I'm killing crazy in the horror game world

It looks like a victory, but it’s not!

Wang Zun did not dare to relax at all. On the contrary, he became increasingly heavy.

Those ghosts are still there, which means that Fang Xiaoxiao has not disappeared. The two coexist, and Fang Xiaoxiao is the source of those ghosts.

call!

Yan Wei took a deep breath from the cigarette and exhaled it slowly. His blood-stained eyes trembled, and a little blood dripped down. He was covered in blood, as if he had climbed up from a pool of blood, and his aura was unparalleled.

He combed his slicked back hair and grinned, very arrogantly.

"Boy, have you seen that behind your uncle's back, you can always be at ease?"

Yan Wei smoked a cigarette and carried an iron rod, arrogant, confident and arrogant.

It has to be said that Yan Wei is terrifying and intimidating. His other personality is so crazy that even the red-eyed and red-robed fierce ghost does not look down upon him.

A real mortal dares to compete with ghosts.

"Mother……"

At this time, the fragments of the clown puppet on the ground suddenly came together and spliced ​​together to form a new clown puppet, which lay on Fang Xiaoxiao's body and kept shouting.

Although the shouts were full of worry and sadness, Wang Zun could see that there was a ferocious smile, a strange face, and a crazy expression on the clown's face.

Yan Wei didn't care about that much, and he couldn't think about that much. In Madman's Apple, there were only things he wanted to do, and there was nothing he couldn't do.

He went up and hit him with a stick, and the clown puppet was smashed into pieces again and scattered all over the floor.

"Little Zha San, crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant."

What Yan Wei did made Wang Zun's eyes twitch, because Fang Xiaoxiao, who was like flesh on the ground, had already stood up and returned to his original position, staring at Yan Wei's back with his blood-red eyes.

Anger, pain, madness, violence, murderous intent...

Yan Wei once again smashed her "son" in front of her.

How could she endure it?

Yan Wei just turned around, and what came into view was Fang Xiaoxiao's ruthless and cold face. The murderous intention was almost substantive, flowing on her face.

"cough!"

Yan Wei was also startled, coughed out a puff of smoke, and hit Fang Xiaoxiao in the face.

"That... that... I am teasing your son, do you believe it?"

Wang Zun:(′?_?`)

When Yan Wei said this, even if he was a lunatic, he didn't even believe it, let alone Fang Xiaoxiao.

boom!

What Yan Wei did was a complete lunatic, and he suddenly slapped Fang Xiaoxiao in the face again.

The iron rod hit Fang Xiaoxiao's face, but it didn't cause any disturbance. Fang Xiaoxiao remained motionless, without even frowning.

Instead, she raised her hand and grabbed Yan Wei's neck, her blood-red face full of murderous intent.

Yan Wei could not sit still and wait for death, so he smashed the iron rod crazily, as if he was crazy.

Wang Zun was not idle either, dragging the ghost hammer and swinging the ghost vine, he also rushed forward.

Mo Yu stopped, the cold wind blew her red hijab, her green and white eyes gradually narrowed, her body was moving, as if she was preparing for something.

Wang Zun stretched out his hand, and the ghost vine pierced Fang Xiaoxiao's chest, wrapped around her body, and tried to pull her away.

However, Fang Xiaoxiao's body is like a huge mountain, which is difficult to shake.

Wang Zun pulled him and rushed behind Fang Xiaoxiao. With one move of his ghost hammer, he hit Fang Xiaoxiao on the side of the head with all his strength.

Bang.

Bits of ghost blood flew out, and Fang Xiaoxiao's head was smashed with a crack, but it still couldn't shake her in the slightest.

"My fork, is it so hard?"

Wang Zun hit Fang Xiaoxiao with two more hammers, but he still couldn't shake Fang Xiaoxiao. The gap was so huge that it was unimaginable.

at the same time!

Fang Xiaoxiao squeezed Yan Wei's neck so hard that it was deformed. With a click, Yan Wei's head immediately dropped, without the slightest breath.

"Uncle Yan!"

Wang Zun's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it. He used all his strength and struck hard.

Fang Xiaoxiao raised his other hand and blocked Wang Zun's hammer. It was easy and had no impact at all.

Wang Zun:(；゜0゜)

Wang Zun was confused. Is the red-eyed, red-clothed ghost so powerful?

Fang Xiaoxiao glanced at Wang Zun lightly with his bloody eyes, threw it away with his hand, and threw Yan Wei out as if he were rubbish. Yan Wei didn't know whether to live or die.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xiaoxiao turned his hand and grabbed Wang Zun's neck. The ghost vine stabbed out with unparalleled ferocity. However, Fang Xiaoxiao's hand shattered the ghost vine easily and strangled Wang Zun's neck in an instant.

.

I fork!

Wang Zun struggled and threw a handful of lime powder at him. Fang Xiaoxiao just blew it gently and the lime powder disappeared, and the strength in his hand tightened little by little.

"Hey!"

Xiao Ling suddenly jumped back, biting Fang Xiaoxiao's arm with a sharp knife, pulling wildly, and green fire seeped out, burning her hand.

Xiao Ling was already scarred and bruised, with wounds all over his body, and cotton was about to fly out.

However, Fang Xiaoxiao just raised his eyebrows slightly, grabbed Xiao Ling and threw her out.

at the same time!

Zhu Jin came up, slashed the butcher's knife dripping with blood, and struck Fang Xiaoxiao's arm, making a deafening collision sound.

Fang Xiaoxiao's arm seemed to be a piece of steel, and the bloody butcher knife failed to hurt it at all.

