Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1726 Storytellers

Dark clouds hung over their heads, and everyone clenched their weapons tightly. The smell of gunpowder at the scene became more and more intense, and the war was about to break out.

"kill!!"

Accompanied by a heart-piercing cry of killing, dozens of people from both sides rushed out at the same time, like two torrents colliding fiercely.

No, the old general Yan Can holding stone sticks, Master Shui, and Empress Dahe took the lead, and the night watchmen on the opposite side also took up positions. The scene became extremely chaotic for a while, with roars, screams, and knives and axes colliding together The sound of the body being split and the sound of the body being split were mixed together. The scene was not only bloody, but also weird. Apart from being weird, all the people present were high-level disciples, and the weird methods were completely beyond the limit of ordinary people's imagination.

Because of the fat man, Jiang Cheng noticed the old beggar very early on. He squatted unhurriedly near the edge of the battlefield, took out a chopstick from his arms, and beat the broken bowl in his hand with it while working hard. yelling, but the scene was so chaotic that Jiang Cheng couldn't hear what he was yelling at all.

A woman wearing dark army clothes noticed the old beggar and rushed towards him, but the next second, the old beggar raised his chopsticks and pointed at the woman, but there was no other movement, and the dark army woman froze. , and then fell headlong to the ground, soaked in blood.

Then, a bloody thing suddenly appeared in the old beggar's broken bowl. Tang Qisheng's bloody eyes could clearly see that it was a still beating heart.

"This person's tricks are weird, and I'm afraid he will hurt some of my generals again." Mr. Jingde, who was dressed as a storyteller, raised his tone and spoke suddenly.

But as soon as the voice fell, the situation reversed in the next second. The soil under the old beggar's feet began to squirm, and countless vines broke through the ground, intersecting each other to form a cage to strangle the old beggar, but the old beggar reacted very quickly and threw away the patchwork coat Afterwards, he was as slippery as a loach, barely able to escape from the cage, and before he could catch his breath, a dark figure appeared behind him, and cut him in half with a knife. After killing this person, it was also from the dark army The master turned around and rushed to another opponent, fighting fiercely with a dwarf on crutches.

Different from the previous performance of short integrity, the strength of the monk who broke the precepts is surprisingly strong. Cooperating with another master who is one foot tall and wearing a Nuo opera mask, he was even comparable to Wu for a while.

Similarly, Master Shui, who had killed one person and seriously injured the other in a row, was also noticed by the opponent, and corresponding masters were sent to deal with it. Under the siege, there was a faint tendency to fall into a disadvantage, and there was a sudden danger.

"Although this Wu is tyrannical, but with one against two, he may be cut off by the horse."

"Master Shui has rich experience in fighting the enemy, but he is more of a evasive technique. When it comes to head-to-head fighting, it is even worse than nothing. I am afraid that after a long time, it will be very dangerous, and it is not impossible to be seriously injured by a sneak attack."

Hearing Mr. Jingde's words, the fat man was about to explode, his friends were all fighting in front of him, and this old man huddled here shaking his head and making sarcastic remarks, and they were all sarcastic remarks that made others' ambition destroy his own prestige, "I said What are you talking about? They can’t do it, you can’t do it if you don’t like them! You’re shaking your head here like a human being, and you’re still a storyteller, can you tell those people on the other side that you’re so capable?”

Even if No. 13 stopped him, Fatty didn't get used to Mr. Jingde's problems, even though the opponent's number was 005, he was the absolute core figure in the team.

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng, who was watching the battle situation, realized that something was wrong. The situation seemed to have changed after Mr. Jingde said these words. He cut off the right arm of the Nuo opera master with a single knife, and Master Shui also stood out from the encirclement, and even avoided a sneak attack from behind by accident.

And the masters on the opposite side seemed to have noticed Mr. Jingde, and cast a sinister look here, and the monk who broke the precepts even cursed, and there were some greetings in his mouth.

Jiang Cheng looked at Mr. Jingde who had closed his mouth in surprise. There was sweat on his forehead, but his back was still straight. "What kind of supernatural power is this? You can follow what you say?" It was an irony. The most obvious one before was the old beggar who just praised him and was killed immediately.

He retracted his gaze and turned to look at the old man Quanxu, but the old man didn't mean to explain at all, he just shook his head slightly. Jiang Cheng could feel that it wasn't that he didn't want to explain, but that he couldn't say it. There seemed to be something very mysterious in it.

"It's coming again..." Lin Wan'er frowned sharply, and saw another person walking out of the black mist not far away. This scene made Jiang Cheng's heart suspend again. He originally thought that the number of people was from his own side. It has the advantage, but now it seems that the opponent still has a hole card that has not been sacrificed.

"What is that black mist?"

"I don't know the details, but the old man has calculated it. The old president is hiding in it. Now the old president has been seriously injured one after another and needs time to recuperate. The black mist connects the different worlds in that ghost car. What you see Most of these people were strong men who died in this car." Lin Wan'er's explanation was concise and to the point.

This time, nearly 20 people walked out of the black mist. The battle situation that had just stabilized began to change again, and the pressure on everyone increased sharply.

"It won't work like this. They have a steady stream of support. We are just these people. If we run out, it will be over." Although Jiang Cheng doesn't know any tactics, he can still understand the most basic principles and situations.

"Don't be busy, summoning these people will also consume the strength of the old president, and... our winner is not here." The old man Quanxu said lightly.

Jiang Cheng looked behind him thoughtfully. When he first arrived, he noticed that there were five men in camouflage uniforms standing at the back of the line. The one who was protected in the middle was tall and burly. A huge backpack covered with a tarpaulin. The backpack is boxy and looks wrong. "It has something to do with that?"

"Ah."

"What exactly is that?" Jiang Cheng was no longer curious at this moment, he urgently needed to know the truth, he knew that these people would never barge in rashly, and this team must have not shown their cards.

"It's a secret weapon, specially developed for the old president, but it must be pushed to a close enough distance, so we are also looking for opportunities."

Recalling the terrifying strength of the old president, Jiang Cheng couldn't help feeling a little worried, "Secret weapon? Can it work?"

"It's useful. Someone already verified it for us 20 years ago." Lin Wan'er took a deep breath, and slowly looked at Wu who was still fighting fiercely.

(End of this chapter)