What would it be like to be disemboweled?

The long, serrated knife pierced from the left side of the back spine, and judging from the anterior and back wounds and the blood coughed up, it should have penetrated the lower edge of the left lobe, possibly severing part of the organs, and breaking through the leather armor in the lower abdomen to protrude the blade. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The constant coughing, the overflowing redness in the mouth, and the blood flowing along the beautiful, electrically charged white blade are a wonderful experience.

Pain?

There is no pain in the game, but the surrounding noise is suddenly far away, and the auditory feeling before death is very realistic. There were also many details, like unidentified gray-black particles converging on the blades, splashing on the red spots on the snow-white mask of the girl in my arms, staring at the pair of black gem eyes that I was about to cry...... Hey, Yixian is crying?

"Brother Xiangyang...... Brother Xiangyang......"

Tick, tick, I could hear Yixian calling my name in a daze, but all my attention was on the clock on the desk next to me—11:25. It's so slow, the second hand moves so slowly, 15, 16, 17......

A hand seemed to fall from space, pressing Xiang Yang's left shoulder tightly, pulling him back from Taixu. A voice rang out close to the ear: "Senior, you haven't quit the game yet, don't give up!" This knife must not be pulled out! ”

Come to think of it! Xiang Yang's hollow eyes and souls returned to their places, and the brain circuits were reconnected, and everything that had just happened was vividly visible. How he struggled with the stormy attack, how he saved the day like a dancer on a tightrope, and finally how he blocked the fatal knife for Yixian at the last moment.

Excessive use of the brain, this is the real cause of the collapse of the Yang spirit in a few seconds. This night, he hovered on the edge of life and death more than once, always using his brain and thinking about winning strategies. The three daring generals went on a rampage and cooperated with the second guard's attack, causing his almost depleted mental power to be overdrawn in the final team battle. The penetrating wound in the lower abdomen eventually broke the tense nerves, making him feel that everything was over.

"Brother Xiangyang, don't give up!"

Xiaobai's head drink woke up Xiang Yang, and reminded Yixian who was still in Xiang Yang's arms. Without hesitation, she stretched out her jade hand and gripped the reed knife that passed through her side. The new red seeped out from between the fingers, mixed with the old blood that was still flowing towards the sun, and fell dripping. She can't let the reed knife be pulled out, the serrated tooth inversion will cause secondary damage to the internal organs, and the wound will expand after extraction, and the blood loss will be difficult to stop.

Whew, snort, this is the breath of the sun in the game, and it is also the real breath fluctuation in reality. Elena, who inserted the reed knife, pulled out the knife and was blocked by Yixian's stubborn little hand through the severely injured body. Raising his foot against Xiang Yang's back, ready to use his strength to pull, the long knife in his hand came from a strange tingling feeling.

The "Burning ......" did not aim first and then fire like before, the weak and weak Xiang Yang turned his back to the enemy, his left hand drooped in advance, and his palm was red, and the red light pattern was outward. Suddenly, the left arm waved, and the light bullet that condensed energy drew a gorgeous curve: "Heart!" "A red light projectile shoots out, shooting out a heat that scorches everything in the direction of the target!

Dodged, Elena dodged Burning Heart's shot. In other words, she was on guard and adjusted her position slightly, so that the general avoided the impact of the crosshair's heart. It's just that the long reddish-brown hair flies as it dodges, and the left part is burned to ashes, revealing the delicate left ear. Fortunately, frightened by this, she dropped the reed knife and jumped backwards in succession, looking behind her left in disbelief.

The Burning Heart was so powerful that it traversed the entire staff office, directly melting a large hole in the steel wall on the other side, and the bare iron wall shone with a sparkling red light. Chotaro Takemiya, Ji Dehai, Alex, and Queenie, who had both feet broken (the biggest result of the raiders, and the strong and daring general mentioned above), were all as surprised as Elena, hesitated slightly, stopped the battle in their hands, and leaned together towards Xiang Yang, who received the frozen wound of the angel spirit.

Fate, so unpredictable. When the Grim Reaper doesn't want to accept you, swallow the gun and bullet jam, jump off the building and someone cushion the back, and throw yourself into the water, and there will be a large group of so-called good people fighting to save you from the shore.

The exhausted raiders retreated step by step, gradually surrounding. Captain Brilliant even prepared for the worst: "Wash the dishes, can you bring one more person?" You're an ion warrior, and if you're determined to go, they won't be able to catch up. Bring the sun, we can't all die here! "It's difficult, the burning heart just now pulled the hatred to the highest, they must ......" The dishwasher replied succinctly, and suddenly found that there was something wrong with these NPCs.

It turned out that the five of them stopped without exception, clenching their chests, undulating back and forth, like fish stranded on the beach. Is it time for the ion storm? No, there are only three people in the ion storm, and Alex must have taken longer than the remaining two, so there is no reason for the five of them to suffocate at the same time. Traps, let's take it lightly? But is it necessary?

Washing dishes does not know that such scenes do not only happen in front of them. At the same moment, nearly half of the NPCs in the entire Elemental Battlefield Flailer Army all had the same physiological situation: they couldn't breathe, their hearts were curling and pulling, like someone was trying to take away the most important thing in their lives. And this kind of thing, once warmed their hearts, and rescued them from the sickle of death again and again.

"Lord Dijiang!"

A chorus of shouts exploded on the battlefield. There is no reason, they just know that something happened to Dijiang. These soldiers who had been treated by Dijiang shed tears uncontrollably. Then, as if crazy, regardless of it, he handed over his back to the enemy and ran towards the Chinese army tent in the rear! Dijiang once said that the Flaile Army fought for freedom. He was wrong, for the vast majority of this army, the battle was only for their Dijiang!

The companions who had not been healed by the Heart of Life quickly understood the meaning of the phrase "Lord Dijiang", which was no different from the spread of the virus, and the entire flail army was defeated.

Bang! Thundered!

Thunder came from the clouds, and electric light began to brew in the depths. Yes, the fighters of the Flail Army naturally included those who drove fog boats. This group of people no longer cared about the safety of the battlefield, and drove the fog boat down at a high speed. It is conceivable that if the rainstorm does not abate, what kind of endless thunder prison will become in the direction of the Flail Breaker Army next!

What's going on?

Let's stretch out our fingers and turn back the time when we walked briskly. When the NPCs shouted the phrase "Lord Dijiang" in unison, the system had already forcibly inserted such a set of images into all players' screens:

Huge metal gaps, crumbling walls, flying paper, rain-soaked floors, and the pterodactyl king with his head held high in the gaps. The camera zooms in and enters the interior of the building, focusing on a shiny round wine glass with intricate patterns turned on its side on the ground. The wind that followed the rain nudged it, and the glass rolled with a "prismatic" sound, passing through small swamps of blood, half-broken shields, unobtrusive corpses, human legs like jungles, and finally stopped in front of a soft collapse.

The camera panned up, zoomed out, and eight or nine people whispered around a headless corpse on the soft collapse. The leader is a cold and arrogant woman, her left hand is holding a purple gold emblem seal wooden plaque, and her right hand is suspended a golden light spar - the heart of life!