Please ask the dream

As the emergency battle scene unfolded, Feng Xue felt confused because the person in front of him...

"You, hand over the seal and work!"

"No, when did this Wangjiang Fantasy become so abstract?"

Looking at the Hongying officer in front of him who spoke Concord (the so-called colonel accent), Feng Xue felt very upset.

There was no way, this guy almost gathered all the stereotypes of Hongying people, colorful hairstyle, fancy useless decorations, inexplicable superiority and standing posture that exuded the aura of "the boss is the boss and I am the second". Even though Feng Xue knew that most Hongying people were not like this...well, it should be said that most of them had at most one of these signs, but when he saw the other party, Feng Xue still recognized it at a glance. This is definitely a Hongying person.

"Don't dawdle. If you don't obey, you'll die!"

"You're out of breath after I told you you're fat, right?" Feng Xue glared at the Shamatte "colonel" and reached out to touch him. Sure enough, he found six seals in his arms. In a bad mood, he thrust out a sword.

"Troublemaker! Troublemaker!"

The Shamatte colonel uttered a stereotypical rebuke, stepped out with bow legs, and a long sword came first, blocking the monologue that was shot like a flying sword with the help of the sharp wooden sword.

duang! duang! duang!

A series of crisp sounds like forging iron, this funny and fierce Shamatte actually burst out with a speed far beyond that of ordinary martial artists. Not only did he perfectly block all of Feng Xue's attacks with the long sword, but he also shortened the distance a bit.

"Interesting."

Seeing this, Feng Xue secretly warned himself not to judge a person by his appearance. Mo Ran shook, and the ink that was originally attached to the sword body was thrown out like splashing ink.

The fierce sword energy forced the colonel to dodge repeatedly, but his figure had already rushed to the front.

Without any pause, the three slashes from the zero frame were slashed from different directions at the same time, accurately blocking the colonel's last escape angle. At this moment, the monologue happened to fly to Feng Xue's side, and with a left hand, he aimed at the red dot on the colonel's chest and stabbed it.

No!

It was obviously about to succeed, but Feng Xue only felt that there were thousands of steel needles in his brain stabbing wildly. The strong sense of danger made his footsteps pause. Before he could evade, the killer colonel in front of him suddenly burst out with a twisted corrosive aura.

The long-lost dizziness swept over, and even the san value that had not been shaken at all when he got the orange source of fear before, fell rapidly at this moment.

"Fuck, a super-large nightmare?! How could such a thing appear on the surface?"

Feng Xue finally realized what he had encountered, and he hunched his body and shouted--

"Red Bean Mud Private Marseille!"

Instantly, the intense light covered the entire field of vision. Feng Xue, who had a chance to catch his breath, stretched out his hand and an old-fashioned tactical radio fell into his hand.

Just as the idea of ​​using it came into being, before he had time to think about how to operate it, the radio quickly emitted a series of noises like radio frequency modulation, followed by a soft but emotional female voice--

"Keep in touch, rescue will arrive soon!"

"Hey, how soon is it! What is the standard of rescue! You f*cking speak clearly!"

Seeing this collection enter the CD, Feng Xue realized that this was not a thing that could be used to call for specific rescue at will, so he stuffed it back into the collection column. Feng Xue calmed down and suddenly released a majestic aura.

The edge of the G·I force field was infected by nightmares without any surprise, but Feng Xue had dealt with nightmares before. The star-like flames burned fiercely on his body, turning the pollution into firewood. At the same time, the figure of a giant bear seemed to emerge behind him.

[Light wave·100,000 lumens·Bear Extreme Sky Radiation]!

The highly compressed G·I particles were ignited by the microcosm, turning into a hot beam of light, gushing out from the small hole in front of Feng Xue's palm.

Like the radiation heat rays spewed by Godzilla, it cut the earth and the sky together.

But...

"Not dead?" Looking at the nightmare that had turned into an amorphous object, spewing intermittent colonel accents, and starting to condense again, Feng Xue frowned. According to the nightmare knowledge learned from Xiao Gu Du, the thing in front of him should be the type that was born from a large number of homogeneous negative emotional resonances, with low intelligence and almost no authority, but high pollution. It was this kind of thing that almost pushed humans to the brink of death.

If we use diplomas to explain the realm, it is the kind of perverted killer who has low education but unexpectedly explodes in combat power.

Feng Xue recalled the nightmare common sense he had acquired from loneliness since childhood, and couldn't help but frowned, while quickly pulling away.

Such exaggerated pollution is not even comparable to those super-large nightmares he had seen before.

"This is not something that can be produced by one or two hundred people having nightmares at the same time!"

While Feng Xue was thinking, his amorphous body condensed into the dress of the Killing Matt Rainbow Sakura Army again, speaking Concord language, waving a saber and killing over.

Knowing that this thing cannot fight in close combat, Feng Xue clenched his hands in vain, and the sound of gunfire followed closely.

A large number of bullets infused with the belief of "destroying the enemy" were swung from the gun barrel. Feng Xue opened the Eye of the Sky and locked the red dot on the target. Although this thing is more like a slime cluster than an individual, with each pouring of firepower, Feng Xue's intuition can get feedback——

The other party is being consumed.

"Is it an illusion? I always feel that when fighting with this thing, there is always a feeling of discomfort..."

Feng Xue shook his palms in vain, and a strong sense of discomfort made him frown.

That feeling is like putting a millimeter thick raincoat on a brother. It is hard to describe.

"How about trying this thing?" Feng Xue reached out and took out two cards. Although there is a big risk to use this ability on a super-large nightmare, but...

Buzz buzz buzz...

Just when Feng Xue was about to make a decision, a strong propeller rotation sound came from the top of his head, and a black shadow covered the sky. Subconsciously, he released his perception and saw a man jumping directly from the hatch opened at the bottom of the helicopter.

However, the question that made Feng Xue hold back his old complaints was that the man...

"Isn't this me?"

While Feng Xue was complaining, the man suddenly turned into ten, and before he landed, the fine rain of bullets covered the nightmare again.

"If this kind of attack was useful, I would have killed it long ago!"

Feng Xue knew at this point that this was the rescue summoned by the tactical radio, but the problem was, how could this level of attack be possible...

"Huh? Why?"

Looking at the colonel who was killed by a round of strafing, Feng Xue turned his head and looked at "himself" with lifeless eyes, and always felt that he seemed to be... being played?

(There is another chapter after twelve o'clock)