My Virtual Game

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"Huaxia Empire, I'm back again..."

Under the sun, on the top of the mound, Xin Zhao was isolated, looking at the beautiful earth in the distance. In his eyes, there was happiness, nostalgia, and reminiscence, like a wanderer who had been away from home for a long time, and finally returned to his hometown.

At this time, Xin Zhao also saw the crowds under the soil **** like ants, with countless players, and those who were yelling frantically and rushing towards him.

Xin Zhao didn't know that he had become the subject of a reward at this time. Seeing so many people killing himself, he was a little confused, but he also discovered that these people are not strong enough. Compared with his own projection, Like fireflies and Haoyue, there is no comparison.

"I just came back, do you want to kill..." Xin Zhao looked at the player who was about to rush up, his face was cold, and he played a beautiful spear with a loud sound, and was ready for battle.

"Kill, kill the chrysanthemum letter!"

The players shouted to kill the sky, getting closer and closer to the top of the slope. Gradually, Xin Zhao heard the words they shouted clearly, most of which were calling him Huaxin Xin.

This made Xin Zhao stunned.

"Chrysanthemum letter? I don't like Chrysanthemum?" Xin Zhao couldn't understand what he had to do with Chrysanthemum, but at this time there was no time for him to think about it. The player rushing in the front had already approached him.

At this time, Xin Zhao also saw the expressions of those players. There was excitement, excitement, fanaticism, and worship. This reminded Xin Zhao of the soldiers who worshiped him in the German League. He was a little surprised. The Chinese Empire had its own. Admirers, what surprised him even more was that these people who worshiped themselves even clamored to kill themselves. [Zero↑nine△small↓say△net.09xs.]

Xin Zhao was a little puzzled. Seeing what the expressions of those who adore themselves looked like, but wanted to kill himself, could it be that he was too good? Even these admirers can't stand it anymore?

Although I don't understand it, it is true that these people want to kill themselves. Xin Zhao's eyes are cold, and the corners of his mouth show a scornful smile.

"Only action can explain everything. Want to kill me? Just relying on you, is not enough?"

Seven of the players who rushed to Xin Zhao first came from the south, because just now the player Xie Yang caused others to climb the dirt **** from here, and then there were other players who rushed up the dirt slope, but they have not yet rushed. Come up.

When the seven people came to the top of the slope, they looked at Xin Zhao, who was in silver armor and looked cold, and their faces became more excited. After a short period of hesitation, they screamed and rushed up, as if an old bachelor who had been single for a long time saw it. Like a big naked beauty.

"Chrysanthemum letter, take my spear."

"Xin Zhao, your chrysanthemum has been deprived according to law."

Although he didn't understand what they were talking about, Xin Zhao felt that it was not a good thing, his face became colder, and he raised the bright silver spear in his hand and swept a shot at the seven people who were coming.

"Rabbiters, die!"

A silver light flashed, brushing seven times, the seven players had been swept by the spear, and a long wound appeared on each of their chests, blood was splattered, and their robes were dyed red.

The seven players were stunned. They opened their mouths and looked down at the long and narrow wound on their chest in disbelief. They all fell to the ground with a few bangs. Before they died, there was only one thought in their minds, worthy of being a chrysanthemum. Believe, the big gun is playing 6.

Xin Zhao swept just one lightly, and he immediately stunned seven people, causing the players who saw this scene behind to **** in the air, staring at each other and stopped in place. The blood that had just been full of blood was instantly extinguished, and even some players wanted to turn around. Backed down, after all, the death penalty is so heavy now, it is very painful to die once.

However, when these players turned their heads, they were horrified to find that there was no way back.

This soil **** is cone-shaped. The space becomes smaller as it goes up, and the players are getting more and more crowded. Behind these players, it is already crowded with players, and further behind, there are more players rushing up. So, not only could the players in the front group couldn't retreat, they even had to rush forward under the push of the players behind.

Seeing Xin Zhao getting closer, these players were a little bit eager to cry without tears, and regretted their intestines. They hated how they rushed up at the top for a while. Now they are in a dilemma.

There are still some people who hate the player who rushed up just now. If it weren't for him, they wouldn't have rushed up there, but after a scan, these people didn't find the player.

"The ambition to be in battle, there is death but no life, ah!" Xin Zhao suddenly roared, holding a spear to bring infinite suffocation, and actively greeted the crowd of players who were frightened. The faces of the players who could not retreat were scared. .

"Brother Xin, Master Xin, if you have something to say, don't do it."

"Lord Xin, I am your loyal fan, don't kill me!"

"what--'

The player looked horrified and shouted for mercy, but Xin Zhao was merciless, his face sinking like water raised his spear and swept it, and suddenly screamed, and no one survived the spear~www.wuxiaspot.com~instantly More than ten people were killed in seconds.

Although the rest of the players were a little scared seeing this scene, they knew that there was no retreat at this time, and their fierceness was stimulated one after another.

"Why, you can't retreat, then fight with him."

"If you die, you won't really die. I'm afraid he will be an egg, **** him!"

"Yeah, **** him, he's only one person, we have so many people."

"Kill him, explode the artifact!"

The players behind are still pushing forward. These people in the front gritted their teeth and screamed at Xin Zhao frantically. They were also killed if they were sitting and waiting to die. It would be better to take a fight. If you kill Xin Zhao, you don't need to hang up , Maybe you can get the reward of this event.

"Huh? Your life, in my hands, no one can break through my gun." Xin Zhao smiled disdainfully, and the spear in his hand was wielded like a phantom. None of the players who came up could approach him and leave him again. One or two meters away, he was swept by a spear, fell to the ground, died, and disappeared into white light.

Xin Zhao at this time is like a meat grinder, and the players are like meat being filled into the meat grinder, which is instantly crushed. No one can take a shot of Xin Zhao, whether it is an early mortal. , Or in the mid-term, or in the later period.

"Oh my god, wasn't the player Feng Qing just now? He is a master of the late mortal stage, able to single out the existence of the little boss, he can't even hold a shot in Xin Zhao's hand."

Another group of players rushed up and looked at Xin Zhao, who was invincible, like a **** of war. They were shocked, but under the squeeze of more players behind, they could not help but rush forward, no matter how they yelled back Unable to stop the crazy players behind, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and pounce on Xin Zhao, and in the end they were all killed, following the footsteps of the previous batch.

Then, the next batch... (to be continued.)