Sitting in the backstage of the arena, Wang Xiaomeng was stunned, and she didn't wake up until the announcement sounded in her ears.

She remembered the time when she hadn't stepped into the train.

Busy, ordinary, and confused little girls live a bumpy life, which is so unsmooth, but it is so nostalgic.

With a long breath of turbidity, Wang Xiaomeng slowly got up.

The horn of the fight has sounded, and she must end the field and use the tempering between life and death to lay a further foundation for herself.

With gentle steps, Wang Xiaomeng was like rootless duckweed, quietly jumping over the deep corridor.

In the arena, the alien opponent is already in place.

It was a werewolf-like monster, dark silver all around, upside-down eyes full of ferocity, a pair of sharp claws, swishing, constantly rubbing against the ground and bursting out clusters of sparks.

There is no such thing as much nonsense as the others, and the most direct consequence of two silent guys coming together is that they only need to look at each other and kill immediately.

Rumble!

The storm of sword qi turned into a churning dragon, twisting and rushing down.

The silver wolf looked up to the sky and roared angrily, crossed its paws, brushed twice, and directly applied the staggered cross.

Bang!

Violently impacted, the storm and the talon fought in mid-air, and as expected, they fought on a par.

However, as everyone knows, it's just an appetizer before the main meal.

Boom Boom!

Left and right, with the manipulation of Wang Xiaomeng's hands, two sword qi dragons came out furiously.

Bang! Bang!

Like two elongated arms, the sword qi dragon slammed into one after another, not only was it extremely powerful, but it was also extremely accurate. The silver giant wolf is constantly scurrying, and Wang Xiaomeng's experience in killing enemies summed up from long-term battles is really fatal. Of course, this situation did not last long, after all, the silver giant wolf was also a long-standing store, and after Wang Xiaomeng's attack and killing methods were used several times one after another, it finally adapted to it.

Even, it was extremely keenly aware of the weaknesses in Wang Xiaomeng's attack, and used it to fight back.

Rumble!

The sword qi storm with a faint golden glow staggered and killed, but the silver wolf that was originally standing in that place was gone, and its silver body was covered with a layer of 'blood clothes'.

"Blood Moon Kill."

The sharp claws broke through the air, and the blood-colored edge of more than three zhang was directly approached by Wang Xiaomeng after leaving the hands of the silver wolf.

"Sword Qi Vortex."

Stretching out the vortex and wrapping himself up, Wang Xiaomeng stopped the Blood Moon Giant Claw at the same time, he also manipulated the sharp vortex and launched a counterattack against the silver wolf.

As a result, the two sides went back and forth, and fell into a stalemate again.

And just when Wang Xiaomeng and the silver giant wolf were stuck here, over there, Zhao Mowu, who was manipulating thousands of mechanical armies, also fell into an unprecedented predicament.

The Zerg, the endless Zerg, densely packed, flying in the sky, running on the ground, they are everywhere, the bombardment of the mechanical army is a drop in the bucket, and, what's worse, as the endless Zerg spreads, there are constantly machines and people malfunctioning, or falling to the ground, or poor contact, and even, even internal damage, a core explosion has occurred.

Zhao Mowu's heart was filled with a strong sense of crisis, and he was already a little chaotic.

After all, in the real world, he is just an otaku, and the way he entered the train was quite smooth, even if he encountered sporadic troubles, he was quickly bulldozed under Lin Hao's strength, so when the real 'desperate situation' came, his first reaction was despair!

But fortunately, although he is not mentally deficient, his brain is not stupid.

In the case of not fighting to the death, fighting five or five, how could he not know how to choose.

A plane began to explode, and under Zhao Mowu's command, they used their own advantages to drag the most enemies into the water at the time of the explosion at the minimum cost.

In addition, under the determination to fight against the water, Zhao Mowu also formulated a plan to capture the thief and capture the king first.

Squadrons of 'flying troops' burst out of the air, and the capsule bombs wrapped in their abdomen were already ready.

"Explode me."

With the intention of becoming a benevolent person if he didn't succeed, Zhao Mowu made all the 'flying arms' swoop down and carry out a suicidal impact. But the effect is not good, there are too many zergs manipulated by the alien people, and although the power of the capsule bombs stacked together is not small, it can't withstand the layers of zerg shields of that guy.

As a result, the results of consuming eighty percent of Zhao Mowu's flying power were only piles of insect corpses.

"You can't beat me."

The man was silent, covered by the Zerg, and couldn't see his face at all.

"Go!"

With a light snort, immediately, a column of zergs flew out, turned into a javelin, and roared towards Zhao Mowu.

