Players Please Respect Yourself

In the live broadcast screen, a sand sculpture player with [Shenlong Huaxia Descendants] on his head was wearing the thickest steel armor, did not hold any weapons, completely abandoned conventional output, and started a Chinese and Western charge against a black-robed death messenger. The tnt explosive fuse on the back is quite eye-catching.

For love\u0026peace (love and peace)!

Gang Zhen, it seems that a crappy enemy like him, Mr. Death Messenger can fight a hundred of them without breathing.

However, beyond the expectations of the messenger of death, when a black sword ignored the physical defense of the armor and plunged straight into the guy's chest, there was a loud bang.

This sick guy turned into a large crabmeat version of a fragmentation grenade on the spot, blowing up hundreds of dollars.

This is no nonsense, the fragments of the metal armor added to the crabman's carapace are replaced by human soldiers, and it is estimated that there will be no living people within a radius of 30 meters.

Not an accident!

Of course, the huge explosion couldn't kill the death messenger, it only killed the player. The point is...it doesn't seem to have been extracted [Dead Matter]?

Meow meow meow! ?

Big players can't calm down anymore!

Ah! Aww-wow! The messenger of death was obviously injured, and he let out a wail that was neither human nor beast. All the players, including Wang, who watched the screen, saw this scene through the live broadcast of the biu station——

The death messenger who was seriously injured, not only his arm, but also the brow of the visor, was really trying to launch the collection of [dead matter] against the [Heir of Shenlong Huaxia] who couldn't even put it together.

It failed!

No one needs to remind, the players have already started to speculate.

[Ignorance is power]: Wait, is that guy unable to collect [dead matter] from too tragic corpses?

[Chu Jiayun]: You'll know if you try it.

This guy notified very calmly—the second group of the kamikaze squad will come to me.

Hmm, Kamikaze boarded the plane when he was high before leaving.

These guys are purely hilarious!

Free America, shoot every day— [Battle of Panic] roared the slogan that the blind chickens gathered together, and rushed directly to the messenger of death.

This time, the opponent was prepared.

Obviously, that guy was definitely not a serious knight when he was alive, because he threw out Xiao Li's mother's throwing knife. The hook-shaped throwing knife, which looks a bit like a claw knife, draws a strange arc, and it almost cuts the throat of [Battle of Panic].

But... Believe me, under normal circumstances, there will not be any country that is willing to use its elite as kamikaze soldiers, and sand sculpture players who are not afraid of death can do so.

[Battle of Panic] At the critical moment, he straightened his waist and leaned back a lot, like a certain iron king of the nba who turned four-legged and three-armed, and suddenly made a kneeling motion, dangerously Hid the past and entered the explosion zone.

Feeling that the fuse was about to go out, this guy also made a sideways movement to increase the power of the explosion.

boom!

The Messenger of Death was really hurt this time, unlike the chaotic [? ? ? ] State, the player saw this guy's blood bar for the first time.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!

Blood strip!

Go to the duck! Fuck him to death!

In the name of Elune!

A group of teasing chickens yelled, and immediately more sick guys silently carried TNT gift bags on the periphery.

[Drunk Asuka] With affectionate eyes, looking in the direction of [Yanhuang City]: Ah! My dear Xue Lilu, when you receive my message, I have probably already gone. Please don't miss me ,I……

This guy hadn't finished his 'last words' when he was slapped on the back of the head by [Dark Black Bitter Tea Master]: Damn it, you're the only one who plays too much! You can't do it! You can't do it!

Up, up, up! Up now!

The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the strong men will come back again and again!

right!

These bitches are addicted to playing!

The huge gap in strength makes ordinary players often unable to take the move of the death messenger.

Players soon discovered that as long as they were fragmented enough when they died, the opponent would not be able to absorb [dead matter] by recycling the corpse.

That problem is easily solved!

The guy who is not sure not to give it away is banned by the player spontaneously.

A large number of Zaun players even formed a blockade. Whoever dared to charge indiscriminately was immediately sprayed so that he could not take care of himself, and lost his mother on the spot.

On the other hand, the more powerful guy, who is not likely to be caught by the second when he goes up, initiates a self-destruct charge, and it is confirmed by the system that as long as he does not give away indiscriminately, the deduction of points and experience will not be much.

The blood bar of the death messenger was definitely deducted.

Finally entered the beheading stage.

The strongest player made his move.

[Awkward Chat Wushuang]: Look at my tornado blowing the parking lot——

A gust of wind swept away, blowing away a large number of pieces of meat. This is to prevent the opponent from suddenly lowering the lower limit, and to get [dead matter] through minced meat!

[Little Angel of Heigu] A javelin in the head: Look at me [Immortal Guidance]!

[Chu Jiayun]: Look at my [Tai Chi Diagram]!

[Knife Slashing Nameless Ghost]: Look at me... Huh!? Grass! Has it died?

That messenger of death looked really miserable. One hand was blown away, and one leg was blown to pieces at seven or eight joints, with only a few rotten muscles remaining. It is a trace of the corrosion of holy water.

He has already fallen to the ground, and even in the player's voice channel, there are sick guys playing the Japanese song Flower of Hope, which means coolness.

Players are a very safe bunch.

Uh, to be precise, they saw that the health bar still had single digits left.

Several kitchen knife bosses looked at each other, rushed forward like lightning, and dumped 1024 yuan on the spot without saying a word.

Be safe! Chop up!

good!

Think about it, how about grinding flour?

good!

A group of guys have brought [Ping a to kill the enemy, big move to whip the corpse] to the extreme, not to mention, they are actually working purely based on the blood bar.

What they didn't expect was that when they were doing this, they happened to be seen by a powerful scout from Emperor Yan's Legion and recorded it.

When this information was passed to Rachel, Rachel's expression was wonderful.

Originally, there was finally a team on the side of the Guardian that could fight against evil, and it should be a blessing, but she found that she couldn't be happy, and even felt her stomach tumbling. Her complexion was so bad that she almost became a black-faced god.

What evil creatures! These creatures are the cancer of the world!

Indeed. Deriya put Rachel's shoulders to comfort her: We must pay attention to the overall situation.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Rachel gasped heavily, and after a violent ups and downs of her full chest, she finally calmed down a little: Let's go! Find the Abyssal One!

She made up her mind—the wicked need to be tortured by the wicked!

The Abyss Legion is the sharpest and most terrifying double-edged sword in her hands!