Nightmare Attack

There were dark clouds overhead, and everyone tightened their weapons. The smell of gunpowder on the scene became stronger and stronger, and the war was about to break out.

"kill!

"

Accompanied by a heartbreaking cry of killing, dozens of people from both sides rushed out at the same time, like two torrents colliding hard together.

Wu, the old general Yan Can, Master Shui, Empress Dahe and others holding stone sticks took the lead. The men and horses of the night watchman on the opposite side also took up their positions. For a while, the scene became extremely chaotic, with roars, screams, and swords and axes clashing together. The sounds of people being killed were mixed together with the sounds of flesh being split open. The scene was not only bloody, but also weird. Everyone present was not only weird but also high-level disciples. The weird methods were completely beyond the limits of ordinary people's imagination.

Because of the fat man, Jiang Cheng noticed the old beggar very early. He squatted down near the edge of the battlefield calmly, took out a tachyon from his arms, and tapped the broken bowl in his hand with the tachyon. While shouting hard, the scene was so chaotic that Jiang Cheng couldn't hear what he was shouting at all.

A woman wearing An Army clothes noticed the old beggar and rushed towards him. But in the next second, the old beggar raised Kuaizi and pointed at the woman fiercely. No other movement was seen. The figure of the An Army woman suddenly changed. There was a pause, and then he fell to the ground, his body soaked in blood.

Then, a bloody thing suddenly appeared in the old beggar's broken bowl. Tang Qisheng's bloody eyes could see clearly that it was a still beating heart.

"This person's methods are weird and he may harm some of my generals again." Mr. Jingde, who was dressed as a storyteller and had a serious tone of voice, suddenly spoke.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the situation reversed in the next second. The soil under the old beggar's feet began to squirm. Countless vines broke out of the ground and crossed each other to form a cage to strangle the old beggar. However, the old beggar reacted very quickly and threw away the hundred-pin clothes. Finally, he was as slippery as a loach, barely able to escape from the cage. Before he could take a breath, a dark figure appeared behind him and cut him in half with a knife. After killing this person, he was also from the dark army. The master turned around and rushed towards another opponent, fighting fiercely with a dwarf on crutches.

Different from the previous performance where he was short of energy, the monk who broke the precepts was surprisingly strong. He cooperated with another master who was ten feet tall and wore a Nuo opera mask. For a while, he was on par with Wu.

Similarly, Mr. Shui, who had killed one person and seriously injured another, was noticed by the opponent, and corresponding experts were sent to deal with it. Under the siege, there was a faint tendency to fall into a disadvantage, and dangers were everywhere for a while.

"Although this Wu is tyrannical, if he fights one against two, he will probably be killed."

"Master Shui has rich experience in fighting enemies, but he is more of an evader. When it comes to head-to-head combat, it is even worse than nothing. I am afraid that over time, the chances of success will be low, and it is not impossible to be seriously injured by a sneak attack."

The fat man was about to explode when he heard Mr. Jingde's words. His friends were all fighting in front of him. The old man was cowering here, shaking his head and making sarcastic remarks. He was also making sarcastic remarks that would make other people's ambitions undermine his own prestige. "I said What are you talking about? They can't do it. You can't do it if you don't like them! You're just shaking your head like a human being. You're such a good storyteller. How can you defeat those people on the other side?"

Even though No. 13 was blocking him, Fatty didn't get used to Mr. Jingde's problems, even though the opponent's number was 005 and he was the absolute core figure in the team.

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng, who was watching the battle, realized something was wrong. After Mr. Jingde said these words, the situation seemed to have changed. The monk who broke the precepts and the master of Nuo opera who had been cooperating well were suddenly disrupted and were unable to seize the opportunity. A knife cut off the right arm of the Nuo opera master, and Mr. Shui also broke through the encirclement, and even avoided a sneak attack from behind by some mistake.

The masters on the opposite side seemed to have noticed Mr. Jingde and cast vicious glances at him. The monk who broke the precepts even cursed and said some greetings.

Jiang Cheng looked at Mr. Jingde in surprise, who had closed his mouth. There was sweat on his forehead, but his waist was still straight, "What kind of magical power is this? Do you follow your words?" But what Mr. Jingde said seemed to be correct. It was an irony. The most obvious one before was the old beggar. He just praised him and was killed next. This was somewhat flattering. Jiang Cheng suddenly realized that Mr. Jingde's nickname was Storyteller.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the old man Quanxu, but the old man had no intention of explaining at all. He just shook his head slightly. Jiang Cheng could feel that it was not that he was unwilling to explain, but that it was unspeakable. There seemed to be something mysterious in it.

"Here we go again..." Lin Wan'er frowned sharply. She saw someone else walking out of the black mist not far away. This scene made Jiang Cheng's heart skip a beat. He originally thought that the number of people was his own. Dominated, but now it seems that the opponent still has a trump card that they haven't shown yet.

"What is that black mist?"

"The details are not clear, but old man Quan Xu has calculated that the old president is hiding in it. Now the old president has been seriously injured one after another and needs time to recover. The black mist connects the different worlds in the ghost car. What you see Most of these people were strong men who died in this car." Lin Wan'er's explanation was concise and to the point.

This time, nearly 20 people walked out of the black mist. The battle situation that had just stabilized began to change again, and the pressure on everyone increased sharply.

"We can't continue fighting like this. They have a steady stream of support, but we only have these people. If we fight them all, we will be finished." Although Jiang Cheng didn't know any tactics, he could still understand the most basic principles and situations.

"It's not busy. Summoning these people will also consume the strength of the old president, and...our winning hand is not here." The old man Quanxu said calmly.

Jiang Cheng looked behind him thoughtfully. When he first arrived, he noticed that at the end of the team, there were five men wearing camouflage uniforms. The one who was protected in the middle was tall and burly, with behind him A huge backpack covered with a tarpaulin. The backpack was boxy and looked wrong. "Is it related to that thing?"

"Um."

"What on earth is that?" Jiang Cheng was no longer curious at this moment. He urgently needed to know the truth. He knew that these people would never break in recklessly, and this team must have a trump card that they had not revealed.

"It is a secret weapon, developed specifically for the old president, but it must be pushed to a close enough distance, so we are also looking for opportunities."

Recalling the terrifying strength of the old president, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but worry, "Secret weapon? Can it be useful?"

"It works. Someone has verified it for us 20 years ago." Lin Wan'er took a deep breath and slowly looked at Wu who was still fighting fiercely.