Zhao Mowu dodged and dodged, the silver light of the bracelet in his right hand flashed, and in an instant, the huge eight-clawed spider appeared out of thin air, and after spitting a slip of steel wire to tear the worm swarm spear apart, the eight-clawed linked, frantically crushing the insects in the ground. But the number of insects is really too much, Zhao Mowu's eight-clawed spider is fierce enough, but when a large number of insects spread like a tide, they still quickly lie on their stomachs.

"Damn it!"

scolded secretly, and Zhao Mowu had no choice but to jump down.

The self-detonation device in the eight-clawed spider, after hiding far away, only heard a loud bang, firelight splashed, crackling and scorching a large number of insects, and then, all kinds of strange smells, it was extremely dishonest and drifted outward, with a pervasive situation, it was unreasonable to burrow into Zhao Mowu's nose, causing his stomach to churn.

The alien man did not feel any discomfort, as if he had become accustomed to the smell.

"Kill."

The right arm was raised slightly, and the alien people drank softly, and in the blink of an eye, a large number of black and crushed insects gathered, condensed into one arm, and after clenching the giant fist, with a deafening buzzing sound, it rushed straight to Zhao Mowu.

Bang!

The 'Worm Fist' was pressed down, and the Zerg on the surface immediately burst into slag, and the dark green residue kept dripping to the ground, but soon, the bugs on the 'arm' behind made up for it, what the original 'Worm Fist' looked like, and what it was now.

Zhao Mowu doesn't have this ability.

Narrowly escaped the catastrophe, he was now terrified.

This was definitely the closest he had come to death, the huge black fist rubbed his head, the buzzing sound shook his ears with pain, and the feeling of his heart rising to his throat was really terrifying.

In desperation, he somehow remembered what the clown had said.

Subconsciously, his talent is mobilized, and his brain is ethereal like never before.

Click!

Zhao Mowu didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he knew very well that when he opened his eyes again, there was an extra steel arm on his arms, which was composed of a large number of mechanical debris, with a cold tone and a sense of future high-tech.

"Spirit, activate."

After digesting the extra information in his mind, Zhao Mowu's eyes flashed, but he regained his previous self-confidence.

……

Li Weilun has always been a genius in combat, and countless consciousnesses are still potential.

Facing the Thousand Feather Phoenix Clan, known as the Children of the Wind, his talent does not have any advantage at all, but even so, he still has the upper hand steadily.

The twelve throwing knives are unpredictable, constantly killing from all kinds of unbelievable angles, bringing fatal crises to the so-called children of the wind again and again.

So, in the tenth minute of the battle, the Son of the Wind was killed, and the twelve throwing knives were connected in a line, and the man of the Feng clan dodged the eleven in front of him, but was broken through the defense line by the last one, and with a pop passed through his jaw, piercing his entire head.

Su Yale doesn't have such good skills.

The girl is precocious and talented, but that's not the combat aspect.

It seems that she wants to treat her flower intestines, and the arena specially arranged a cunning birdman for her. So, the two black-bellied guys were crazy about calculating, and the power competition was moved to the second, and the two sides relied on their own wisdom and the props in their hands, and they simply did everything, so that the audience around the arena looked at the hairs standing on end, and their hearts were full of shock.

The final result can only be said to be a draw, although the cunning birdman died, Su Yale was also pierced in the lungs by a bone spear, if it weren't for the special recovery place in the arena, she would only have a dead end.

Of course, the results of such a miserable battle were also remarkable, at least, after absorbing some of the methods of the cunning birdman, Su Yale's methods in the Yin people had made quite terrifying progress.

No longer mentioning the girl, his gaze turned to the north of the arena.

As the first firearm of the Blood Path Squad, with the ability of the Ice System, his strength is naturally greatly increased.

Therefore, correspondingly, the alien race arranged for him by the arena is also very strong, not only is it the same ice system, but also has an extremely strong defense and a very fast movement speed, that is, it is deficient in strength. This made Jiang Shangzhi frown, relatively speaking, the size of the enemy's strength was the factor that had the least impact on his attack, but the other party was flawed in this aspect, and the other two aspects were not only normal, but also extraordinary.

Bitter battles inevitably followed.

Because the opponent's defense is extremely strong, Jiang Shangzhi's bullet consumption is extremely high, and because the opponent's speed is extremely fast, Jiang Shangzhi also has to move quickly, and the coordination of mental power and talent must be perfect. This put him under a heavy load, he was a killer after all, and he was not at all used to this kind of endurance-grinding way of fighting.

But in the end, he persevered, burned a large number of bullets, and accumulated his mental load to the limit, and finally killed the monster, and his head blasted open more than a dozen holes in a row, and blue viscous blood flowed all over the ground.

Sitting on the ground without any image, he took out a cigarette tremblingly, put it to his mouth, and then lit it for himself tremblingly.

He took a deep breath, passed through his throat and into his lungs, and gently exhaled it, and in the smoke, he was teleported into the recovery room by the arena.