Master the Dream World

The lone ranger in secret could only say a numb egg, and then quietly retreated.

"Haha, Liu Yang did a good job, and those brothers who died are rewarded." Luo Yuanpeng arrived.

Everyone now knows that hunting skeletons regardless of loss is for the million strands of spiritual energy. As long as they kill a large number and get a million strands of spiritual energy, all losses can be made up.

In a little time, the dead Liu Yang and dozens of newcomers reappeared here at the Skeleton Camp, and they played with Luo Yuanpeng and others before going to attack the next Skeleton Camp.

Everyone had forgotten about the death, because Luo Yuanpeng had used a lot of spiritual energy to supply them.

"By the way, how about the monkeys? Where is there really a large zombie gathering place?" Luo Yuanpeng asked.

"Don't worry, Brother Luo, my brothers and I have already inquired about where it is relatively remote. Few people go there, and we don't have to worry about someone coming with a oriole." The monkey said with certainty.

"Brothers, it's up to this one to eat the fragrant or green vegetables in the future. As long as we destroy this camp of more than 3,000 zombies, it will be victory."

The people below are also very excited at the moment. Today, a thousand monsters have already been wiped out. Now, if we wipe out this more than 3000 camp, it should be a good thing to get the first place.

The first place is a million spiritual energy. If our team gets a million threads of spiritual energy, each person will have an average of 1,000 energy rewards.

However, this average has a great effect on the teams in the third-tier combat power list. Players of other levels should have 50 to 100 strands of energy a day.

Luo Yuanpeng had spent his money for the spiritual energy, spearmen, shield soldiers, archers, and snipers, all the things that were basically in the mall were equipped once, and they were armed to the teeth.

More than a thousand combat players, that is not a small force, in reality, everyone can be a kind of soldier, just know how many skills.

For rich combat players, don't you exchange martial arts theory first, and martial arts moves are in your brain?

When one kilometer away from the large zombie camp, Luo Yuanpeng lined up like a general.

All the sword and shield soldiers stepped forward twenty steps, and with a sound of a draw, hundreds of tall players took their shields and walked to the forefront.

There are no tanks for sale in the mall, but you can use shield soldiers to block bullets shot by zombies.

In the second column, the first ten steps of the archer's hand, the slamming arrows slammed, and hundreds of healthy players walked out.

In the third column, the spearmen stepped forward five steps, and there was another sound of an old man, and five hundred spearmen came out.

When Luo Yuanpeng had just set up his team, thousands of zombies rushed out quickly and neatly, and the team was not messy at all, no worse than human players.

"Are those human players finally here?" the zombie lord, code-named 0,053, thought secretly.

For the zombie lord of the team, killing human players is their mission. From the moment they are born, they know what their mission is.

"The cavalry zombies go out and shoot the players ahead freely. This is your mission. Only by completing our mission can we have the meaning of existence." Zombie Lord said.

Roar!

A round of bullets covered Luo Yuanpeng's position, and a wave of ripples radiated from the shield, resisting the bullets that came in extremely fast.

"The sword and shield soldiers are advancing at a high speed, the archers are supporting them with firepower, covering the cavalry zombies on the opposite side, and the spearmen maintaining a good formation." Luo Yuanpeng commanded a team of more than 1,000 people skillfully.

A rain of arrows covered the zombie team, and a wave of attacks killed dozens of ordinary zombies and seven or eight cavalry zombies.

They know the information of the zombies clearly, and they are very skinny like ordinary bicycle tires, and it is difficult to break the defense.

Being able to kill zombies now shows that our strength is not weak, and it also means that zombies are not as strong as imagined.

Although you are not afraid of death, you are afraid that you did not earn enough spiritual energy before you die. If you don't earn it, you will only lose. Spiritual energy represents strength, and no one wants to lose so much spiritual energy in vain.

"The archer keeps shooting and don't stop, the sword and shield player advances at speed." Luo Yuanpeng shouted loudly.

That sword and shield, you are faster, so why are you afraid of death? Talking about you, do you still watch? Not hurry up to keep up? "——Luo Yuanpeng roared in the distance.

When the forest grows up, everyone has them. It’s not like this happened once or twice in my team. All of them are playing cleverness, preserving their own strength, energizing others to die, and not dying themselves, but they don’t know the consequences of doing so. ?

no no--

They know that their strength can be regarded as the backbone of the earth consciousness space, and they think that they can destroy the team when necessary. Often, they not only did not destroy the team in the end, but also dragged the team.

There is no shield on the zombie side to resist damage. After each wave of bows and arrows, the zombies are in chaos. In this way, after Luo Yuanpeng shot five or six waves with the zombies, a hundred second-level sword and shield soldiers were instantly mixed into the zombie team. When the hand lifts the knife and falls, a zombie head rolls down.

After a gap was opened, the spearmen behind were like hedgehogs, piercing the spears forward neatly, neatly, and the heads of each zombie were pierced.

The sword and shield soldiers stirred up a huge wave in the zombie team, which caused the zombie team to be unable to integrate for a long time, and gave the spearman a great opportunity.

At this time, the archers also put away their bows and arrows, took out a brick, aimed at the zombie's head and smashed it, and the huge force smashed the zombie's head to pieces.

The hidden sniper in the distance also killed the selected target at a time for sniper killing.

Luo Yuanpeng and others used their tactics very well, but the strength of the zombies was not weaker than that of each of them, and the number was several times greater, and the two sides were inextricably killed.

Especially when a hundred swordsman and shieldmen kill the zombies, it is simply a slaughter. When the blade passes, it either breaks the arm or breaks the leg, and it hurts when touched!

The spearmen in large-scale battles are also very powerful. As long as there are zombies approaching, there will be several spears in an instant, and even ten spears will attack the past. No zombie can withstand the attack of nearly ten spears.

The protracted battle, so that the sword and shield soldiers like tigers could not suffer, and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

The zombie lord, code-named zero fifty-three, sorted out the only three hundred cavalry zombies after the initial chaos and withdrew from those teams.

The zombie lord roared loudly, and three hundred cavalry zombies ran quickly, shooting around the chaotic team, and players were shot to death from time to time.

"When Luo Yuanpeng sees this place, is it still worth it?"

If you don't stop the cavalry zombie, your team will be destroyed in an instant. ——

Right now Luo Yuanpeng rushed towards the cavalry with the most elite players.

Ten first-level life forms, and twenty third-level combat power trusted players, rushed into the cavalry zombie team.

The combat power of the first-level life forms is very powerful, even facing five or six cavalry zombies alone, they can also guerrilla and annihilate them.

Ten first-level life forms, and twenty third-level combat power players, faced the three hundred cavalry zombies without fear, but showed an expression of excitement.

In their eyes, death is not terrible. It is a good harvest to kill three hundred cavalry zombies.

Two teams that were not afraid of death collided in an instant, and the sword and shadow became the theme song of death.