"Kill!"

Hundreds of thousands of players slammed together like a swarm of bees, while a lone group was at the center of the chaos, crowded with players all around, and even more so in the sky, where players flew straight into the air as soon as they fought, after all, the crowded grasslands could not allow them to exert their full strength.

All kinds of skills and temperament blew up the grass dust, the roar was endless, the grass clippings flew wildly, and the temperament was as dazzling as fireworks in the air, shaking the space.

In terms of the number of players, there are still more American players, even if there are Asian players sharing the pressure, Shan Luo and others are still attacked by a steady stream of American players, which makes them a little caught off guard, but they can still move forward unscathed.

"Ma Dan! So many people! ”

Mo Yu scolded while following behind Shan Luo, and then he raised his right hand, and in an instant, a bazooka as thick as an adult's thigh and nearly three meters appeared on his shoulder out of thin air, and the cold sword behind him almost hit the bazooka, but the situation was urgent, and Leng Jian could only admit it aggrievedly and didn't say anything.

The tone is condensed, the mind moves, and the fire opens!

With a bang, a red flame the size of a basketball suddenly erupted from the bazooka, and the flames directly engulfed the dozens of American players on the right side of the single fall, screams and screams one after another, like hell on earth!

Shan Luo glanced at the silent words behind him and said, "Be careful, don't kill people, otherwise be careful that the water meter will be checked in reality." ”

Hearing this, Mo Yu smiled indifferently, and Shan Luo didn't say much, and the group walked forward in the violent sweep of the red flames.

"Woohoo!"

Vines tied up the three American players like pythons and threw them away, pulling the screen down. I saw that Ai Qing'er, dressed in white, was controlling the vines formed by Wen Qi to resist the attacks of the players around her, and her purple-red hair was as delicate as a flower on the vine. Attracted a lot of attention and the reason why so many American players came to attack her. Its appearance accounts for at least four of the reasons.

"There are so many of these white devils, it's annoying!"

Ai Qing'er thought impatiently, but she had fallen into the center of the battlefield, and it was difficult to escape, so she had to fight.

"Boom-"

A deafening explosion suddenly sounded, Ai Qing'er subconsciously turned her head to look, only to see a black-haired monster spilling out of the sea of people, it was nearly ten meters tall, like a werewolf. Hideous, with a white-robed American player standing on his shoulder, a blood-colored scythe engraved on his chest.

It is the summoner of the Death Guild!

Under Ai Qing'er's slightly panicked expression, the werewolf crushed in her direction like a tank, crashing and even trampling many players along the way, including Asian players and American players, and it was extremely ferocious.

"Roar!"

Soon, the werewolf came to the grass ten meters away from Ai Qing'er, and the corpse of a player was still under his feet. Such an act is a clear violation of a federal decree.

The surrounding players retreated one after another, leaving Ai Qing'er alone to face the huge werewolf like a small mountain, looking at this terrifying body, Ai Qing'er's face was also full of solemnity. She really wanted to fly into the air, but the battle in the air was even more intense, and with her strength, she was looking for death.

"Humph!"

After a snort. Ai Qing'er stretched out her hands fearlessly, and six vines the thickness of an adult's arm flew out from under her feet in an instant. It was like lightning stabbing at the werewolf, almost in the blink of an eye. Six vines trapped the werewolf's feet and waist, respectively.

"Huh?"

The white man standing on the werewolf's shoulder was shocked, he had short blond hair, his facial features looked very rough, and his figure was also very burly, when he saw Ai Qing'er, he was stunned and then his eyes flashed with fiery color, obviously he had evil thoughts about Ai Qing'er.

"What do you see, be careful that the old lady blinds you!" Ai Qing'er frowned and scolded after feeling the white man's eyes, how could she not know that kind of look after staying in the text era for so long.

The game of Text Era has no legal constraints, and even the Federation cannot infiltrate the game system to query player information, so many players who can't suppress their inner desires/desires often do unconscionable things to some female players, and they only need to wear a mask to cover up a qiē.

Although it is just a game, the sensory aspect is not at all different from reality, and many victims are psychologically traumatized, but many more choose to hide a qiē, after all, it is not honorable to say it.

However, the Chinese Army Guild once released a declaration to formulate game laws, and as a guild created by the army, they are still very convincing, so players are also looking forward to the Chinese Army Guild returning the game to a bright future.

"Little girl, her temperament is still very strong, come, let Uncle Ben cool you!"

The white player looked down at Ai Qing'er and joked, how could Ai Qing'er not hear the teasing meaning in her words, and suddenly her chest rose and fell with anger, and her eyes were about to burst into flames.

"How do you want to die?"

At this moment, a cold voice came into the white man's ears, and before he could turn around, his chest was suddenly pierced by a hand, blood splattered, and the lewd/smile on his face instantly froze, and he turned his head to see a handsome face that made his soul flutter.

"Aluo!"

Ai Qing'er looked at Shan Luo on the werewolf's shoulder and behind the white man in surprise, only to see Shan Luo's right hand running through the white man's chest, his face was cold and chilling, and his scarlet eyes were full of anger.

Shan Luo does not allow anyone to bully his loved one, even in words.

"The next time I meet you, you will still die until you die in reality!" A cold voice fell into the ear of the white player, and as soon as the words fell, he kicked the white player in front of him with a sudden kick.

The sound of artillery fire filled the surrounding space, and the dazzling smoke from the explosion rose from behind the solitary fall, and the last image of the white player who fell to the grass was still high up in the eyes of the demon god before he died.

"Ding! Kill Joyo, a player from the Americas! Gain 1 XP! Karma plus 76! ”

As soon as Joyo died, the werewolf he summoned instantly shattered into smoke and dispersed, and Shan Luo also fell from the air and landed in front of Ai Qing'er, seeing this, Ai Qing'er happily threw herself into Shan Luo's arms, rubbed his chest vigorously and said, "You are finally here, I miss you so much!" ”

This sentence I miss you so much instantly melted Shan Luo's cold heart, and just as he wanted to speak, Leng Jian's anxious voice broke the warmth of the two.

"Boss, don't be sweet, hurry up and take your sister-in-law away, those white people are starting to go crazy!"

At this time, Leng Jian and his party were blocking in one direction, resisting the attack of the American players, but Shan Luo found that the faces of those American players were full of determination and madness, obviously they were all planning to break the boat.

This continental battle is about the glory of the two continents, although Shan Luo and others can't look down on it, but it is very important for other players, their relatives and friends are watching it in front of the TV!

The that blows out must be cashed in! (To be continued......)