Maybe that's why this man survived until the explosion......

Drunken Meng smiled and slammed the dagger into the neck of an enemy. She felt the trembling of her veins, and life was stripped out of her body with the thin spray of blood......

Then she heard her heart suddenly freeze and beat in a rhythm that had never been heavier than ever.

"God's wrath!"

In an instant, a red mist evaporated from her body, like blood emanating through her skin, and Drunken Meng's eyes were confused for a second, and then ecstasy!

"My skills! It's in effect! ”

Duan Mo also noticed the abnormalities in Zui Meng's body at this time, and he could guess what was going on without Zui Meng saying it.

"But—this is a residential area!" Duan Mo was out of breath, and the continuous high-intensity battles quickly drained his physical strength, "How can this be!" ”

"I don't know!" Drunken Dream said, his body shook, flashed between the two axes, and then with a flick of his right hand, he slit the throats of the two enemies.

Her speed suddenly increased tenfold, and her whole person turned into a phantom, a streamer!

Not only is there speed to be improved, but also great power - Drunken Dream's casual knife can directly pierce the enemy's cervical vertebrae, and a kick can kick an adult man five or six meters away!

And with the continuous death of the enemy, the effect of God's Wrath is constantly refreshed, and the skill effect that can only last for dozens of seconds has been extended indefinitely!

The red light flowed between the black crowd, and everywhere it went, even more bright red blood splashed, and for a while, Drunken Dream ruled the battlefield by himself!

The figure of Drunken Dream even blew a whirlwind, and all the members of the QUN organization were stunned for a few seconds, and finally came back to their senses, all screaming and wailing backwards.

Duan Mo wiped the blood from his mouth, laughed twice, and stood in place watching the show.

The drunken dream that stimulates the effect of divine wrath is simply the god of war, although there are many enemies, but there are only a dozen people who can really touch the drunken dream, and a dozen people can be pinched to death by a dozen people for the drunken dream - it only takes a second.

Neither Duan Mo nor Drunken Dream expected that they would be able to use their skills in the residential area, and with the outbreak of Drunken Dream, the situation was instantly reversed, and in the case of hand-to-hand combat, no one could hurt Drunken Dream at all!

In an instant, all the members of the QUN organization in the courtyard escaped, leaving only the corpses in one place.

The remaining 800 or so people are still in the dark, but their momentum has completely collapsed - Drunken Dream is like a bewitching and sexy Grim Reaper, and when you see her beautiful face, you have already lost her life.

As the last hapless ghost in the courtyard had his throat slit, Drunken Dream stopped moving. She slowly stood still, her long flowing hair also falling down, and Duan Mo realized at this time that there was not a drop of blood on Zuimeng's body.

In contrast, Duan Mo, who was covered in wounds and blood, was simply embarrassed and called Hanako.

"It's really an artistic massacre...... Duan Mo couldn't help but applaud.

"Passing the prize." Drunk and gasping for breath, his chest heaved slightly, and then took a few steps towards Duan Mo, stumbling under his feet and almost falling.

She hid behind Duan Mo, one hand held Duan Mo's shoulder, her movements were blocked by Duan Mo, and the fritters and others outside just couldn't see it.

"What's going on?" Duan Mo asked in a low voice, he seemed a little weak when he looked at the drunken dream.

"It's a little out of strength—" Drunken Dream's face turned pale, "It's so tiring to maintain the effect of God's Wrath......"

Only then did Duan Mo think that Drunken Dream's body simply couldn't support a long and fierce battle - the price of having ten times the speed and ten times the strength, of course, was ten times the physical strength, although Drunken Dream only turned on the effect of Divine Wrath for a short period of five minutes, it was already equivalent to fighting with people for fifty minutes.

In terms of normal people's physical strength, when fighting with people, they will be exhausted in three or five minutes, even if they are professional fighters, maintaining thirty minutes is already the limit, and Drunken Dream is just a girl, of course, she will be physically exhausted.

"It's okay, I'll take care of the rest." Duan Mo tightly grabbed the drunken dream, turned to the fritters and said: "Youtiao, there is no deep hatred between you and me, you see that your subordinates have suffered such a miserable loss, why don't you just leave, let's clear?" ”

"Liangqing?" The fritters stood outside the gate, not moving half a step from beginning to end, he watched his men keep falling, of course he was angry, especially after the drunken dream turned on the divine anger, it was like mowing grass to slaughter the members of the QUN organization, and in a moment he had lost nearly a fifth of his manpower.

He brought with him today the most trusted people in the QUN organization, which is the foundation of his rule over the QUN organization, if all these people are dead, he will not be able to say anything in the QUN organization in the future......

