"Whoosh......"

There was a roar, and then, a crossbow arrow flashing with cold light flew out quickly, carrying the anger in Lin Qiuhan's heart and shooting towards one of these figures walking in the water.

The sound of the bolt alerted the players walking in front of them, and then they saw the bolt in the air in horror, and at the same time as they saw the bolt, the bolt appeared on the neck of one of the players with a killing machine, and it went straight through.

"Critical Hit"

“-2698”

With a look of unwillingness, a look of incomprehension, and a look of disbelief, the player slowly fell to the ground at the same time as a dazzling orange-yellow damage value rose.

The mud on the ground was picked up and landed on the bodies of several players around them, who had not yet reacted.

Not far away, an arrow was shot, Lin Qiuhan didn't even look at the result, his left hand gently swept under his right hand, and a crossbow arrow instantly appeared in the palm of his hand out of thin air. Quickly filled, exhaled and breathed, and the crossbow arrow was filled into the iron crossbow by Lin Qiuhan.

This speed is only a little slower than that of a player using a bow and arrow.

Five bows and one crossbow, although it is an experience summed up by history, it is not suitable for anyone, at least not for Lin Qiuhan. The speed at which Lin Qiuhan filled his crossbow arrows was even faster than the attack speed of some ordinary archers.

Of course, if it's an archer, it's a different story, and there is still a gap in the attack speed of a crossbow compared to a bow and arrow. It's just that it also depends more on the user's ability.

The moment the bolt is filled, "...... swish"

There was another roar, and Lin Qiuhan shot a crossbow arrow again without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Without any accidents, the crossbow arrows shot by Lin Qiuhan once again took away the life of a player, and these, these players at the front suddenly panicked.

After all, although you have the privilege of resurrection, no one wants to try the taste of hanging up, this is not another game, and that feeling is definitely quite real.

Looking at Lin Qiuhan's vague figure in the mist from a distance, many players with bows and arrows quickly raised the bows and arrows in their hands, but then reluctantly gave up.

For their own attack range, these players are naturally clear, not to mention the weather impact of rain and fog, as well as the environmental impact of the trees in the forest, that is, the distance where Lin Qiuhan is standing is far beyond their attack range.

didn't realize that Lin Qiuhan was using an iron crossbow, these players were still depressed, how did Lin Qiuhan talk about these crossbow arrows, and the power was not reduced at all, and even said that it was much stronger than the bows and arrows they shot.

At this moment, these players who use bows and arrows are not calm, and even say that they are in a hurry.

"Whoosh ......"

For these players, Lin Qiuhan naturally didn't pay attention to it, kept shooting, kept filling, and one after another crossbow arrows quickly flew out of Lin Qiuhan's hands, it can be said that every crossbow arrow will basically take away the life of a player.

Lin Qiuhan's attributes at this time are not something that these players can bear, especially when attacking the weaknesses of these players and double the critical damage.

Quickly and sharply harvesting the lives of these players, Lin Qiuhan's figure can be said to have barely moved.

In the crowd, after a short period of panic, under the shouts of Storm Flying Tiger and others, the player can be considered to have settled down, although the players who kept falling were filled with an inexplicable fear in the crowd. But the situation of the players is much better than it was at the beginning.

Soon, some of the players in front began to organize and quickly rushed towards Lin Qiuhan.

In this way, even if Lin Qiuhan could not be dealt with, the coming of these players would be enough to interrupt Lin Qiuhan's attack.

I have to say that in the crowd, Storm Flying Tiger and others had a good idea.

It's just a pity that they are facing Lin Qiuhan, Lin Qiuhan, who is called the Demon God.

Lin Qiuhan is not necessarily a demon god, but he is definitely a killing god, and he is a killing god who acts decisively and ruthlessly.

Looking at these players rushing towards him, Lin Qiuhan's figure still did not move at all, his eyes were fixed on the front, and the iron crossbow in his hand continued to shoot out crossbow arrows, Lin Qiuhan's spirit was highly concentrated at this moment.

The pouring rain passed through the dense leaves and splashed on Lin Qiuhan's body, and the cool rain swept through Lin Qiuhan's cheeks and fell to the ground. Lin Qiuhan's eyes were almost hazy, and for all this, Lin Qiuhan seemed to be completely ignorant.

More than forty players, when they rushed to Lin Qiuhan, there were only twenty left, and in just a few tens of meters, almost half of them were hung up, and such a mortality rate made these players who came over almost have a nervous breakdown. This is because the player has the ability to resurrect, otherwise, there is more than fear in the hearts of these players.