Fang Xiaoxiao just narrowed his blood-red eyes, shook his arm, and Zhu Jin flew out with his sword, falling into the group of ghosts, and was submerged by the ghosts.

"Mom, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, tear them apart, tear them apart..."

Only one head of the clown puppet is intact, and it is still bewitching Fang Xiaoxiao.

"Son, be good. Mom will tear them all into pieces right now. Mom will never let you suffer again. Mom will protect you no matter what!"

The clown doll's voice stimulated Fang Xiaoxiao, making her even crazier and more terrifying.

The power in his hand is getting stronger and more terrifying. Wang Zun already feels suffocated, feels the breath of death, and feels the god of death waving to him.

He saw the clown puppet reassemble itself again, showing a proud smile and a ferocious laugh.

He saw Xiao Ling, Zhu Jin, and Da Tou being overwhelmed by countless ghosts and struggling among the ghosts. They tried to save themselves, but they couldn't escape.

He saw Yan Wei twitching and struggling on the ground, half dead.

Gui Teng was beating Fang Xiaoxiao hard, but the effect was minimal and useless.

Wang Zun wanted to open the black earthen jar, but the black earthen jar was far away from him and out of reach.

The ghost-skin armor doesn't work either. The ghost-skin armor works only when the ghost's attack hits the body. Wang Zun is currently being choked by Fang Xiaoxiao, and the effect of the ghost-skin armor cannot be triggered at all.

"die!"

Fang Xiaoxiao shouted ferociously, and used force on his hands to strangle Wang Zun's neck!

This is also the time!

Two figures suddenly appeared, one on the left and one on the right, grabbing Wang Zun's hands, dragging him out of Fang Xiaoxiao's hands, and then throwing him back.

Wang Zun rolled for a while before he stopped. His neck hurt. When he looked up, he was startled.

The two figures that suddenly appeared were actually two Mo Yu.

Doppelgänger?

split into two?

Wang Zun was shocked. At the same time, two Mo Yus attacked Fang Xiaoxiao, one on the left and one on the right, leaving no space at all.

Is this Mo Yu’s ability?

It seems that the strength of the two Mo Yus has not been reduced at all, and they are still half-step Qingyan's strength.

The strength of two half-step blue eyes is equivalent to that of a complete blue-eyed and red-clothed devil, right?

However, Fang Xiaoxiao is a fierce ghost with red eyes and red clothes.

However, Mo Yu's attacks are very fierce. The blood-colored ribbon shoots, wraps, pierces, collides, and attacks. Mo Yu's blood-colored ribbon can transform into various attacks, which is dazzling, but its lethality is not weak at all.

At the same time, Wang Zun came to Yan Wei, and his appearance was also terrible, twitching and half dead.

Wang Zun took out a Blood Spirit Pill and asked Yan Wei to take it. He didn't know if the Blood Spirit Pill had any effect on people, but it didn't hurt to try it anyway.

Unexpectedly, the effect was pretty good. Yan Wei's blood-red eye opened immediately, and a violent aura filled the air.

He didn't say anything, picked up the big iron bar and rushed forward.

Wang Zun controlled the ghost vines, dragged the ghost hammer, and entered the group of ghosts, dragging Zhu Jin out alive.

Zhu Jin was no better than that. He was covered in scars and could hardly hold the butcher's knife.

Wang Zun stuffed him with a Blood Spirit Pill, and his injuries were half recovered in an instant. He was once again vigorous and vigorous, and he went to kill him.

Wang Zun stuffed a blood spirit pill into both the big-headed and small-headed spirits, giving them the strength to fight again.

The big head was the worst. The poor child's big head was smashed out of shape and twisted. Even the king couldn't bear to see it.

Of course, he wanted to laugh a little.

The three partners blocked the surging ghost swarm and also gained a lot of benefits. They absorbed the enemy's power and their strength increased silently.

Wang Zun took a breath and looked back at another battlefield. Two Mo Yus, with blood-stained eyes and majestic eyes, were attacking each other crazily.

Yan Wei became more and more courageous as he fought, his bloody eyes trembled and spurted out streams of blood.

The two Mo Yu were also terrifying, with flying bloody ribbons, no worse than swords and axes, one on the left and one on the right, killing with no expression on their faces.

The wounds on Fang Xiaoxiao's body were increasing, and he was forced to retreat, but he was very calm and did not panic at all.

The clown doll watched from the side, screaming in pain, and the mother's screams kept stimulating Fang Xiaoxiao's nerves, making her even crazier.

Can this be tolerated?

Of course not!

Wang Zun touched it, and when the clown doll found him, he was already behind it, condescending, eyes shining, staring at him.

"you……"

Before the clown doll could finish his words, the ghost hammer had already hit it hard.

boom!

The clown puppet fell into pieces and scattered all over the floor again.

Wang Zun didn't want to give him a chance to regroup, so he chased after the clown puppet's head and hit it again.

"mom……"

Before the clown doll could finish speaking, its head had been smashed.

Fang Xiaoxiao looked back and saw that he was completely crazy. He screamed in the sky, his bloody clothes were spread out, his eyes spurted blood, and he slapped Yan Wei away.

"Fuck..."

Yan Wei was speechless, "Okay, why are you irritating others?"

"son……"

A cry of pain!

Fang Xiaoxiao grabbed one of the Moyu and tore it into two pieces, tearing it into pieces like a paper man.

Seeing this, Mo Yu didn't dare to resist, and tried to retreat, but Fang Xiaoxiao was faster, grabbed her, and smashed her to the ground.