"Sonorous!"

The military general stepped forward with his sword, extremely swift and unusual, with a terrifying fierceness;

Su Bai has been going around and around, and has not had too direct contact with the other party, since the broadcast has chosen such an opponent as the first opponent in his punitive story world, he is obviously hesitating, or rather, the broadcast is actually waiting.

Although I don't know why, at least Su Bai knows that the broadcast is now the same as himself, a little apprehensive, and a little uneasy, this does not need to know the reason, because the reason may not be on him at all, and therefore, Su Bai also made a favor, since the broadcast wants to wait to see the final result of the situation, then he will delay a little more time, and wait slowly together.

It's just that this opponent seems to be missing a tendon, and he keeps attacking himself, and he can't be too serious, in case he kills this guy and forces the broadcast to have a second more powerful opponent, then it's really not necessary.

Because of this, Su Bai gradually had some more injuries on his body, but Su Bai didn't care too much about it.

The figure retreated again, and the opponent's attack was once again dodged by himself, Su Bai reached out and gently touched the wound on his arm, and the wound healed quickly, leaving not even a trace.

And the military general in front of him rushed over again, he was a puppet, a tireless puppet;

There was not a single spectator in the empty stands around it, but it also created an oppressive atmosphere.

The battle seemed a little boring, and fortunately there were no spectators around, otherwise they would definitely boo Su Bai's fighting style of swimming but not attacking and dodging around.

"Buzz!"

The general's sword stabbed diagonally again, this time Su Bai did not completely retreat but took a step diagonally, pressed down with one hand, and directly buckled the opponent's iron sword, and then rushed forward, and his shoulder hit the opponent fiercely.

The martial general flew out, and his iron sword fell into Su Bai's hands, and Su Bai danced a few sword flowers with the iron sword, looking at him coldly.

Sure enough, the military general rushed over again, he had no reason, no sense, no fear, no feeling, he was like a single program to execute orders, only knowing what he had to do.

Su Bai thought of the method that Hills had demonstrated in front of him in the place of enlightenment, and at the moment he held his sword back and forth to block the opponent's fist and foot attacks, and then relied on his own strength to fight back again and again, this military general was pumped out by Su Bai again and again, and then quickly got up again and again to charge again.

This made Su Bai feel a little tired and a little bored, but he still suppressed his urge to kill this guy with a sword, Su Bai was not afraid of death, but wanted to make his death more valuable, his second brother once told him that he missed his parents very much underground, so Su Bai was happy to take Su Yuhang and his wife to the underground family reunion.

The military general is still persevering, but although his strength is good, compared with the body that is almost a bug under a big guy like Su Bai, he obviously does not pose any threat, and his injuries also began to slowly decline in Su Bai's volleys again and again.

Just when Su Bai began to get a little tired of this kind of perseverance and duel, there were suddenly more figures in the originally empty stands around him.

Originally, Su Bai thought that the broadcast was boring, so he set up some audience backgrounds to liven up the atmosphere, but soon, Su Bai found that these audiences were a little special.

Those who lacked arms and legs, and didn't even have heads, stood there one by one wearing shabby armor with broken soldiers in their hands, and their number was constantly increasing, and soon, except for the two thrones in the highest position of the main stand, the rest of the stands' positions had been filled, and Su Bai probably guessed their identities from some people with armor and even hair buns that were relatively well preserved.

This bunch of spectators is all Qin Bing.

Then, the one who is fighting with him right now should be a Qin general.

Su Bai didn't know what the purpose of the broadcast was to play this hand, just to disgust himself?

It doesn't seem to be really disgusting, even if he knows that the person in front of him is General Qin, even if he knows that the people standing in the stands around him are all soldiers of the Qin State who died in the battle against the broadcast, it really has no effect on him Su Bai.

He didn't feel guilty, nor did he owe the slightest, of course, Su Bai still had some admiration for the Qin soldiers of that generation in his heart, but admiration couldn't be eaten.

Qin Jiang's hands were lowered, his body was slightly bent, in the battle with Su Bai just now, he had exhausted his physical strength, but Su Bai had not fought back seriously, so he was not dead, although the injury was more serious, he still had the strength to fight.

Su Bai looked at him, his eyes also looked at Su Bai through the loose bun, and the two of them looked at each other, without any sparks.

