"Two shots!"

－5、－4

Taking advantage of Qin Wu's slashing of the berserker, the ranger's rapid second shot hit Qin Wu with an embarrassing damage figure.

Qin Wu was wearing a level 10 and level 15 silver weapon, and he was a light armor in the middle and upper part of the defense, how could it be broken by ordinary players? Bloodshot out?

The large fireball thrown by the mage was split by Qin Wu's sword, and the two panicked players realized that Qin Wu was about to get close.

－480！

－465！

Qin Wu took advantage of the situation to slash a sword, swinging out a faint white sword qi, and the two mages were split into white light by Qin Wu's sword.

"This way! Qin Wu, who had ordered the pursuit and killing, ......"

The Ranger hurriedly ran towards the other unlawless players behind him, shouting loudly as he ran.

Before he could finish his sentence, Qin Wu smiled coldly and chased after him from behind, pulled out the big musket he was carrying, and stabbed the ranger to death from behind with one shot.

Looking at the priest who had already run more than a dozen steps away, a smile appeared on his face, Qin Wu's steps were like a shuttle, his body leaned forward, and suddenly chased after him like a bolt of lightning.

Hearing a series of dense footsteps behind his head, the priest looked back as he fled, and only saw a figure dragging a silver afterimage rushing towards him, and then he only felt a chill in his back, and a red spear tip pierced out of his chest.

"Uh......"

With a shock to his body, the priest was pierced through the chest by Qin Wu's armor-piercing attack, which was not a fatal attack, but it easily emptied the priest's less than 300 lives and turned into white light.

In the blink of an eye, a squad of powerless players was slaughtered by Qin Wu, and at this time, the other players who were leveling at the foot of the Red Ridge Mountain reacted, and the enemy shouted loudly and rushed towards Qin Wu from all directions.

"Ho!"

Seeing these scattered dozen or so people rushing towards his own powerless players, Qin Wu smiled, danced the big musket, lifted it upside down in his hand, and then hedged up.

His eyes were fixed on the front, his steps were quick to avoid some magic attacks, and the big musket slashed and slashed the arrows away, but they were hit by a small number of attacks, losing a very small part of their lives, Qin Wu and the players who could not be guilded rushed towards each other, and soon collided together like a raging torrent.

Several sword dancers, berserkers, and heavily armored warriors leaped towards Qin Wu and charged towards Qin Wu.

In the past, when dealing with the charging slash of the warriors, Qin Wu always retreated out of the attack range, or dodged the attack. For Qin Wu, it doesn't matter what he does, what matters is not to let the enemy hit him.

Qin Wu, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, was already used to killing the enemy without getting hurt as much as possible. Being injured on the battlefield often means death.

Whether it is a fatal injury, excessive blood loss, wound infection, or weak injury, being killed by the enemy, injuries on the battlefield will be related to death. In reality, if you suffer a knife wound, even if you treat it in time and have good medicine, it will take a few days, or more than ten days. If you hurt your muscles and bones, you must rest and recuperate.

The soldiers are not tired of cheating, sword fighting, and the extremely fast battlefield of victory and defeat, where can there be so much time to recuperate? Therefore, Qin Wu had to avoid injury as much as possible.

This habit, or subconscious, is naturally brought into the game.

But the game is different from reality, in the game you are beaten to death, the priest gives a treatment, and you can immediately become alive by drinking a bottle of potion yourself. As long as the enemy's attack power is not enough, even if you wipe your neck, you will not die.

After playing Faith for a few days, Qin Wu finally completely separated the game from reality, and the direct manifestation was that Qin Wu was no longer afraid of fighting hard with the enemies in the game and getting injured.

Several sword dancers, berserkers, and heavily armored warriors leaped over, charging and slashing at Qin Wu, Qin Wu smiled fiercely, did not retreat, but advanced, and slashed fiercely with a fierce shot, opening and closing, and swept out.

A line of spear swept by, and the two sword dancers in mid-air directly turned into white light and hung. Another berserker leaped forward and slashed at Qin Wu's head, Qin Wu turned sideways, and the berserker slashed his sword on the double-bladed shoulder guard.

－25

"Die!"

Raising the tail of the gun, Qin Wu directly stabbed the berserker close to him with the spike of the tail of the gun.

－5、－17、－10

The attacks of archers, mages, and priests from the rear came in waves, and Qin Wu rushed diagonally forward, dodging a part, but was still hit by some attacks.

Perfunctory!

For the attacks of these ordinary players, Qin Wu only had this evaluation.

Rushing forward like an enraged lion, furious slashing, armor-piercing attacks, heavy blows, homeopathic splits, a series of skills were played like flowing water, and in a dozen seconds, more than a dozen players who could not be guilded turned into white light in Qin Wu's hands.

At this time, Qin Wu had accumulated more than 50 evil points, and the name on his head was bright red as blood, and it was delicate.

The shouting and shouting of killing, the vulgar scolding of players, and the sound of footsteps sounded again, and more than a dozen players who could not see the situation here hurried over to participate in the battle.

Qin Wu smiled lightly, with the name of Scarlet, it looked extremely hideous, watching the players in the squad being killed by Qin Wu one by one without any power to fight back, the sharpshooter standing at the end shouted, and reflexively fled towards the unable players who came from behind.

"Ho!"

Looking at the fleeing marksman, the corners of Qin Wu's mouth hooked up a hint of arc.

In fact, running or not running is a result, but in the face of irresistible power, people see hope, even if it is only a little, they will try their best to run towards that hope.

In fact, those who have enmity with themselves may only be part of the upper echelons of the Guild, but the ones who bear their anger are the other people at the lower levels of the Guild.

Just like when two countries are at war, the guilty are those who provoke and direct the battle behind the scenes for their own interests, and the most innocent and pathetic are often the soldiers who fight for survival on the battlefield.

Like a pawn on a chessboard, he can only advance, and there is no way out. Even if he doesn't want to move, the enemy will kill him for victory, because the pawn is the strength of the other side, he can take out the chariots, horses and artillery, and he can also eat handsome.

The marksman fled in panic towards the more than ten unable players who rushed to the opposite side, Qin Wu could catch up and kill him before he and the others could meet, but in a flash, Qin Wu did not catch up.

He used to be a little pawn that no one cared about, and he became a hundred generals, but he was only a leader of pawns with some ability, and in the modern language he had just learned, he was a high-level pawn.

In the Qin army's barracks, colleagues all regard battlefield fighting as commonplace, the same as the most ordinary things, because they only know how to fight in battle formations, and they don't know anything else, but Qin Wu can't.

What he sees, learns, and understands in his head is what only those who indulge in pawns or enjoy peace can have.

Qin Wu knew the preciousness of life and the sorrow of his pawn, seeing the marksman running in panic, Qin Wu's pupils contracted for a while, his eyes kept changing, the hand holding the gun was loose and tight, but his footsteps slowly stopped.

I don't know why, the compassionate string in Qin Wu's heart was gently plucked unconsciously.

Since you are running wildly towards that glimmer of hope, then I will fulfill you once.

If you don't cherish it, then don't blame me for destroying you!

(No saved manuscript broke out the third more, ask for collection!) The eyes are very sore.,Rest first.,Just complain about the slow speed of your hands.,The fourth doesn't know when to send it.,If you can't wait.,Then get up tomorrow morning and read it again.,I'm sure I'll finish writing before I sleep.。 ）

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