The heavy rain was still falling, rushing to Lin Qiuhan's side, and the remaining twenty or so players all looked apprehensive, and while they were terrified, they also quickly raised the weapons in their hands and attacked Lin Qiuhan mercilessly.

Looking at these players calmly, Lin Qiuhan's face did not show the slightest panic.

Slowly raising his left hand, Lin Qiuhan wiped the rain on his face, "Poof"

At the same time, his right hand was released, and the crossbow in his hand fell directly into the mud on the ground.

At the same time as a puddle of muddy water splashed, Lin Qiuhan's right hand formed a fist, quickly raised it and sent it forward.

This punch is full of domineering, full of pride, the fist seems to be as hard as a hammer, and it has not yet fallen to give people a feeling of being irresistible, the fist is strong, in front of the fist, the rain falling rapidly in the air seems to have changed direction because of Lin Qiuhan's punch.

"Bang"

The fist came first, slamming firmly into the chest of the player at the front, sending out a crisp buzzing sound.

At the same time, the fist wind brought by the fist, the wind-like fist power, was also like a substantial hammer, blowing fiercely on several other players on the side.

“-1578”

“-1682”

“-1615”

……

Several bright red damage points slowly rose, and with just one punch, the dozen or so players in front were directly knocked down and fell to the mud on the ground.

One by one, they hugged their chests and hummed in pain, they couldn't stand up for a long time, just one punch, and these players were smashed into half blood or residual blood by Lin Qiuhan.

The sudden situation shocked the players who were still a few steps away from Lin Qiuhan and a little farther away. At the same time, it also let the fear that these players had just suppressed be released again. Although they were holding their respective weapons in their hands, looking at Lin Qiuhan in front of them, the arms of these players couldn't help but tremble slightly, and they had lost the courage to fight.

The fist stretched, and in Lin Qiuhan's hand, the rusty ominous blade appeared again, and the rain slowly slashed across the short sword, and the figure flashed, and Lin Qiuhan moved.

No matter what happened to these players, Lin Qiuhan didn't mean to let them go. If people don't offend me, I won't offend others, which is also a basic principle of Lin Qiuhan.

Now that these players are here, then they should be ready to die, Lin Qiuhan is not so easy to bully.

The dagger in his hand kept slashing, leaving afterimages in the air, and in less than three minutes, more than twenty players all fell to the ground without moving, apparently hanging up. This kind of combat power is enough to shock anyone, and it is not so fast to kill chickens, but the facts in front of them are beyond doubt, everyone is fatal by one blow, and the simplest and most straightforward attack method is pierced by a sword.

Although Lin Qiuhan didn't take too long, by the time he dealt with the players in front of him, the large army of these players had already advanced a considerable distance in front.

Looking at the front indifferently, picking up his crossbow from the ground unhurriedly, Lin Qiuhan's expression was still very calm.

"Whoosh...... Sou...... Whoosh......"

A whistling sound sounded, and the crossbow arrows broke out of the air from the iron crossbow in Lin Qiuhan's hand again.

This time, Lin Qiuhan did not stand still as before, and almost did not shoot three crossbow arrows, Lin Qiuhan would take two steps back.

After all, the dense lineup in front of him, a small number of people is also above a thousand, although he is confident in his own strength, it does not mean that Lin Qiuhan believes that his strength can withstand the siege of thousands of people.

Although his speed is fast enough, but in that case, he can't play at all, as for his attack, although it is good, but the problem is that his defense is not good, without the speed advantage, it means that he will be attacked. Thousands of people, no one at once, once surrounded, there is no suspense at all, he only has one result, that is, hang up, very simply.

Three times and two retreats, this kind of attack made Lin Qiuhan's retreat not fast, and it also made him closer and closer to these players.

Of course, all this was expected by Lin Qiuhan. Although he is confident, he is not arrogant.

……

Here, at the same time as Lin Qiuhan was acting, on the mountain, around the first territory, Bing Ji and the others who were hidden in the woods had already fought with the part of the players led by Xiao Siming.

"Whoosh ......"

Commanding thousands of players to quickly approach Lin Qiuhan's first territory, Xiao Siming at this moment can be said to be quite proud.

"Damn it, you dare to offend me, hmph, today Lao Tzu will let you know the fate of offending Lao Tzu."

At the thought of the shame before the snow was about to fall, Xiao Siming felt excited all over his body, just like the feeling of a man orgasmic when he squirts.

It's a pity that just when Xiao Siming was immersed in this beautiful meaning, a whirring sound woke him up.

Dozens of arrows sliced through the sky in the rain, and the arrows shimmered with a cold light full of murderous intent and landed on the players at the front.

"Bang ......"

In just an instant, several players fell to the ground and hung up.