Doomsday: I have one more keyword than others

"Why are we so unlucky to meet such a ruthless person as Feng Qi? Everyone who has been mixed up forcibly has no peace, and I am convinced."

"Whether there is Feng Qi or not has nothing to do with me. As a man, I am assigned a keyword like virtuous, and everyone in the simulation field is just as unlucky. Now I am thinking that the Qiao family can kill Feng Qi and let me be in the simulation field." Enjoy a few more days..."

"We both suffer from the same disease, and my key word is lingering."

"It's not impossible for the two of you to play together..."

"Go away, what's so proud of you being funny?"

...

Outside the demon camp of the Qiao family.

Listening to the strange conversation inside, Doug felt a black thread.

This moment.

He finally had a full understanding of the unreliability of keywords.

Compared with lingering and virtuous, Wang San's sickness can indeed be regarded as a very high-quality keyword.

It's really a game of luck.

He turned his head in circles for a long time, and he didn't know how a man should bring out his tenderness and virtuousness to the extreme!

No wonder Feng Zhong said that some of the trash keywords should be eliminated.

Before, he thought that no matter how useless keywords were, they could still play a little role.

Now it seems that he really thought too much, some keywords are so rubbish that no matter how hard they try, they won't work.

A batch will be eliminated after the seizure, and a batch will be eliminated due to various reasons after the seizure. These people with garbage keywords are not eligible to compete for rankings...

After all the calculations, it is estimated that there will be no more than 100 people in the simulation field of 3,000 people who are really qualified to participate in the final competition.

Can such an unfair simulation field be designed to really select talents?

...

"Seventh brother, what are you doing inside?"

Feng Zhong lowered his voice and asked.

Successively conquering Huashan, Taishan and other sects, the territory of the peacekeeping gang expanded, and Duge's attributes improved a lot.

However, the five senses and the like have not been greatly improved.

It should be due to the limitations of human organs, and those who limit the five senses can improve so much.

The three of them did the experiment.

Duge's hearing can cover a radius of 1,000 meters, and he can even distinguish the location by listening to the sound.

But Wang San, who is second in the simulation field, has a hearing range of only 200 meters.

Feng Zhong is similar to Wang San, which should be the reason why their attributes are close.

The gap between them is as much as five times, and they still can't achieve accurate listening and positioning like Doug. I don't know why?

Du Ge didn't ask in detail, it's better to keep some secrets in your heart.

so.

At this time, Du Ge is a human-shaped bug, and the sound he can hear is not heard by the two of them.

They couldn't hear it, let alone those who were ranked lower on the other side.

"It's nothing. There are indeed some garbage keywords in the demon camp. This place should be kept as bait, and useful people should be in another place." Duge whispered.

"How rubbish it is, let us have fun with it." Feng Zhong said with a smile, "Every simulation field, there are always many such unlucky people. No matter how good their grades are in school, it is useless to be assigned a rubbish keyword , Fate tricks people!"

"It's just keywords like virtuousness, lingering, hardship, and fragility." Du Ge said.

"That's really garbage." Feng Zhong was stunned for a moment, and said, "There is garbage every year, and it's different every year. It doesn't matter if you get a garbage keyword in the simulation field. In the alien battlefield, you randomly get such garbage Key words, that is really fatal, I pray that luck will always be with me!"

"..." Wang Sandao, who had been silent all this time, "Seventh brother, let them go! Anyway, they can't make much trouble, let them enjoy the simulation field for a while longer!"

"Everyone inside wants us to die." Du Ge said.

"..." Wang San hesitated, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyelids lowered, "Then let's kill him!"

The three of them were about to make a move when Doug suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zhong asked.

"We don't need to do it anymore." Doug said.

The two asked questions.

"Look at the ranking." Doug said.

Feng Zhong and Wang San quickly clicked on the personal panel.

Then.

The two were stunned at the same time, the number of people in the simulation field was dropping rapidly. In this short period of time, they had already dropped from 127 to 115, 108, 103...

Almost every second a change.

"What are they doing?" Feng Zhong was stunned.

