Terror broadcast

The battle situation became very simple and direct. Hills and Monk were at the front, and all the rest of the audience were helping them on the flanks, trying their best to share some of the pressure.

Under the oppression of the Qin Army's military formation, these listeners finally learned what true cooperation is and what true team fighting is.

In the past, broadcasters also tried to form a story world in a team mode, but that was no longer the case. Therefore, what listeners are best at is actually tactics such as single combat or sneak attacks, so that they can truly form a team to face each other. Most of the audience is really not used to powerful opponents.

But, people are forced out.

Monk and Hills were like two sharp knives that pierced directly into the Qin army's formation. The last round of confrontation made it clear to the audience that as long as the Qin army's formation was not broken, it would be difficult for everyone to cause any real damage to these Qin army. threats and damage.

At this moment, the monk's Dharma appearance was solemn, and a Buddha body was directly transferred to him. He pressed down suddenly, and the majestic Buddha's power rolled in like a roaring river!

Hills opened his hands, and a gate to hell appeared behind him. A huge demon hand was summoned by him. Every time he summoned the demon, it was a big drain on Hills, but here At this time, only a moment of thunder can really pry open the turtle shell in front of you!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two huge explosions made the Qin army's formation tremble. The monk held a Buddhist bead and directly hit the Qin soldier holding a shield in front of him. Hills drew out both swords and stabbed him.

"Crack!"

The structure of the military formation was torn open at this time. The shield soldier in front of the two men first had his shield shattered, and then his whole body was torn into pieces.

The nearby Qin soldiers quickly moved closer in an attempt to fill the gap, but the monk, covered in golden light, squeezed through and used his Buddha's Light body to block the surrounding Qin soldiers. It was not easy to break the gap. Once the military formation recovers, the previous efforts will be completely in vain.

Hills's swords broke at this moment, but he did not hesitate to use his own essence and blood to turn into sword energy and stab the front fiercely. The Qin soldiers who were originally putting pressure on the monk were stabbed in pieces.

The previously unmoving Qin army's formation finally came to a standstill under the onslaught of the monks and Hills at all costs. A group of nearby listeners rushed over like wolves and tigers, like resentful women who had been in a boudoir for a long time.

In fact, the Qin soldiers' individual combat capabilities are not strong, because their personal strength cannot be compared with the audience who are superior in strength and means. Therefore, when the military formation cannot continue to operate, the superior strength of the audience is finally revealed. out.

The pace of killing also accelerated, but this time it was a bit like a one-sided massacre.

On the other side, the Qin Army's cavalry team also turned around and launched a second charge, hoping to use this method to cover the formation and reorganize it. At this time, many formation enhancers represented by Fatty Applying the formation together, the fat man began to emit red smoke at this time, because at this moment he was blessed by several formation masters around him.

At this moment, the fat man had the illusion that he was so great that he could shine through the sky, the earth, and the air. He pointed a finger in the sky, as if he was punishing him on behalf of the sky. For a moment, thunder rolled down from the sky and fell directly.

Thick red thunderbolts as thick as telegraph poles kept falling down. Not only did the Qin army's cavalry suffer heavy losses in this round of bombing, they also lost the power of the attack and were directly disrupted by the bombing.

The fat man worked hard, taking advantage of the qi energy of the surrounding array masters still blessing him, and based on the idea that I wanted to have enough pleasure at once, he directly started his own "one qi transforming three clears\

,"For a moment, above the sky, a phantom of a Taoist master appeared, but the face of this phantom was that of a fat man. The original immortal spirit and extraordinary aura were greatly reduced after seeing this face.

"Destroy!"

Dao Zun's phantom finger pressed down,

Mysterious energy spread out in all directions, and all the horses under Qin Bing's crotch were in a stagnant state. Some even fell apart directly, and the demon soul and body were completely separated.

"Fuck, it feels so good!"

The fat man roared, but his handsomeness lasted only three seconds. Several formation mages were already overwhelmed and fell to the ground. The fat man himself seemed to have been drained and his body hit the ground heavily.

Most of the Qin army's cavalry were destroyed, and the military formations were also dissected. The battle situation has become very clear. What is left is nothing more than fighting, the most primitive fighting.

The audience's magical weapons and various bloodlines played a huge role at this time. Some people turned into a phantom of the light magic god to bless all nearby listeners, and some released a curse breath to curse these Qin soldiers. Widespread nerfs.

