The enemy has thirty seconds left to reach the battlefield!

If it was still in the inn just now, this battle might not have been so noticeable.

But the inn has been destroyed, and the battle point has been moved to the streets, which have already been witnessed by countless people.

Naturally, such a big news is impossible for journalist friends to miss.

In fact, thirty seconds is an exaggeration.

Because, now there are a few people rushing over with their cameras in their hands!

"Oh, is it a battle for top players?!" A reporter yelled excitedly.

"You!" Behind him, another reporter kicked him in the air and said viciously, "A mere mortal dares to steal news from someone like me who has played games?!" ”

Suddenly, the scene was filmed by other reporters with the caption, 'Shocked, bad reporters violently drive away their peers!' Does this herald a new trend in journalism? ’

The abnormal movement in the vicinity, Long Aotian has already noticed.

But he believes that Hua Shanyue Buqun, who retreated first, will be able to handle it.

However, how could Hua Shanyue Buqun handle such a thing?

Before he was cultivated to ward off evil spirits, he was just an ordinary person.

Seeing the reporter appear, he was excited, put on an unfathomable pose, and watched the battle between Long Aotian and Nangong Huang with a solemn and deep face.

Nangong Huang looked nervous, he felt the danger of death.

The flying sword broke through the air, and in an instant, it came to the front of him.

The pupils of Nangong Huang's eyes contracted suddenly.

Even the gray flames burning on his body were suppressed by some kind of force, and it was difficult to maintain, barely maintained.

"Impossible!" Roaring angrily, Nangong Huang punched out, but he couldn't stop the flying sword, the tip of the sword collided with the fist, and suddenly the sparks exploded, and blood splattered.

Nangong Huang's fist was directly cut by the flying sword, and it didn't stop until his wrist.

Long Aotian's eyes froze, "Is there really still a gap?" Wouldn't even the ethereal sword technique allow me to break through this barrier easily? ”

"You're not as good as me at all, how is it possible, how is it possible?!" Nangong Huang roared and rushed up, the wound he had been cut by the flying sword was healing rapidly, and at the same time, his other hand also swung out a fist, containing powerful power, as long as it hit, it could bring a terrifying injury to Long Aotian!

Rumble!!

Speed and power, even the air has to be applauded!

"Humph!" Long Aotian snorted coldly, and the sword momentum changed, "Sword two, empty!" ”

The two swords appeared out of thin air and overlapped in front of him, Nangong Huang's punch arrived, but it was blocked by the double swords, and Long Aotian flew back with his strength.

"Sword three, fly!"

Another sword flew out, and Nangong Huang reluctantly raised the hand that had been injured before, but had almost recovered now, and blocked the sword.

But this hand was also injured again, if it weren't for the fact that the basic strength was higher than Long Aotian, he might not even be able to block it, and he might be directly beheaded.

"Sword Four, Extinguish!"

Long Aotian has another sword!

Nangong Huang had already withdrawn the hand that was blocked by the twin swords, and wanted to block Long Aotian's sword again.

However, Hua Shanyue Buqun, who was watching nearby, made a move, he felt that it was not enough to just pose for himself, he should show his strength in person, only in this way can reporters and friends capture their most handsome side.

At the same time, the fat man who has been playing soy sauce also appeared.

He was holding in his hand the man who had lost the most important right hand of his life, and the man's mouth was opening and closing as if he was saying something.

"Hurry up, do what you promised me, go kill that bastard!" Finally, the man who had lost his right hand roared with a hideous face, and looked at Nangong Huang with hatred.

Destroying a man's right hand, is this a human thing?!

This hatred is simply too great!

For revenge, even if you hand over the ancient spectrum martial arts, it's nothing, right?

As long as you can get revenge!

As long as you can get revenge!

As long as you can get revenge!

The fat man nodded, smirking, "Okay, I'll go up and help now." ”

Seeing that Nangong Huang had been completely suppressed by Long Aotian, the fat man was also true, and rushed straight up.

"Bastard!" The man who had lost his right hand slammed the ground with his remaining left hand.

It's not just Nangong Huang, even the fat man is also the object of hatred, isn't it?