"Hehe, I don't see it, you're much better than you were back then—" Fritters didn't smile, "but if you think there is no deep hatred between me and you, then you're very wrong!" If it weren't for you, how could I be the way I am now! ”

"What does it have to do with me!" Duan Mo was already a little confused, it was true that there was a conflict between him and the fritters, but it was just a normal fight, and he had never had a special "care" for this person.

The relationship between Duan Mo and the fritters is not at all as endless as that between him and Hua Shixiang!

"Hey, I've only beaten you a few times at most! And I fought with Wushuang and them at the beginning, and accidentally killed you by the way! Duan Mo said, gasping again—he accidentally pulled the wound on his back.

The word "by the way" seemed to hit the pain point of the fritters, and his snake-like eyes sharpened again. Duan Mo didn't know that the reason why the fritters wanted to kill him was to prove his strength, and Duan Mo showed his contempt for the fritters from the indifference at the beginning to the current "casual" - all the fritters wanted was Duan Mo's submission, and Duan Mo had been provoking him all the time.

The fritters took a deep breath and whispered, "I'll say it one last time, if you are willing to kneel down and beg me for mercy, I will forgive you." ”

"Just you?" Zuimeng sneered, she already felt difficult to stand at the moment, and the soreness in her muscles after losing her strength was like ten thousand ants biting herself. "I don't know you, but you're just a coward who bullies too many people."

"You don't know me???" The fritter's fist was clenched tightly, he didn't expect Drunken Dream to say something like "I don't know you"!

At the beginning, it was Drunken Dream who pointed to his head and let himself hand over all the equipment to Duan Mo!

It was because of this incident that he joined the QUN organization, completely gave up his dignity, and followed Wushuang to work hard!

And the initiator of all this, drunk dreams, actually said that he didn't know himself!

Drunk dreamed that the fritters' expression changed drastically, and felt a little inexplicable, she looked at the fritters carefully, and after confirming it again and again, she said, "Yes, I just haven't seen you." ”

You Tiers suddenly felt a little ridiculous, the enemy he had always hated had already forgotten about himself.

Am I so humble and so small? You have humiliated me and forgotten about me, and I have racked my brains to get revenge......

The fritters' emotions were completely out of control, and he was incoherent and hysterical.

"Kill them. Kill them! Whoever can kill them, I will give him the place of chief!" ”

With red eyes, the fritters took out their last chips.

The crowd, who had already felt frightened, suddenly became full of strength when they heard this, and some of them did not move, while others approached the courtyard again.

Duan Mo didn't understand what the fritters were thinking, but he knew that the negotiations had broken down and he was about to usher in the next wave of attacks......

He saw that a small group of people on the outskirts of the crowd had begun to flee quietly, while the rest of the people had blood-red eyes and flashed with greed.

The corpses in the courtyard had covered the ground, but death could no longer stop these crazy QUN members......

"Drunken Dream, you go back-" Duan Mo gently pushed Drunken Dream.

"Nope! I can still hold on ......."

"Go back! I can't protect you anymore! Duan Mo watched the enemy get closer and closer, and his tone became quicker.

Drunken Dream bit her lip, and finally nodded her head a few times, turned around and rushed into the house, running upstairs to meet Doudou and them.

Duan Mo let out a sigh, he was actually close to the edge of losing his strength, not much better than a drunken dream.

Two hours have passed since the appearance of the fritters, and the four of Duan Mo have killed a full two hundred, which is an astonishing casualty ratio - the two hundred people who died are not rice buckets, each of them has experienced a hundred battles, so Duan Mo's body is also scarred......

If it weren't for the cover of Doudou, Chun Xia, and Drunken Dream, and the narrow terrain that also limited the number of enemies, Duan Mo would have died countless times. But now Drunken Dream has lost the ability to fight, and Doudou's arrow has not appeared for a long time, probably already shot out, and the enemy used the huge tree trunk to break through the barbed wire elsewhere, tearing the gap a little wider......

There are still about seven hundred enemies...... In Duan Mo's eyes, he was still facing a huge black wave......

Sweat continued to flow into the wound, Duan Mo's back hurt badly, and the constant blood loss also made his consciousness a little blurred.

"Is it really time to run out of ammunition and food......" Duan Mo didn't want to accept it, but I'm afraid that's the case.

Step by step, the enemy approached, and finally came to him.

But the moment the enemy raised the axe, the corners of Duan Mo's blood-stained mouth suddenly curled.

His eyes began to glow blue.

"It's finally here—"

Duan Mo's already blurred vision shrank violently, focusing on the enemy's body extremely clearly, he had been waiting for this moment as early as when the "Divine Fury" of the drunken dream took effect.

His skills were finally able to be used.

At the same time, high in the sky, a jet-black metal cannonball pierced the sky and fell straight down!