"Create blame, brush attributes." Duge could clearly hear the movement inside, and immediately gave the answer, "There are two people in total. When one of them made a move, one didn't move. It should be the field controller, and the other People are imitating me, attacking from behind. Tomorrow, the news of Feng Qiye's attack on the Heavenly Demon Camp will probably spread from the Qiao family."

"Fuck." Feng Zhong scolded.

Duge shook his head: "Doing this can arouse the feeling of hatred among other players, force the wandering players to form a group with them, and also make everyone in the Jianghu sects of the Beggar Gang feel insecure, increase patrolling, and serve multiple purposes. Some useless trash players died."

"Brother Seven, the guy's key words must have something to do with viciousness and killing." Feng Zhong said.

The voice did not fall.

Duge had already rushed out, and his figure was hidden in the night, and the two hurriedly followed.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.

At this time, the person who can be sent to increase attributes by killing people must be an important person in the opponent's team, and he cannot be allowed to escape.

...

When Duge was 80 meters away from the demon camp, the man guarding the camp gate reacted with a panicked expression, and immediately warned the police: "Feng~~Qi~~come~~here~~come~~help~~ I~~"

He spoke very slowly, and while speaking, he turned and ran towards the camp at the same time.

The turning motion is similar to that of a sloth.

The moment he opened his mouth, Duge's body sank, and his lightning speed dropped tenfold, and he could even see his running body clearly with the naked eye.

It was miserable for Feng Zhong and Wang San who were following behind him. After their swiftness was reduced by ten times, they ran like normal people jogging.

"Slow~dull~" Feng Zhong's face changed suddenly, "Seven~brother~, hurry~kill~he~, his~close~key~word~ is slow, purely a battle auxiliary keyword..."

"I~like~like~you~, baby~baby~~don't run away!" Wang San said at the same time using Jiao Zhi's fear.

But both of them only spoke half of what they said before returning to normal.

Because the guy finished turning around and exposed his back to Duge, he jumped over in a jiffy, pierced his heart with a sword, and reaped his life.

Before the man died, he turned his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with disbelief: "How can you be so fast?"

"Because you don't know how high my attribute is!" Duge gave him an explanation, pulled out the long sword with his backhand, and looked at the guy in the camp who killed people with the sword.

The man stood among the corpses on the ground, his eyes were red, and he looked at Doug with a shocked expression on his face: "You have not been slowly suppressed..."

The words are not finished.

Duge had already flashed in front of him, stabbing with his sword.

The slowness of the door taught Doug a lesson.

The keywords are weird, one can kill one less one, and the other party has summoned more people, maybe some outrageous derivative skills are born in this group of people!

A tyrannical breath emanated from the opponent.

A trace of fear rose in Duge's heart inexplicably, as if standing opposite him was a demon who killed countless people.

this moment.

He seemed to understand the feeling of those who are terrified of being coquettish.

The fear brought by the other party should be different from Wang San's, at least he didn't want to escape.

The other party exudes a strange aura of looking down on everything, if you dare to make a move, I can tear you into pieces.

Blessed with this aura, he dodged the sword that Doug stabbed at his heart, and slashed at the top of Duge's head with the sword. heavy.

sharp!

Cruel!

It was as if a violent storm had rushed towards Doug.

"Good brother, how can you kill people here?" Wang San's sad voice sounded at the right time, the man was inexplicably flustered, and the tyrannical aura was interrupted immediately, Du Ge slashed at his long sword with a sword. sword.

next second.

The golden light flashed, already cutting his throat.

"Front is okay?" The man looked at Duge, uttered a few words with difficulty, fell to the ground unwillingly, and was eliminated.

"Brother Seven, we're at the right place. We even have a battle group, and if we give them time to grow, we might really be able to turn things around." Feng Zhong stood beside Duge, sweeping towards the corpse on the ground, with a serious expression on his face.

There is only one female contestant left in the demon camp.

She looked at the corpses on the ground, then at Feng Qi, sighed sadly, raised her hand, and smiled: "Feng Qi, my key word is embarrassment, can I live? I can sleep with you, I can also provide you with information!"

Is it the way you use keywords to put sleeping companions before providing information?

It is indeed embarrassing enough!

Duge glanced at her and asked, "How many people are there at the Qiao family?"