The wind is long.

The dragon soared through the grey sky.

It let out a long dragon groan, spanning dozens of breaths of time.

The music doesn't stop.

The melody becomes more and more intense.

Gu Qingshan stood among the skeletons, sweating like rain doing every movement.

It didn't matter which direction he was looking, or nodding at which undead, waving at which undead, or even just a look

The undead who rushed up immediately threw down their weapons and fell into the river of death in despair, but they were repelled by the river and knelt on the surface of the sea.

The muscles, hair, and skins of the undead were completely scattered, leaving only a body of white bones, kneeling reverently in front of the dance troupe.

The more undead rush up, the more undead kneel in front of the troupe.

In the midst of the dragon's groan, the roar of the Flame Skull suddenly sounded:

"Retreat! Get out of the way! Don't go into the confines of that dance again! ”

Atley followed along: "All the undead, don't attack for the time being, all give me a retreat!" ”

The Flame Skull was still not at ease, and then yelled again: "He can't use all the power of that dance now, all of them are out of the distance of a kilometer!" ”

Under the orders of the two, the undead stopped their tracks and stopped trying to attack.

Except for the white bones kneeling in front of the dance troupe, the other undead quickly retreated from a distance of a kilometer.

Gu Qingshan looked at this scene with a slight regret in his heart.

I thought I could transform all the undead, but I didn't expect to meet a knowledgeable opponent.

The Flame Skull immediately saw the weakness of this dance.

Yes, the company only danced a warm-up dance and immediately started the formal dance, so the preparation was not sufficient.

At the moment, this formal dance is only the first level of the sacrificial dance, and it is not even the dance of the earth gods.

It was the first time for the skeletons to dance, and they couldn't use the full power of the dance.

So the area of influence is only a kilometer distance.

Gu Qingshan looked at the undead who had withdrawn, and suddenly asked, "Madam, if I raise the dance level and then attack them"

"It's too hard," the husky female voice said, "Hitting can indeed transform...... But it's too far away for you to reach them, and secondly, you'll need a lot of Willpower to bring out the power of the Ritual Dance, and then you'll have to keep the dance on track. ”

"Got it!"

Gu Qingshan's eyes sharpened, and he snapped his fingers towards the sky.

The dragon of death got the hint, and immediately stopped the dragon's groan, and let out a roar:

"I will use the supreme spell to destroy your war!"

It began to chant the incantation: "Come, you garbage in front of the dragons, with the power of my dragons, immediately deprive you of all your willingness!" ”

In the dark ocean, countless points of light rose into the sky, entangled, fluttered, and spiraled into the sky in mid-air, surrounding the dragon.

These are embodied aspirations!

The Death Dragon's real power lies in that, it doesn't require any reaction from others to make spells work, forcing them to drain a piece of their power.

The dragon flew through the clouds and flew above the dance troupe, hovering still.

Its whole body flickered continuously, like an existence in ancient myths.

Gu Qingshan squirmed his body to the music while nodding secretly.

This dead fat man is really powerful, he howls for so long, his breath is long, and he has completely released the dragon spell, but in the end, he has to tell others that he is actually ready to cast a spell.

In this way, when others saw those wishes flying all over the sky, they really thought that he was casting a spell, but ignored the long howl before.

Wait a minute

Gu Qingshan suddenly recalled that in the historical records of many civilizations, when the dragon clan appeared, they liked to make dragon roars in the sky.

It turned out that this group of goods had already shot at the beginning of the game.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the Flame Skeleton sneering and commanding loudly: "All the undead, you all stay out of the dance range for me, now just wait for his dance to end, and we can go up and tear them apart!" ”

Gu Qingshan came back to his senses and looked around.

The undead have all retreated, and now the dance is truly useless.

He glanced at the dragon of death.

The dragon of death looked back.

Immediately, a magnificent waterfall of light appeared in the sky.

The infinite points of light that swirled around the dragon's body fell from the sky and rushed into Gu Qingshan's body with the momentum of a river.

On the God of War interface, the value of wish power has skyrocketed wildly.

All the music in the void suddenly stopped.

Gu Qingshan froze.

All the dancing skeletons froze.

Invisible forces surround the dance troupe, exuding small whispers, but they can't be heard clearly, they can't be explained, as if there are countless unknown existences that are surrounding the dance troupe, looking forward to their next dance.

Gu Qingshan suddenly spoke: "The more blood, the more prosperous the dance, we taste the desire to kill and dance life and death, I think it is holy." ”

This is the proclamation of the Dance of Deathmatch, and the whole dance begins to change.

