A Race to (Be) The Top

Ling Xiaolu gritted his teeth, resolutely not to be fooled by Dou Kou's offer.

More and more people gathered in the valley, almost blocking the air, not to mention Zhenjiu, even the world boss is more than enough, look at this battle, these people are determined to kill Zhenjiu in the valley today.

Dou Kou saw something wrong, and asked the people around him in a low voice: "Isn't it only the family members, why are there outsiders?"

Follower: "Patriarch, the news has leaked out, and now the whole server knows that we are besieging Zhenjiu, and they all want to fish in troubled waters."

There are rewards for killing black names, and the higher the murderous value of black names, the richer the rewards. Knowing that this time the poisonous dove will definitely die, who would not want to gamble on their luck.

"Do you want to fight the people in Dou Niwan? If you don't want to fight, we will do it!"

The crowd echoed.

"These people are greedy for money, and their father is not dead yet, so they are in a hurry to divide the family property." Dou Kou saw that more and more people gathered, and was afraid that the situation would get out of control, so he wanted to solve it quickly, "I can't wait any longer, so as not to cause complications, this I must win the boss point!"

"Little friend," he said loudly, "I advise you to turn your back on the light as soon as possible. There are so many people here, I will feel sorry for accidentally hurting you."

Zhenjiu actually agreed with his words: "Go offline, be obedient."

Ling Xiaolu was persistent and refused to move, and instead persuaded Zhenjiu: "I won't go, you go offline, they won't be able to kill you!"

"Hahaha," Dou Kou laughed, "Let Zhenjiu escape in front of so many people, I'm afraid he won't be able to lose this person!"

Ling Xiaolu was in a hurry: "You clearly said that on purpose, to cut off people's backs!"

Dou Kou actually admitted shamelessly: "Little friend, it's good that you know."

"I won't leave, and I won't leave even if I die. These people are bullying too much!" Ling Xiaolu opened his arms and stood in front of Zhenjiu, "Father Kou, you forgot who helped escort the goddess into the city, like People like you who cross rivers and tear down bridges will never be favored in your life!"

Dou Kou's face darkened: "Do it, try not to hurt the children."

One sentence put the followers in a difficult situation, Ling Xiaolu stood in front, how to bypass him and precisely attack only those behind him was very difficult.

But people outside of Dou Niwan do not have this kind of mental burden. They have been eager to try for a long time, and the first thing to suffer is not the wooden house, but the farmland next to it.

"Zhenjiu, you have been rampant for too long, today is your death day!"

"Remember that you killed me last year? I'll let you taste what it's like to be killed!"

"Dou Niwan can do it, so can I!"

"The big devil will go to jail for live streaming from now on, I swear I will be the first to tip!"

"See these locusts? What happens to them is what happens to you!"

The gray-clothed man who was killing monsters in the field suffered disaster because of this.

Dou Kou also noticed the other side because of this, and frowned: "Where are the locusts coming from, drive them away, it's really in the way!"

Everyone was not polite to the locusts, and all kinds of skills went to greet them, and suddenly a black shadow shuttled left and right in the crowd, and everyone only heard the swishing wind brought by the black shadow, followed by people kneeling down one after another.

Ling Xiaolu also belatedly realized that Zhenjiu was no longer behind him, but the next second he came back, with a chilling aura, which made people shudder in the bleak autumn wind.

"Since you say this is my territory, as long as I am still alive, no one is allowed to do anything to the people on my territory."

His aura intimidated many people, and the people nearby subconsciously retreated. They could be dealt with by coaxing them, but no one dared to be the first to attack.

"Clan, patriarch, why don't you first..." The servant swallowed nervously.

"They're all rubbish!" Dou Kou flashed his spear angrily, "Suddenly my soul throbbed..."

"He's going to read poetry!" Dou Kou's skill command left a deep impression on Ling Xiaolu.

Zhenjiu hides in the crowd of crows, swarms of crows circling and colliding, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, people keep falling from the sky, kneeling down on the ground, turning into ghosts.

Dou Kou stared at the route where the crows gathered: "...was startled and sighed!"

A series of giant ground thorns protruded from the ground under his feet, and they went straight to the position of Zhenjiu, one higher than the other, and finally scattered the crows, and Zhenjiu fell back to the original place again, shaking his body. shaken.

"Are you injured?" Ling Xiaolu asked anxiously.