Buddha's hatchet has long been soaked in blood, and he himself has long been killing like crazy. This is no longer a battle, but more like an endurance competition game.

Everything can be said by instinct at this time.

The two Western fighting spirit intensifiers almost burned their own fighting spirit to bombard the Qin soldiers non-stop. They were only responsible for defeating the opponent's resistance. There were assassins, witches and other strengthened listeners below who were responsible for harvesting lives.

The battlefield is the best place to learn, and fighting is also the best way to get along. The boring and long stalemate also makes the cooperation between the audience more tacit. Each of them knows that this kind of tacit understanding is hard-won to cultivate, and it will be very difficult in the future. We may have to rely on this tacit understanding to survive in another world, so no one has to hide their secrets, and there is no need to hide their secrets. Everyone has almost become teammates in the trenches now.

This group of Qin troops finally collapsed at this time, but they did not retreat. Even if they were just NPCs simulated by the broadcast, according to the broadcast's understanding of the Qin soldiers, it knew that no matter what situation the Qin soldiers were in, they would not be able to retreat. There will be a rout, so neither will these NPCs.

But what is helpless is that even though they fought hard to the end one by one, without the blessing of the military formation, they turned into fragile lambs once they were alone. Their lives were constantly being harvested, and the war situation was finally pushed to the end, just like It was a passionate band performance, and the final long note began to play.

Hills's sword pierced through the Qin army commander in front of him who was wearing general's armor. The other man's eyes seemed to show a look of relief, and Hills was the same. After the sword was thrust out, he also knelt on one knee. On the ground, he was gasping for air, with golden blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. His body was trembling uncontrollably, and there were spasms, and the demon he had summoned earlier seemed to be roaring angrily, because Hills The failure to deliver the promised sacrifice in time was also because Hills was almost drained and could no longer offer it.

This battle damaged his vitality, and the injury was too severe. He had never spent such a long time fighting before, even in the previous PK with Su Bailai at the Proof of Dao, in fact, the The time is also very short, and both parties are pursuing quick results.

There were already cracks in the monk's golden body. After finally beating up a Qin soldier, he fell to his knees on the ground. The golden body immediately dispersed and blood began to overflow from his body, which looked very tragic.

After the demonic flames on Buddha's body burst out for the last time and incinerated the two Qin soldiers in front of him, he also fell to the ground. The hatchet was thrown on the ground and he was no longer able to pick it up.

When the last Qin soldier was killed by a Dou Qi enhancer, all the audience members knelt on the ground in a messy battlefield. They overdrawn their spirit and strength, and some even overdrawn themselves. own bloodline.

But no one died, and I don't know if it was intentional on the radio, but because they really cooperated and tried their best. Maybe it was both.

Injuries need time to recover, and overdrafted strength needs time to fill up. However, even after this wave ended, the broadcast did not announce the end of the mission. From the current perspective, it seems that there is still another round of offensive.

Everyone is licking their wounds, feeling lingering fears about the previous battle while calming down their emotions to prepare for the next wave that may come later.

The fat man's face was pressed against the ground, and smelly blood flowed from time to time. He forced himself to half kneel, moved a few meters, and then knelt down again.

At this time, someone handed me a cigarette.

The fat man opened his mouth and said, "I'm exhausted."

The other party put the cigarette into the fat man's mouth, and then used a lighter to help the fat man light it.

The fat man took two puffs of cigarette and puffed out smoke rings from his nostrils.

"Huhu..."

Finally, he has calmed down a little bit. Fatty really wants to find a bed and have a good sleep, or go to a club to have a bubble bath.

Putting aside the various thoughts in his mind, the fat man turned his head with difficulty and looked at the person who had just handed him a cigarette.

The other party's clothes were neat and tidy, and he looked calm and composed, which was in sharp contrast to all the audience members who were almost completely alone. Hills also looked over, as did the monk and Buddha, and many other audience members also turned to him. There were doubtful looks. Everyone was as tired as a dog after working hard, and suddenly an outsider appeared. This feeling was like a new student suddenly appeared in the class after military training.

"Dabai, where have you been..." Fatty asked feebly, "Did the broadcast arrange for you to practice with your opponent alone? Damn it, I feel exhausted now, the fight just now was too fierce."

In Fatty's view, Su Bai should have been arranged to go to a more dangerous place, and it should be more difficult than the situation he and others were in. However, Su Bai's current complexion looked a bit different.

"I met my dad on the road and chatted with him for a while." Su Bai replied casually.

"..." Fatty.