Terror broadcast

"Clang!"

The general came forward with his sword, extremely swift and fierce, with a terrifying fierceness;

Su Bai had been going around in circles without having too direct contact with the other party. Since Broadcasting chose such an opponent as the first opponent in his punishing story world, he was obviously hesitant, or in other words, Broadcasting was actually waiting.

Although he didn't know why, at least Su Bai knew that the broadcaster was a little nervous and uneasy like himself. There was no need to know the reason, because the reason might not be with him at all. Therefore, Su Bai also made a favor, Since the broadcaster wanted to wait to see the final result of the situation, he would delay a little longer and wait slowly together.

It's just that this opponent seems to be missing a muscle and keeps launching attacks against him. He can't take it too seriously. If he beats this guy to death and forces the broadcaster to show a second, more powerful opponent, then It's really not necessary.

Because of this, Su Bai gradually developed some injuries, but Su Bai didn't pay too much attention to it.

The figure retreated again, and the opponent's attack was dodged by him again. Su Bai reached out and gently touched the wound on his arm. The wound healed quickly, leaving no trace.

The general in front of him rushed over again. He was just a puppet, a tireless puppet;

There was no audience in the empty stands around, but it also created a depressing atmosphere.

The battle seemed a bit boring, and luckily there were no spectators around, otherwise they would have booed Su Bai's fighting style of wandering around without attacking.

"Buzz!"

The general's sword stabbed diagonally again. This time, Su Bai did not completely retreat but took a step sideways. Pressing down with one hand, he directly grabbed the opponent's iron sword. Then he rushed forward and hit his shoulder hard. on the other party.

The general was knocked out, and his iron sword fell into Su Bai's hand. Su Bai danced several sword flowers with the iron sword and looked at him coldly.

Sure enough, the general rushed over again. He had no reason, no sanity, no fear, and no feeling. He was like a single program that executed orders and only knew what to do.

Su Bai thought of the body skills that Hills had demonstrated in front of him in the place of enlightenment. He held his sword back and forth to block the opponent's fist attacks, and then relied on his own strength to strike back at the right time. The general once He was whipped out by Su Bai for the first time, and then he quickly got up again and charged again.

This made Su Bai feel a little tired and bored, but he still suppressed his urge to kill this guy with one sword. Su Bai was not afraid of death, but wanted to make his death more valuable. His second brother Zeng He told himself that he missed his parents underground, so Su Bai was happy to take Su Yuhang and his wife to the underground for a family reunion.

The general is still persevering, but although he is very strong, compared with the body of a boss like Su Bai who is almost a bug, he obviously does not pose much of a threat, and his injuries are also being dealt with by Su Bai again and again. began to slowly decline.

Just when Su Bai began to feel a little tired from this perseverance duel, figures suddenly appeared in the originally empty stands around him.

Originally, Su Bai thought the broadcast was boring, so he set up some audience backgrounds to liven up the atmosphere, but soon, Su Bai discovered that there was something special about these audiences.

Those with missing arms and legs, or even heads, were standing there wearing worn-out armors and holding broken weapons, and their number was constantly increasing. Soon, except for the two at the highest position of the main stand, Except for the throne that was still empty, the rest of the seats in the stands had been filled, and Su Bai also roughly guessed their identities from some people whose armors and even hair buns were relatively well preserved.

These onlookers are all Qin soldiers.

Then, the person he is fighting with now should be a Qin general.

Su Bai didn't know what the purpose of Broadcasting's trick was, was it just to disgust himself?

It seems that it is really not disgusting. Even if he knows that the person in front of him is the Qin general, even if he knows that the densely packed stands around him are all Qin soldiers who died in fighting against the broadcast. For him, Su Bai, it is really... No impact at all.

He didn't feel guilty, nor did he feel any debt at all. Of course, Su Bai still had some admiration for the Qin soldiers of that generation, but admiration couldn't be eaten.

General Qin lowered his hands and bent his body slightly. In the battle with Su Bai just now, he exhausted all his energy. However, Su Bai never had a serious counterattack, so he was not dead yet. Although his injuries were more serious, he was still capable of fighting. .

Su Bai looked at him, and his eyes looked at Su Bai through the hanging bun. The two people's eyes met, without any sparks.

