably.

"Don't just stand there, we'll do what the Tiangong guys did. There are only 100 places for promotion. If they are all taken by others, we will all be eliminated!"

"Follow me, fight!"

Seeing that the Wuling people also rushed out.

No matter how stupid the students from other colleges were, they reacted.

All followed suit and formed square formations and rushed to the battlefield.

The already chaotic battlefield became even more noisy...