"He has been hit by my skills. Not only will his life recovery be slowed down, but the damage he will receive will double. Please advise him not to struggle!" Dou Kou shouted.

Dou Kou's success gave everyone courage, and for a while the location where the two were located became the target of the fire.

Dou Kou was also anxious: "Don't hurt the kid!"

But attacks are faster than words. Praying mantises with sharp scythes, roaring lions, ice cones and fireballs, all kinds of babies and skills with names but not names come at the same time, waiting to turn Ling Xiaolu into a dead soul in seconds.

Hum—a shell of golden light enveloped him, blocking all damage at the same time.

Ling Xiaolu stretched out his hand and touched the inner wall of Shishi.

"Is it the shield you put on me?" He hurriedly asked Zhenjiu.

"Don't come out."

"They're here to kill you, leave me alone!" Ling Xiaolu was in a hurry, there was probably only one such a perfect shield, what would happen if he was given a jinjiu?

On the other hand, Dou Kou breathed a sigh of relief. Ling Xiaolu was given the life-saving skill of Zhenjiu, and he had to wait for death.

"Give it to me!" he ordered.

The members of the Dou Niwan clan shot without any hesitation, and the special effects were all over the sky, dazzling the eyes.

Ling Xiaolu patted the inner wall of the eggshell vigorously, only to find that it looked transparent, but it couldn't be broken at all. There was a hail of bullets outside, but he was not injured at all.

"Linglong! Linglong, are you there?! I need help!" He didn't respond to his anxious call, and only then did he realize that Linglong could exist where there are jinjiu.

That box of poisonous doves turned into a tornado, rolling up fallen leaves all over the sky, all the skills sent out were thrown into emptiness, and no enemy troops were left behind where the wind passed.His crows gathered again, and under the cover of fallen leaves, pierced the armor of the enemy with their sharp beaks. The crow's cry was like a death cry, and everyone who heard it was terrified.

"He won't last long!" Dou Kou saw that everyone was about to retreat, so he hurriedly stabilized the morale of the army, "When all his skills are exhausted, he will only be slaughtered!"

This sentence boosted morale, and everyone activated life-saving skills one after another, seized the time to replenish blood, and strived to last a moment.

Trapped in the shield, Ling Xiaolu watched Zhenjiu in danger, but couldn't go out to help.He patted the inner layer helplessly, trying to break it, but the shield was as solid as a rock, and it couldn't be broken no matter from the inside or the outside.

Li Zheng was not there, and neither was Ji Meng. He refreshed the friend panel over and over again, hoping that someone would suddenly go online and save Zhenjiu from desperation.

Ding--

Perhaps God heard his prayer, Ji Meng's name was highlighted on the panel, and Ling Xiaolu seemed to have met a savior.

Ruby: You're finally here! !

Ji Meng was taken aback.

Ji Meng: What?who bullied you!

Ruby: Don't ask!Come here! ! !

Without saying a word, Ji Meng used the friend teleportation function to teleport to Ling Xiaolu, and was frightened by the majestic battlefield unpreparedly.

"Is there a world boss?" Ji Meng asked immediately.

Zhenjiu, who is most like a boss here, has been forced to use his ultimate skill. He stands in the air, stepping on a whirlwind under his feet, with crow wings several meters long stretched behind his back, each metal feather is as hard as steel, and as thin as a cicada's wing.

This amazing winged Ling Xiaolu was only seen that night under the moon, and he never forgets it in his photographic memory.At this moment, the feathers on the crow's wings have been thrown out one by one like a hidden weapon, and the end of the wings has a skeleton made of metal.

Every time a feather is shot out, an enemy is terminated, but Ling Xiaolu feels the passing of Jinjiu's life from this fierce murderous aura that despises everything.

"Go and help!" Ling Xiaolu shouted at Ji Meng through the eggshell.

Without further ado, Ji Meng drew out his giant sword: "Who are you hitting?"

He looked up and found Zhenjiu: "Him?"

"No!" Ling Xiaolu was so anxious that he was almost speechless, "Yes, yes... everyone except him!"

Ji Meng stared at Ling Xiaolu in disbelief, as if to say, "You are teasing me".But before Ling Xiaolu could say the second sentence, he charged into the crowd with a giant sword surrounded by lightning.

