The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

The method of revenge for the true master of Moyu is very simple.

He inserted a temporary resurrection crystal directly under the ass of the star mage, and then rushed towards the battlefield.

Claudia couldn't hold back.

"I can be resurrected!"

This is the answer of the True Monarch who is fooling around.

At this moment, a priest was fighting with cnbaizhu, and the flashing lightning scepter was swung so vigorously that there were even whistling sounds in the air.

But cn Baizhu, the captain of the demon player, was not in vain.

The spine spear in his hand collided with the priest's scepter frequently, and the movements of the two were almost as fast as afterimages, and only a continuous "clang" sound of weapons being exchanged could be heard.

"Brother Priest, I will help you!"

Moyu Hunben Zhenjun let out a roar, and rushed over with a long sword and a sliding shovel desperately.

cn Baizhu was in an inextricable fight with the priest.

He only felt that he was wrestling with a giant bull demon in the Raging Blood Wasteland, and even the power of the priest was greater than that of the giant bull demon.

Is this the priest of Winter City?

It's almost like saying he is a berserker.

He was already struggling, but there was a shout in his ear, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Master Moben rushing towards him with a shovel.

cn Baizhu cursed secretly for not talking about martial arts, and forcefully pushed aside the priest's scepter, intending to get rid of the sixth son who is a real master of Moyu first.

It is difficult for players to change direction when using the sliding shovel skill.

This is also a headache for all fighter players, because the final effect of the sliding shovel is no different from giving it for nothing.

cn Baizhu is very aware of this.

So he guarded the priest with a spine gun in one hand, and while dodging, he took out a big knife from the backpack with the other hand, and blocked the direction in which the fish-hunter Zhenjun rushed.

After about a second, his big knife only needs to be moved down, and the true master who is a fisherman has to roll to resurrect and resurrect!

However, what surprised him was.

Moyu Hunben Zhenjun suddenly took out a handful of things he was very familiar with from his chest.

Gunpowder gun!

"Bah—!"

The recoil of this gunpowder gun is really big enough.

Moyu Hunben Zhenjun didn't deliberately control it, which also caused the speed of his shovel to stagnate, and the bullets fired from the gunpowder gun also poured into cn Baizhu's face.

The sudden shot sent CN Bai Zhubeng flying out.

The blood bar dropped more than half in an instant.

"Good job!"

The priest uncle gave a thumbs up to Moyu Hunben Zhenjun.

To be honest, the strength of this demonized person is still very strong.

Mainly, the devilish energy on his body made him very uncomfortable when he was attacking.

The power conduction on his body seemed a little blocked, if he continued to fight, it was very likely that he would not be able to fight.

The arrival of Moyu Hunben Zhenjun can be said to have solved the urgent need.

"This is my newly developed skill, the perfect combination of warrior sliding shovel and dwarf technology, I call it - the ultimate sliding shovel gun fighting technique that seems to be given for nothing but actually kills you if you are not prepared!"

"Don't you think you are awesome with dwarven muskets?"

cn Baizhu tenaciously got up from the ground.

Second time!

He vaguely remembered that he also encountered such a sixth child when attacking Most City.

It was agreed to single out and show marksmanship, but suddenly he took out a musket and collapsed him.

What the hell is coming again now?

This can be tolerated! ?

Fortunately, he was not killed by the bullet this time.

Although his face hurts, the powerful recovery ability after being transformed is quickly repairing his wounds, and what he has to pay is only a temporary 20% drop in maximum health.

cn Baizhu looked around, since the star magician joined the battle, their demonized players quickly fell into a disadvantage.

There are so few smart people who want to get close to the star mage to tear down this "light prism tower", but the soldiers under King Winter's command are not fools, and have already formed a human wall near the star mage.

The tide is gone.

Now on the edge of the battlefield, there is still Moyu Hunben Zhenjun, a shit-stirring stick who is not afraid of death, and their demonized players have no chance of winning.

But cn Baizhu didn't panic at all!

He slapped his chest, and the entire chest cavity opened with a "crack", revealing a beating heart and neat ribs.

He calmly pulled out one of his ribs, then broke the rib with a click, then lifted it up, pointing to the sky.

"Whoosh!" A purplish red mist of blood spurted from his ribs, shooting straight into the sky like wolf smoke.

"Unexpected! Jie Jie Jie!"

"We abyss demon players put flares in our ribs, as long as we are given a chance, we can call our teammates, no matter where they are!"

cn Baizhu smiled ferociously and proudly.

However, Moyu Hunben Zhenjun was a little puzzled by this wave of taking off his pants and farting.

He looked at cn Bai Zhu who had lost a lot of blood again, and asked suspiciously:

"Don't you guys have a team channel?"

"Team formation channel?" cn Baizhu was taken aback.

He found that he hadn't used the team channel for a long time.

The communication with other demonized players has gradually changed from channel chatting to direct communication in Abyssal language.

Even when he wanted to ask for help, the first thing he thought of was not the game team channel at all, but the flesh and blood flare hidden in his ribs.

How could it be like this!

Isn't he a player?

The strange disobedience in his heart made CN Baizhu hug his head in extreme horror.

He squatted on the ground and screamed heart-piercingly.

The expression on the face kept changing, crying for a while, laughing again for a while, and the sharp teeth "creaked".

"Jie jie jie... woo woo woo..."

"Hee hee... I see, I did this to enhance the sense of substitution in the game, to become stronger, there is no other reason at all."

cn Bai Zhu stood up slowly from the ground.

His purple-red face was still twitching slightly, and the movements of his limbs seemed a little uncoordinated, like a baby who just learned to walk.

One eye looked straight ahead normally, but the other eye turned up frequently, revealing pale whites.

He opened and closed his lips, crying and laughing, and murmured strangely:

"I'm a demon... No, no, I, I'm a player... I'm a player? I'm a demon... a player! A player? A player... a demon..."

Moyu Hunben Zhenjun and the priest looked at each other, they cautiously approached this abnormal-looking demonized player, their attention was highly concentrated, and the weapons in their hands were firmly clenched.

"kill!"

Sudden.

The epileptic CN Baizhu screamed.

His upturned eyeballs were almost to the extreme, and finally his dull pupils were fixed on the face of Moyuhunben Zhenjun.

He laughed.

The corner of the mouth was split to the root of the ear.

"Kill you all, and I will know what I am... Jie Jie Jie... Be, become my food!!"