Warlord, currently the top puppet in the Skull Battlefield.

The size is huge, the blade is exaggerated, and the appearance comes with tornado effects,

Forced index, five stars.

Lin Fan gave a high score without hesitation, but he didn't know how lethal this D-class puppet named "War General" was?

At this moment,

When the warlord appeared, all the golems in the skeleton battlefield stopped fighting and turned their bodies to the warlord in unison.

The air suddenly became a little frozen and strange at this moment.

Suddenly,

The hundred or so battle axe skeletons closest to the warlord were the first to move, and as if they were going crazy, they raised their double-edged axes and rushed towards the general.

meanwhile

The warrior's originally lowered head suddenly lifted, and in the sockets of a pair of black holes, two blood flames burned fiercely.

"Bang",

The warlord kicked on the sand, and a wave of air burst out, and its huge body slammed into the more than 100 tomahawk skeletons that rushed towards it.

is also a catapult, whether it is the speed or the impact of the burst, the sword and shield hand is simply a soft-footed shrimp compared to it.

In an instant, with an unstoppable impact, the general flew more than a dozen battle axe skeletons, stepped directly into the skeleton group, and then picked up a two-meter-long black broadsword and slashed out, a black knife flashed alone, and the seven or eight battle axe skeletons in front of him were instantly cut off.

Immediately afterwards, black knife arcs slashed out like ****, and the skeletons that came from all sides were all cut apart.

The speed of the knife and the fierceness of the power have simply reached the peak.

After a while,

Hundreds of tomahawk skeletons fell one after another under the ultra-high frequency of the war general's sword, just like wheat being harvested.

Suddenly, a sword and shield hand shot out, waved the long knife in his hand, and struck at the back of the general.

At the moment when the sword and shield hand was about to get close to the target, the general suddenly turned around, grabbed the head of the sword and shield hand with his backhand, and carried it in the air, and the next moment, the head of the sword and shield hand exploded.

Lin Fan in mid-air looked stupid, the skull of the sword and shield hand as hard as iron was actually pinched and exploded by the general's one-handedness?

You can see the horror of this power.

At this time, a company of more than a dozen sword and shield hands smashed through the dense battle axe skeletons and attacked and killed the general.

However, under the black broadsword of the general, these extremely powerful sword and shield hands on weekdays were like chopping melons and vegetables, and in a few breaths, they all turned into a pile of broken bones.

Even the tiger head shield with the extremely hard sword and shield hand could not resist the power of its sword, and it was directly chopped into two pieces.

At this moment,

Lin Fan finally understood why those transcendents repeatedly emphasized that D-class was a qualitative improvement.

This is more than an improvement!

This is simply sitting on the cupola cannon, soaring into the sky.

This D-class puppet is too fierce.

Strength, speed, and combat awareness can completely shake the sword and shield hand and jump more than ten streets.

More than 10 sword and shield hands attacked and killed together, and they were chopped into pieces without even touching the opponent's hair.

Lin Fan was suspended in mid-air, staring at the generals who were killing all sides in the field with his eyes shining.

With this puppet, why worry that the periphery can't become its own vegetable garden.

Damn, D-class elemental demon, you wait for Lao Tzu. Lin Fan secretly spontaneously ruthless, and then he found that there were fewer and fewer tomahawk skeletons on the battlefield, and some even directly turned into yellow sand and merged into the desert.

Then I saw a large number of sword and shield men crawling out from under the sand, gathering more and more.

The number of sword and shield hands gradually increased from dozens to hundreds, thousands.

The next moment,

staged the scene of ants biting and killing elephants,

Hundreds of sword and shield men swarmed forward, and the generals who had swept in all directions were chopped into a pile of broken bones by the indiscriminate knives in a short time.

Seeing this, Lin Fan understood a truth: to be a man, you can't jump too much.

Lin Fan didn't care about the damage of the generals, anyway, there would be new generals.

Sure enough, there was another tornado in the battlefield, but this time there was not just one, but... 10 items.

Lin Fan silently pulled out 170 of the 174 E shells and synthesized 17 D-class shells.

Then he exhaled, pointed the muzzle of the cannon at a general, and sang in his mouth: "Good luck comes to wish me good luck, good luck brings joy and love, good luck comes to us, and we have good luck to prosper, and we go all ...............over the world with good luck."

The singing is very ugly, all kinds of out-of-tune and broken notes, and the originally joyful song is simply sung by him to a heartbreak, and it is simply rotten to a new height.

But..., it means so, just like the lyrics, good luck comes.

One million shots, a bit unaffordable!

Lin Fan just sang like this, and then aimed at a general and fired continuously.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!!!!!!

Red D-class shells exploded into red grids to envelop the generals.

Maybe it was because the probability of being captured by the D-class puppet was relatively low, or maybe Lin Fan's singing was too miserable and directly scared the good luck away.

In short, a company of 14 guns, only then did it succeed in capturing a general.

Lin Fan was a little flustered at the moment, and he didn't want to make any capture speech.

At the moment there is still left,

3 D-class shells,

4 E-class shells,

51 F-class shells.

Lin Fan thought about it, and simply blasted all the E-class shells and F-class shells at the question marks floating in mid-air.

Only the 3 D-class shells were left alone, and they gathered to continue to capture the generals.

It is gratifying that after a wild bombardment, 6 question marks were captured in one go.

Luck is not good, nor is it bad.

These question marks reveal 4 storage spaces and 2 golem control distances, respectively.

[Total number of golems currently owned: D-rank Warlord +1, E-rank Sword and Shield Bearer +10, F-rank Battle Ahawk Skeleton +10]

[The total distance of controllable puppets is +500 meters; Total storage space +6 cubic meters】

【D-Rank Projectile +3】

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Following

Lin Fan's quilt was violently lifted by Lin Xue again.

Lin Fan expressed strong dissatisfaction and condemnation of this, and he dragged the quilt back again, and rolled it up on his body.

It's the other way around!

Every time I violently lift the quilt, where is the majesty of you making me a brother.

"You can't get out of bed?" Lin Xue warned.

Lin Fan wrapped the quilt tighter and silently protested.

"What do you see what this is?" Lin Xue took out the slinger stick that she used to pump Lin Fan's ass last night.

Lin Fan glanced back, and learned from Luo Xinxin to use the hardest tone to shout the most cowardly words: "Get up." ”

At 6 o'clock in the morning,

At 6 o'clock in the morning in December in Hejiang City, the sky was dark and overcast.

Lin Fan yawned and sat listlessly at the dining table, "You are a little cruel like this." ”

"After breakfast, you can sleep as much as you like." As Lin Xue spoke, she opened the xiaolongbao bought from the outer bakery, and then brought two bowls of red bean porridge from the rice cooker in the kitchen, and said angrily: "If I want to ignore you, you will definitely skip breakfast again." ”

Lin Fan stuffed a whole xiaolongbao into his mouth and said vaguely: "Your boss, everything you say is right." ”

"Oh yes, last night... Have you heard anyone sing? Lin Xue asked.

"Singing?" Lin Fan's eyes changed, I go, won't it be ......?

"Singing what good luck will come ......" Lin Xue seemed to be reminiscing.

Lin Fanxin chuckled, he really sang it himself! He cautiously asked, "Is it difficult?" ”

"Ugly?" Lin Xue smiled noncommittally, "Have you heard the sound of killing pigs?" ”

".................." Lin Fan.