Everyone was focusing on dealing with Jinjiu, but no one noticed that Cheng Yaojin appeared suddenly. Ji Meng killed everyone by surprise, and the formation was quickly dispersed. Under Zhenjiu's feathers, the fighters with high defense also suffered under Zhenjiu's sword, and they were constantly shocked by electric shocks, causing their bodies to become stiff.

Dou Kou didn't expect that there would be an appointment to make trouble, and after seeing the ID, he blurted out: "Ji Meng? Why are you everywhere?"

Ji Meng struck down with a chain of lightning: "I also want to ask this question!"

Seeing that Zhenjiu was at the end of its battle, Dou Kou turned his spear and turned around to attack Ji Meng.

Zhenjiu flung out more and more feathers, and everyone saw that his life was at stake. The people behind stepped on the tombstones of the people in front and rushed forward, everyone scrambling for the last blow.

Ling Xiaolu jumped anxiously, while Ji Meng and Dou Kou were fighting fiercely over there.

"When the body is dead, the gods use the spirit, and the soul is determined to be a ghost!"

"Thunder and lightning!"

"Grand Mo Xiao, drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times!"

"Destroy lightning!"

"Thirty years of fame and dust and soil, eight thousand miles of cloud and moon!"

"Ole Ole Ole!"

Someone fell, but he didn't die under Zhenjiu's flying feathers.Ling Xiaolu rubbed his eyes, confirming that their alliance was still on the field.

The gray-clothed people from the Dajin Studio joined the battlefield at some point. They worked hard to fight against the attackers. Unfortunately, the equipment was not on the same level as others, and they were often added as cannon fodder after only a few hits. .

But they were very persistent in resurrecting and fighting again, and no one had the slightest intention of retreating.Ling Xiaolu remembered that they had a money deal with Ji Meng, and they joined the war to protect their employer.

But such a drop in the bucket is not enough to save Zhenjiu whose life is endangered. His steel feathers and exposed black skeleton, with a sense of decadent beauty, plunged into Ling Xiaolu's heart fiercely.

"Zhenjiu!" he roared hoarsely.

With Zhenjiu as the center, a devastating explosion burst out, and the heat wave generated by the explosion spread rapidly in all directions. The people nearby were mercilessly pushed away by the shock wave, and when they flew out, they hit the people behind. , People were blinded by obstacles, only the sound of wailing and moaning could be heard endlessly.

Zhenjiu fell heavily from the sky, and once again raised flying sand all over the sky.When everything turned to ashes, dust turned to dust, the valley returned to silence, and people regained their vision. The great demon king who once looked down on everyone knelt down in front of the young man, his withered wings curled up behind him, and the paint was like blackened bones.

The boy was covered with a golden shield, and he was the only one who was unscathed in the cruel battle.He bit his lower lip tightly, the corners of his lips trembling, and looked up at the ghost in front of him with eyes full of unwillingness and indignation.

An unknown soldier looked at the system notification incredulously, then at his luggage, and made a hesitant sound.

"Is it me? I killed Zhenjiu? Zhenjiu is dead? The Great Demon King is dead?"

The silent valley was instantly ignited, and the cheers shook the heavens and the earth.

"The Great Demon King is dead! The Great Demon King is dead!"

The maple leaves rolled up by the storm fluttered down, like fireworks celebrating victory, and like funeral coins soaked in blood.

Only a very small number of people were isolated from this carnival, Ji Meng put down the huge sword in his hand heavily, and gave Dou Kou a warning look.

Dou Kou, as the winner of this game, raised his jaw high and arrogantly greeted the challenge from the loser.

The men in gray left silently, just like when they came, without a sound and without a trace.

The shield left by Zhenjiu to Ling Xiaolu exhausted the last light and went out in the daytime.

This is not the first time Ling Xiaolu faced death in the game, but it was the most unbearable one for him.

He bit his lower lip painfully, his eyes were red, but he still endured it, since he never chose to go offline to escape in the face of thousands of troops, then he shouldn't cry after his death.

Come proudly, leave proudly, and bid farewell proudly.

The appearance of Ling Xiaolu holding back tears all fell into Zhenjiu's eyes.

The ghost raised his translucent hand, and rubbed it affectionately on the top of the boy's head. There was no last word, and there was only one tombstone left here.

Only the crow hovered over the valley, wailing desolately and refusing to leave for a long time.