With Gu Qingshan's words, lines of firefly small characters quickly refreshed in the void:

"You've announced that you're about to have a deathmatch dance."

"Your will is fully sufficient."

"The strange power of the void is warming up for your dance."

"Description: During the last deathmatch, your dance moves were broken by Doom."

"Now, you've regrouped a group of dancers."

"Re-choreograph the Deathmatch Dance as you see fit to form your own dance."

"You need to come up with a name for your dance company right away!"

Gu Qingshan's face changed.

A name?

Such a hard thing

For some reason, there were faint strange words in the wind, as if someone was laughing, and thinking that someone was fighting, shouting, and killing.

This is the atmosphere brought by the dance of deathmatch itself, and it is a warm-up for the dance scene on the strange side!

With this atmosphere, a person suddenly appeared in Gu Qingshan's memory.

Ye Fei Li.

Kill the clown.

Yes, it's the dance of killing, it's the end of a deathmatch, it's a force from the weird.

As

"My dance troupe is called the Killing Dance Company." Gu Qingshan Road.

A line of small words appeared in front of his eyes:

"Your company is now formed."

"The show is about to begin!"

"This is a high-level dance, and whether it can evolve into a deathmatch dance again depends on your performance."

"It all starts with your own background music."

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One,"

"Opening!"

Gu Qingshan looked at the skeletons who were standing still.

He took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing!

Music in the background!

The atmosphere of the Dance of Deathmatch is completely dispersed

The Death Dragon couldn't help but roar in the sky: "yes, yes, yes! ”

The sound of DJing is interspersed, and the drum kit brings a deafening rhythm:

Knock Knock Bang-

Knock Knock Bang-

Knock knock

The drums sounded, followed by the catharsis of the electric guitar.

The skeletons strode together and gathered towards Gu Qingshan in the center!

They were either kneeling, or half-squatting, or leaning against Gu Qingshan, or facing Gu Qingshan, grabbing the points of the music, nodding, shaking their heads, swinging their arms, and holding their chests up in unison

Mechanical Dance!

With the body of a skeleton, it is really suitable for dancing this kind of dance that pays special attention to fixed-point card positions!

Gu Qingshan's figure was submerged among the skeletons, unable to be seen.

The music is getting more and more crazy.

suddenly

Someone chanted in the void: "Death Match Death Match!" Sue Feed Su Feed Su Feed! ”

All the skeletons spread out and arranged in a circle around the stage.

Gu Qingshan reappeared.

He wore a top hat and kept his head down.

As everyone watched, he raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

"Baby, come on."

The next second.

All the skeletons were arranged in a circle, facing the outer Sea of Death, and they raised their weapons in exchange.

Weapons?

It was when they gathered around Gu Qingshan just now that Gu Qingshan redistributed weapons to them!

All skeletons have a murderous steel machine in their hands.

Gatling M134 Minigun!

Click

The electric motor on the machine gun begins to rotate the six barrels, which will soon increase its speed and complete a series of actions such as loading the bomb, locking, firing, rejecting the shell, and throwing the shell in a very short time.

This is the most primitive charm of machinery!

Gu Qingshan said in a low voice: "7.62mm ammunition, 6,000 rounds per minute, although it is very old, but now, please enjoy it." ”

Click!

The first gunshot rang out.

The bullet erupted from the spinning barrel and flew a distance of 100 meters, hitting a dead man in the chest.

It let out a howl, and its flesh and flesh were scattered to ashes, leaving only a white skeleton, and it knelt reverently on the ground.

The power of the dance was transmitted to a distance of 100 meters by bullets!

Dada

In the furious sound of machine guns, bullets were fired at the undead in all directions.

The skeletons shook the Gatling in their hands as they shook their hands and shot out lines of fire.

This attack is so ferocious and unreasonable, with the determination to sweep through everything, turning the undead along the way into white bones, and they belong to the Six Realms of Worlds.

Ding-dong-ding-ding!

Metal shells fall to the ground with a dense, pleasant sound.

A hoarse female voice sounded in his ears: "Interesting, how did you come up with this idea of using technological side weapons to extend the sacrificial dance, so as to change the belonging of those undead?" ”

Gu Qingshan said in a low voice: "Technology changes life, ma'am." ”

I saw a long cannon barrel appear in his hand.

Individual combat bazooka!

Boom!

The rockets flew out with a long trail of tailfire, blasting the undead across the river of death.

Gu Qingshan lost the barrel of the cannon and began to dance a solo.

In the pouring of machine gun fire, in the continuous screams of the undead, and in the constantly rising and boiling electric sound, Gu Qingshan stood in the center of the stage

He did a great tap dance!