The hatred of his right hand, the fat man also has a share, if the fat man hadn't brought Nangong Huang to find him, how could he have lost his right hand!

"Wait, you just got the introductory practice method of Wild Ball Boxing from me, and you don't know the follow-up clues!"

"Ah!!h Nangong Huang roared angrily, raised his hand, and blocked Long Aotian's sword.

Then, the back of the neck was cut open by Hua Shanyue Buqun with a broken sword.

He was a degenerate, not a real demon, so the back of his neck was cut open and his nervous system was blocked, and this level of injury was enough to affect him.

He had lost control of his body with his brain, and even with his fallen body, it would not be fatal, but the current situation was not much different from death.

can only be slaughtered, and then, the fat man rushed up, and smashed a wild ball punch on the bridge of his nose that was not very good yet, and broke his nose bone with one punch.

Tears were in his eyes, tears were flowing, and Nangong Huang wanted to die.

However, he survived strongly, because he had experienced more humiliating things and shed more humiliating tears than this.

"Hurry back!" Long Aotian roared angrily.

"What?" Huashan Yue is puzzled.

The fat man who bullied others and couldn't fight back was also a little confused, what are you retreating? The villain has been beaten..... Suddenly, the fat man finally realized that it seems that most of the villains will fight back to death?

Suddenly, a bad chill surged into his heart, and the fat man didn't want to be a lazy donkey rolling, but it was still too late.

"Roar!! Nangong Huang roared angrily, even if the brain loses control of the body, the roar can still be done, but it can still be done by mobilizing the power that belongs to the fallen and the demon in the body, his roar is more violent than any previous time, the air is fluctuating, cracks appear in the nearby houses, windows, water cups, and all glass products are exploded!

"Ahh The reporters who were taking pictures were also affected, and the terrifying sound waves struck, bleeding one by one, falling to the ground and struggling, leaving only the reporter who had played the game with a proud face, "Sure enough, the profession of a reporter is no longer capable of you ordinary people who have never played games in this era!" You stupid mortals! ”

"Poof!!" "Poof!!"

The two closest people, the fat man and Hua Shanyue Buqun, were directly yelled at and vomited blood!

It didn't take long for Hua Shanyue Buqun to be knocked out by the roar.

It's a fat man, because the fat on his body has a shock-absorbing effect, and he miraculously maintains consciousness.

But he preferred to pass out like this, because he now felt like his head had become a mess, painful, uncomfortable, bleeding, even the eye membranes were constantly trembling, as if they were about to crack at any moment, and there was a wet but dry stinging pain in his nasal cavity, which was that the nasal mucosa was also shattered by this roar!

Fragile things, especially fragile at this moment.

"Bastard!" Long Aotian was stunned, and in the face of Nangong Huang's hideous low laughter, he attacked again and slashed with his sword, this time, Nangong Huang was already unavoidable, unstoppable, right?

"I'm not going to die!" Before he died, Nangong Huang said.

"You're going to die soon!" Long Aotian said in a cold tone.

"Ho-ho-ho, I'm the one who sold my soul to the devil, O Fallen!" Nangong Huang's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his head had already flown out.

Fallen?

Long Aotian was at a loss, but immediately, his heart was awe-inspiring.

Yes, the Fallen, this is the being who betrays his soul to the devil.

Since the soul has been betrayed to the demon, then, even if the body dies, if the demon is willing.

Nangong Huang, is there still the possibility of resurrection?!

Long Aotian's heart is heavy, and many people have guessed about the future.

Can the existence in the infinite game also be like the player's consciousness entering the infinite game, where the earth is treated as a copy of the game, traversed by the existence of those who are supposed to be game NPCs?

If there is a day, perhaps, demons will come to this world like players, right?

"Are you alright?" stepped forward to help Hua Shanyue Buqun, Long Aotian didn't care if Nangong Huang was really resurrected in the future, at least he firmly believed that even if there was a day, his strength would be enough to crush the other party, and he only cared more about those more powerful demons and NPCs.

Hua Shan Yue Buqun was already unconscious, because he didn't have fat to absorb shock.

"Big, big guy, don't you care about me?" The fat man's resentful voice came to his ears.

Long Aotian was silent.

(End of chapter)