Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

The scene fell into silence for a while.

But right now.

"Feifei! Why did you fly away, Feifei?"

Zhao Hao kept yelling because he lost his target.

He yelled several times, as anxious as watching a movie at a critical moment, and then the phone suddenly died, like a headless chicken.

Fang Xiu immediately lifted the illusion.

Zhao Hao regained clarity in an instant.

And then...then he died.

Because he found that everyone was staring at him with extremely strange eyes, to be precise, at his tent.

Zhao Hao stayed in place for one second, two seconds, three seconds...

"what!!"

He suddenly let out a miserable cry, and then ran away clutching the bell.

"Brother Hugh missed me!!"

Of course, he didn't run too far, obviously he was still a little sane, knowing that he couldn't get away from the main force, so he went to squat in the corner by himself.

Everyone: "........."

After a while, the fat man came over.

"Brother Xiu, Nightmare has escaped, what should we do now? Go back to the investigation bureau first?"

Before Fang Xiu could answer, a roar full of anger suddenly sounded in the sky.

"Don't even think about leaving! How dare you humiliate me like this! You should all be damned!"

Nightmare's angry voice resounded throughout the audience, but only his voice was heard but no one was seen. It was obvious that he was very scrupulous about Zhao Hao.

The nightmare at this time obviously wanted to kill people to silence it. The most humiliating... the second humiliating scene in its life just now was seen by so many people. It had to kill everyone to get rid of this humiliation.

The most embarrassing scene was in the mental hospital, when he had an in-depth exchange with Zhao Hao.

That time was an indelible nightmare for a lifetime of nightmares.

After the nightmare roared, boom!

Rumble!

The ground trembled slightly.

Everyone was shocked.

"What's the situation?! Is it going to be an earthquake?"

"It's not an earthquake! It's...footsteps!"

"What! Are you sure you heard it right? Footsteps that can shake the ground? How is this possible?"

"He didn't hear wrongly, we have been surrounded by trick slaves." Fang Xiu's calm voice sounded.

At this time, I saw a black mass of people not far away, like a zombie besieging the city, rushing toward everyone like a tide.

These people are trick slaves!

They are all ordinary people who died of fear before.

Seeing this scene, everyone was in despair.

There are millions of people in Luteng City, how many people died in this nightmare incident?

One hundred thousand? 50?Or 100?

No one knows, but that is definitely a very scary number.

After these ordinary people became slaves, although their strength and speed have greatly increased, and they are not afraid of death, but the people present are all spirit masters, so they are not afraid.

But the bad thing is that there are too many people, so many people can drown everyone with a mouthful of saliva.

The spirituality of the Imperial Spirit Master is limited. When tens of thousands of cunning slaves charge, let alone them, even Yang Ming and Bai Qi will die of exhaustion when they come.

"Everyone go to the room!"

When everyone was desperate, Fang Xiu gave the order.

Only then did they react one after another, and jumped onto the roofs around them like crazy.

Anyone who has played the game knows that when fighting zombies, you can't fight hard, you must use the terrain to occupy the commanding heights.

A few seconds after everyone jumped onto the roof, the cunning slaves had already poured in like a tide. Almost in the blink of an eye, the open space was crowded with densely packed cunning slaves.

They roared wildly, and desperately climbed up the room.

The sly slaves have no wisdom, they only know how to rush around, which also led to the stampede. The sly slaves who charged first were directly squeezed to the ground, and the sly slaves behind stepped on their bodies and climbed up.

This time, without waiting for Fang Xiu's order, everyone attacked wildly one by one. After all, no one wanted to die.

Boom boom boom!

Shen Lingxue turned into a goddess of fire, constantly bombarding fireballs, each ball of fireballs was like a high-explosive bomb, capable of engulfing dozens of slaves.

Fatty took advantage of having more blood, and kept teleporting with the bronze candlestick. Whenever a place was about to be captured by the sly slaves, he would go on top and use the candlelight to drive away the sly slaves.

The other spirit masters also showed their special abilities one after another, and no one dared to be stingy with their spirituality. After all, spirituality can be recovered if it is lost, and everything is lost if it is lost.

Faced with Nightmare's crowd tactics, Fang Xiu has not been idle. Now is not the time for him to preserve his strength.

Because this time is desperate.

This is a desperate situation that cannot be changed even by a death rollback.

There is no conspiracy, no fancy ability, just the purest crowd tactics.

No matter how many times he retraces, as long as he faces the nightmare, he will not be able to get around this hurdle.

As for choosing to avoid and not fight, it is even more self-defeating.

It's just that the Nightmare's Paradox has just taken shape and has such strength. Once he completely digests the entire Luteng City, there will be no chance of a comeback.

So now, the only option is to fight to the death!

He controlled the hair treacherously, the long silver hair continued to grow, and in the blink of an eye, it covered the sky and covered the sky densely.

Those silver hairs were like pear blossom needles in a rainstorm, crazily piercing through the body of the tricky slave.

With this blow, Fang Xiu directly killed hundreds of cunning slaves in an instant, and the efficiency was very high.

"Ah! Suffer!"

Suddenly, Zhao Hao, who had been stooping all the time, suddenly let out a roar, he stood up straight, and jumped directly into the sea of ​​deceitful slaves.

He is also a daring man of high skill, attacking crazily in the group of cunning slaves, every punch and every kick can blow up several cunning slaves, he is completely a walking meat grinder.

Countless broken limbs splashed from all around him.

It can be seen that Zhao Hao was venting, mainly because he was too embarrassing and socially dead just now, which made him full of anger and had no place to vent.

Looking for Brother Hugh?Although Brother Hugh was not authentic, he used this method to save himself after all.

Looking for onlookers?They didn't say anything, and they didn't laugh at it. There was really no reason to do it.

Zhao Hao, who was aggrieved for a long time, saw tens of thousands of treacherous slaves, and finally had a channel to vent.

Relying on the strong confidence of the duck king's transformation, he doesn't need to guard the roof like others, and can take the initiative to attack.

Under the powerful offensive of the crowd, the crafty slaves actually retreated steadily. For a few periods of time, there was even a vacuum in the courtyard.

But the victory is only the appearance, and the decline is hidden under the appearance.

Half an hour later, everyone's spirituality was about to bottom out, and the entire courtyard had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Everyone couldn't remember how many cunning slaves they had killed, ten thousand?Twenty thousand?Or eighty thousand?

But even after killing so many cunning slaves, the follow-up cunning slaves are still out of sight, and the number is desperately large.

Even Zhao Hao, who was extremely brave before, couldn't stand it anymore.

A flash of white light flashed, Zhao Hao changed back to his previous dick-like appearance, and a group of treacherous slaves roared and rushed towards him.

Zhao Hao turned pale with shock, and launched another big move: "Brother Xiu, save me!"

Swish!

A strand of silver hair fell from the sky, wrapped around his waist, and dragged him up to the roof.

After finishing all this, Fang Xiu silently retracted his silver hair. At this time, his silver hair was no longer as shiny as before. It was stained with blood, and the silver color had turned into blood.

"Fang team, do we have a future?" A tired spirit master with despair in his eyes couldn't help asking.

At this time, the blood moon hung high, and more than a dozen blood-soaked spirit masters stood guard on the roof, and their shadows were stretched very long by the blood light.

And under their feet, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, as well as a dense army of treacherous slaves that can't be seen at a glance.

Despair drowned in everyone's heart like a tide.