He is a clone, Su Bai knows very well in his heart, although the clone of the broadcast has a thinking mode that is not inferior to the subject, Su Bai has seen the clones of the blood corpse of his own monk and the fat man before, they are actually no different from the deity, but the one in front of him is obviously a little special, including these Qin soldiers in the stands around.

They died in the final madness more than 2,000 years ago, and it was their mental will and physical body at the moment of their fall that were clones on the air.

They don't have the ability to think, or rather, they're a bunch of lunatics in a state of final hysteria.

General Qin adjusted his body, and then rushed over again, this time, his speed was nearly twice as slow as at the beginning, Su Bai stood still and didn't move, when he came over, he reflexively knocked it to the ground, and then the iron sword was pierced by Su Bai into the left side of the opponent's lower abdomen, nailing it to the gladiatorial arena entirely.

Qin Jiang grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and desperately wanted to pull it out, he wanted to continue fighting, he wanted to continue fighting, but the iron sword was instilled with Su Bai's strength, and Qin Jiang, who had little strength left, could only struggle uselessly now.

After all, Su Bai is not a fat man or a monk, they can completely make a formation to trap this guy, but Su Bai has to squeeze him to exhaustion before he can "settle" this guy.

Now, it's not time to kill him.

This is a punitive story world, but the broadcast obviously didn't intend to kill himself directly, which gave Su Bai a lot of room for reverie, he wanted to live, not for himself, not for the little guy, he wanted to live to see the day when Su Yuhang and his wife fell from the radio chair.

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together!

No blood will be shed, no truce will be fought!"

The Great Qin war song began to be heard from the surrounding stands, and once upon a time, I don't know how many Qin soldiers sang this war song to meet batch after batch of audiences.

And now, this war song is sounding again, but it is full of ironic sadness.

They are dead, but they are still clones of the radio as a plaything for fun, and for the first time, Su Bai has a disgusting feeling about the so-called fun of broadcasting.

"Old Qin............ Let's go to ............"

Qin Jiang, who was pinned by Su Bai with the end of the sword, raised his head directly and slammed into the end of the sword as if he could not bear the humiliation.

"Poof......

There was a sound of flesh and blood splitting,

The head of this Qin general flew directly away from his body,

He's dead.

The death made Su Bai a little surprised, originally speaking, Su Bai had no intention of humiliating him at all, but Su Bai's behavior and the fact that he was pulled away by Su Bai again and again made his brain fall into a dead knot.

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated.

This made Su Bai a little helpless, and he didn't know what to say, at that moment, the general's body began to slowly evaporate, and even the iron sword began to disintegrate.

The fence that had already fallen over there slowly rose up at this time, and the fence on the west side, which had not been moving, was also raised at this time.

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Is it two against one?

Su Bai thought to himself.

"Main quest one, kill the other two duelists;

After the completion of Main Mission 1, Main Mission 2 will be released."

Su Bai received such a task.

At the same time, a person came out of the shadow behind the other two fences, one of whom was huge and fat, looking like a mountain of meat.

The other is athletic, similar to the perfect body of that Mr. Bodybuilder.

When they came out of the shadows, Su Bai suddenly realized in his heart,

Yes, too,

This is in line with the idea of broadcasting fun.

So, isn't it going to wait any longer, or is it already sure of the outcome?

Su Bai looked at the position of the two empty thrones on the high platform in the distance, and at this time, an incense appeared in front of the throne, and the incense was burning, which should be the time limit.

On the other side, the fat man and the Buddha walked out slowly, both with a little wry smile on their faces, if it was before, the radio to make a story world even if it was a punitive story world would be a little bit cheeky, but this time, it was really done too thoroughly.

", is this looking down on the fat man, the radio is determined that I can't fight you alone? Do you have to pull a Buddha to be my partner? Dabai, my task here is for me to kill you with the Buddha in that time of a stick of incense, and then we can get a reinforcement on your body at will.

Hahaha, broadcast this is that you treat it as a bloody corpse, and the waste is really thoroughly used. ”

The fat man laughed as he spoke, but he laughed and laughed, he couldn't laugh, he took out a rune paper in his hand, hesitated for a long time, looked at the incense, and then threw the rune paper directly on the ground, stretched out his feet and stepped on it, and said a little lowly:

"Dabai, it's not me who coaxed me, but I really can't see any hope of winning............"

The fat man raised his head again, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at Su Bai, looked at the Buddha again, and asked:

"Shall we fight?"