He was a clone, Su Bai knew very well in his heart. Although the broadcast clone had a thinking mode that was not inferior to that of the main body, Su Bai had seen clones of his own monk, fat man, bloody corpse, etc. before, and they were actually the same as those of the main body. There is no difference between me and the one in front of me, but the one in front of me is obviously special, including the Qin soldiers in the stands around me.

They died in the final madness more than two thousand years ago, and what was cloned by the broadcast was their spiritual will and physical body at the moment of their death.

They do not have the ability to think. To be precise, they are actually a group of lunatics who fell into a state of final hysteria.

General Qin adjusted his body and then rushed over again. This time, his speed was nearly twice as slow as at the beginning. Su Bai stood still and when he came over, he turned around and knocked him over. He fell to the ground, and then the iron sword was pierced by Su Bai into the left side of the opponent's abdomen, nailing him completely to the arena.

General Qin grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and tried desperately to pull it out. He wanted to continue fighting, he wanted to continue fighting, but the iron sword had Su Bai's strength instilled in it. General Qin, who had not much strength left, could only It's just a useless struggle.

After all, Su Bai is not a fat man or a monk. They can completely create a formation to trap this guy, but Su Bai will have to squeeze him to exhaustion before he can "settle" this guy down.

Now is not the time to kill him.

This is a punitive story world, but the broadcast obviously does not intend to kill him directly, which gives Su Bai a lot of room for imagination. He wants to live, not for himself, nor for the little guy. He wants to live to see Su Bai. The day the Yuhangs fell off their broadcasting chairs.

"Jiujiu, Lao Qin, fight against the national calamity together!

There will be no truce until the blood is shed dry! "

The Great Qin war song began to be heard from the surrounding stands. Once upon a time, countless Qin soldiers sang this war song to face groups of audiences.

But now, this war song is sounded again, but it is full of ironic sadness.

They were already dead, but they were cloned by the radio and used as entertainment toys. For the first time, Su Bai felt disgusted with the so-called fun of the radio.

"Jiujiu and Lao Qin... go together..."

General Qin, who was pinned by Su Bai with the end of his sword, raised his head and hit the end of the sword as if he couldn't bear the humiliation.

"puff……"

There was a sound of flesh and blood being cut apart,

The Qin general's head flew away from his body.

he died.

His death surprised Su Bai. Originally, Su Bai didn't mean to humiliate him at all, but Su Bai's behavior and the fact that he was whipped away by Su Bai again and again made his mind go into knots. in.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

This made Su Bai feel helpless and didn't know what to say. At that moment, the general's body began to evaporate slowly, and the iron sword also began to disintegrate.

The fence that had fallen down over there slowly rose up again at this time, and the fence on the west side that had not moved before was also raised at this time.

under,

Is it two against one?

Su Bai thought to himself.

“Main mission one, kill the other two duelists;

Main Mission 2 will be released after Main Mission 1 is completed.”

Su Bai received such a task.

At the same time, a person walked out from the shadows behind the other two fences. A person was huge and had a lot of fat. He looked like a mountain of meat.

The other has a muscular build, similar to that of a bodybuilder.

When they walked out of the shadows, Su Bai suddenly realized,

Right,

This is in line with the idea of ​​broadcasting fun.

So, isn't it going to wait any longer? Or have you already determined the outcome?

Su Bai looked at the two empty thrones on the high platform in the distance. At this time, an incense appeared in front of the throne. The incense was burning. This should be a time limit.

On the other side, Fatty and Buddha walked out slowly, both with a little bitter smile on their faces. In the past, broadcasting a story world, even a punitive story world, would be more or less shameless, but this time, really What's wrong is that some are done too thoroughly.

"Damn it, are you looking down on me, Fat Master? The broadcaster is sure that I can't defeat you Dabai alone? Do you have to recruit a Buddha to be my partner? Dabai, my task here is to burn incense with Buddha together. Kill you within the time, and then we can get any enhancement from you.

Hahaha, you are treating me like a blood corpse. You are so thorough in using waste. "

The fat man laughed as he spoke, but he couldn't laugh anymore. He took out a talisman in his hand, but hesitated for a long time, looked at the incense, and then threw the talisman directly. On the ground, he stretched out his feet and stepped on them, and said a little lowly:

"Dabai, it's not that I'm a coward, but I really don't see any hope of winning..."

The fat man raised his head again, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at Su Bai, then at Buddha, and asked:

"Shall we fight?"