Nightmare Attack

With all the advantages, a group of masters from the military and the dark army opened up their firepower. Jiang Cheng saw with his own eyes the body of a man wearing a camouflage vest strangely collapsed inward, and finally disappeared strangely. But a moment later, a man not far away appeared. A master from the Night Watch side with big braids and a sinister face suddenly dropped the weapon in his hand and covered his chest with a look of pain on his face. His chest bulged strangely, then exploded with a pop, and the next second his ribs were exposed. The man in the camouflage vest who disappeared from the flesh and blood climbed out. This scene that completely defied physics was actually staged. The man climbed out of the collapsed body while weirdly recovering. The method was like reversing the collapse process. Do it again.

The human-skinned scholar who made fun of Lin Wan'er was now forced into a dead end. No. 6 Chenran targeted him as soon as he came up. However, this human-skinned scholar did have some skills. He controlled more than a dozen book baskets from behind. The beautiful skin puppet that crawled out of the house actually escaped from Chen Ran's dagger several times. He looked very miserable with scars all over his body.

However, his good luck ended here. No. 2, who was the first to deal with his opponent, also joined the battlefield. Without paying attention, No. 2 controlled the rhythm of the human-skinned scholar. Chen Ran raised his sword and slashed diagonally. Broke one of his legs.

The human-skin scholar screamed and was carried backwards by two human-skin puppets, "Candle Holder! Save me quickly!"

But it was too late. The human skin puppet with its broken back was chopped into pieces by Chen Ran's swords. Then he flew out a dagger in his hand and directly nailed the human skin scholar's other good leg to the ground.

Number 2, who landed next to the human-skinned scholar, didn't give him a chance to speak. After breaking his jaw, he roughly put his hand into his mouth and pulled out his tongue alive.

Then he put his hand on the back of the scholar who was still half breathing. Following a strange rhythm, the scholar's vertebrae began to twist like a snake. The twisting became more and more exaggerated, until it finally penetrated the skin. Came out from the back of the head.

Looking at the string of human scorpions that were still twisting in the hands of No. 2, everyone present was frightened, and the Night Watchman's defense line almost collapsed.

"Okay! Good kill!" No. 8, with a ferocious face, raised the ax in his hand and shouted loudly, wishing he could rush up to skin the human-skinned scholar and kill him.

Seeing that the situation was getting better and better, the old man with a full beard couldn't help but frowned, "Encoffiant, grab a tongue for me and bring it back. I want someone with enough qualifications."

Jiang Cheng also noticed something was wrong. The people on the opposite side were too stable. He was referring to Bingzhuren Xiuniang and others who were watching the battle from behind. The front camp was about to collapse, but these guys were still able to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Soon, a corpse with only the upper body left crawled towards them quickly with its hands.

Jiang Cheng recognized this corpse. It was the opponent he had fought against Wu, the master of Nuo opera who cooperated with the monk who broke the precepts.

This man had died under Wu's sword, and was obviously controlled by the undertaker. The master of Nuo opera crawled all the way to the feet of the old man Quanxu, then stretched out his hand to tear off his own neck, and raised his head high. Pass it to the old man with a full beard.

At least so far, Jiang Cheng has not seen the Quanxu old man use his ability to rank 001. This person is definitely not simple.

The robe that covered the whole body of the bearded old man moved slightly, and then a withered arm that was much longer than an ordinary human arm stretched out from the middle of the robe, lifted the head and put it back inside the robe.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng noticed that the temperament of the old man Quanxu had changed. His two eyes began to tremble, and finally they rolled upward violently, leaving only the terrifying whites in his eyes.

This weird scene didn't last long, probably less than half a minute. The old man with a full beard trembled, and something was thrown out from the gap in the middle of the robe. The thing rolled out a few meters away.

The child's hole couldn't help but shrink, and Jiang Cheng saw clearly that it was actually a wrinkled human head that had been drained of all flesh and blood, and was only a fist-sized shriveled head.

The head's facial features were distorted, as if it had endured great pain. More importantly, he recognized this head as a master of Nuo opera!

"They really have a conspiracy!" Old Man Quanxu also returned to his original state and suddenly opened his eyes, "Boy Jiang, you have to be more careful. This person's memory is not complete, but the Night Watchman has a big conspiracy against you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a person walked out from beside the candle holder. This person had white beard and hair. He was wearing a long gown and a jade belt around his waist. He was holding a book of poetry in his hand, and his gestures were extraordinary.

As Jiang Cheng looked over, the old man of poems and books smiled indifferently at Jiang Cheng, and then gently threw the book in his hand toward Jiang Cheng.

The book grew long in the wind. It seemed to be erratic, but its speed was extremely fast. Fortunately, there was a master sitting beside Jiang Cheng. A strong man with an ancient Han sword on his waist jumped up and cut the book in pieces with one sword.

But a surprising scene appeared. The severed book was broken into little stars, which disappeared into Jiangcheng's eyebrows at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, Jiang Cheng seemed to have his soul taken away in an instant. He stood there blankly with eyes blank, and did not respond to anyone's call.

The sudden change made no one react.

"This is that man's ability. He is a chess fanatic and a closed-door player. Now he is in trouble." Old man Quanxu said.

Although he said this, old man Quanxu didn't show much concern for Jiangcheng, which made Fatty and the others very dissatisfied, "Don't you claim that you have a perfect plan? Why didn't you even calculate this? You just took advantage of us. Use it as a tool!" Fatty learned part of Old Man Quanxu's deeds from No. 13. His abilities were very weird. Even No. 13 didn't know much about it. He only knew that this man was very good at planning. 20 years ago, Xia Tan and others There is also the shadow of this person behind the ability to severely injure the old president.

Old Man Quanxu didn't pay attention to the fat man's questioning. Instead, he explained the other person's abilities to everyone, "This man is nicknamed the Closed Man. He became famous very early. He is considered a master of our generation. His ability is related to chess. He is a great person." An out-and-out chess fanatic, Jiang Xiaozi has been obsessed with playing chess all his life. Now he has dragged him into the world of chess. He can only leave if he beats this person there. "

"If you lose, you won't die, but you will stay there forever, constantly learning chess skills in the sea of ​​books, and becoming a dead chess player. That's why we call this person a closed door with three thousand followers." Weng.”

Hearing that even if he lost to Jiang Cheng, he would not die immediately, Fatty was a little relieved. Now the chance of winning the overall situation is with them. After Zhu Bingren and the others are dealt with, Boss Lin will definitely try his best to catch this closed-door man. , and asked him to release the doctor.

"If you can't let him out, a chess player will be trapped by chess all his life. After all, the closed man is just a puppet trapped in it. Whether he can come out depends on Jiang Xiaozi's own destiny." After the old man Quanxu finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to everyone. His gaze continued to cast into the depths of the black mist in the distance.