The valley is very large and the number of people is extremely large. Please add ||Book friend Xinqun 9494-7767 [] When Xiao Yuanchao fled, no one could stop him. The teams that locked him in the first place instantly fell into a scuffle, unable to distinguish between each other's battles.

Xiao Yuanchao, who fled, rushed directly from the east to the west of the valley in one breath, lying heavily in the pile of dead people, holding two Nepalese scimitars tightly.

But just as he lay down, a spike struck him fiercely from the side, straight to the heart.

Is this a dead body? No, it's a living person disguised as a dead corpse!

was attacked, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes widened angrily, his body suddenly tensed, and he forcibly used the strength of his two heels and the back of his head to lift his tense body up by more than ten centimeters.

"Whoosh!"

"Whew!"

The spikes stabbed into the flesh of Xiao Yuanchao's back with great ferocity, slashing all the way through, opening a deep blood groove.

The hot pain hit, Xiao Yuanchao gritted his teeth fiercely, and his body pressed heavily against the sneak attacker's hand holding the spikes. In an instant, Xiao Yuanchao rolled towards the other end of this hand, riding on the other party like lightning, raising the Nepalese scimitar in his hand, and his eyes burst out with an extremely hideous red fierce light.

"Don't!" The man below him made a frightened sound.

The sound is crisp, like the sound of a yellow oriole singing a kingfisher. At this moment, Xiao Yuanchao saw the attacker's face clearly: this was a young girl, although her face was covered with blood, she could vaguely see the pure beauty that made people's hearts flutter.

And the girl's words were also standard Mandarin, with a strong Beijing accent, as well as my pity for fear and pleading.

Xiao Yuanchao didn't hesitate, didn't even shake his eyes, and stabbed the girl in the chest.

Here, there is no distinction between men and women at all, only hostilities! Xiao Yuanchao would never show any mercy to a beautiful girl, because no matter how beautiful the other party was, he was an enemy who was enough to kill him.

Just when the Nepalese scimitar was about to stab the girl in the chest and mercilessly disembowel her, Xiao Yuanchao suddenly caught a glimmer of intrigue from the girl's eyes.

When he saw this conspiracy, he didn't have time to think about it at all, and immediately turned his body to the right side.

A slight gust of wind hit behind him, and the sharp pain that tore through his body was immediately transmitted to every pore of Xiao Yuanchao's body.

"Whew!"

A sharp knife pierced his back, piercing his left shoulder before piercing through, revealing the tip of the knife dripping with blood.

"Whew!! ……”

The body was hit hard, and Xiao Yuan raised his head and let out a painful howl. With the howl, his adrenaline spurted to the point where it had never been before, and the red fierceness in his eyes was almost like substance!

When this red light, which is absolutely not human, bursts into the girl's eyes, it brings her nothing but death and fear. Because she dared to swear that the person riding on her body was an unprecedented fierce god in heaven and earth, and in the face of the fierce god, she didn't even have a chance to kneel.

Because the fierce god can't look down on any kneeling at all, the fierce god only has killing in his eyes, no matter who you are, no matter what your identity is!

"Roar!!

Xiao Yuanchao, who was hit hard, let out a deafening roar, his left hand pinched the girl's neck, and the Nepalese scimitar in his right hand stabbed straight into the opponent's chest.

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

With the scimitar **** pulled out again, a stream of hot blood spurted out of the girl's chest, all of which pounced on Xiao Yuanchao's face. And when the blood reached Xiao Yuanchao's face, it seemed to be evaporated by the red flame burning on the surface of his body, making the color-eating light on his whole body even more vivid and dazzling.

"No !!"

Behind him, a man's heart-rending cry sounded, but it only sounded once, and then there was no sound.

Xiao Yuanchao turned around, raised his knife, and slashed.

"Whew!"

The thick, sharp, broad-headed Nepalese scimitar cuts off the man's body effortlessly.

"Nope! No! No! ……”

Cut in two, the man did not die. He crawled towards the girl's body with his hands as hard as he could, dragging the upper half of his body and dragging the internal organs that flowed from his disconnected waist.

Xiao Yuanchao shook the Nepalese scimitar in his hand and slashed at the man's head.

"Click!"

The hard skull showed dead wood, split in half under the broad blade of a Nepalese scimitar, flowing out of red and white mixed together, turning into pink brain.

After killing these two people, Xiao Yuanchao immediately carried a knife to mend all the corpses around him.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ……”

The dead man was stabbed again, and the blood no longer gushed out, and the color of the blood was dark red. This is a phenomenon in which the blood begins to coagulate after the body is cold, but there are also living people hidden inside. Before they could run, they were killed by Xiao Yuanchao.

It's a good idea to pretend to be dead in a pile of corpses, but it's not just one person who thinks of it, so many people think of it. One of those who use this method is the strong and the other is the weak.

The strong are fighting for the end in order to save the body, and the weak are waiting, waiting patiently, waiting for the best time to make a move.

In fact, there is no strict division between the strong and the weak here, if it has to be divided, it is the strong who can survive in the end, and the weak who die!

After mending the surrounding corpses, Xiao Yuanchao lay heavily in the pile of corpses, holding the Nepalese scimitar tightly, squinting his eyes and pretending to be dead there, staring at the battle in the valley that became more and more distinct.

In just ten minutes, the number of thousands had been halved at a jaw-dropping pace. Everywhere you look, there are corpses and blood all over the ground. The thick smell of blood mixed with the foul smell of incontinence after death constantly stimulates the brain center through the nostrils.

Under the strong visual impact of blood red all over the ground, under the ultimate fight of your death and bayonets, the feeling of vomiting was completely replaced by tyranny. At this moment, no matter what the people in the valley have done, how much morality and kindness, or justice, they are all degraded.

They have degenerated into beasts, losing all flashes of humanity, and the only thing that shows is the dark side of human nature: kill!

Either you die or I die, these are not people, but beasts, beasts, madmen!

The European and American beast groups are shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye, and they are not the only ones who are powerful, they are always consumed in the slaughter. The original hundreds of people have become dozens in an instant.

But they continued to fight like chariots until the Japanese group appeared before them.

In the face of the Japanese group, the European beast team instantly became lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They are strong, but definitely not the strongest.