Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

The wind is long.

The dragon is soaring in the dark sky.

It made a long dragonfly, spanning a few dozen times.

The music doesn't stop.

The melody is getting more intense.

Gu Qingshan stood in the middle of us and sweated every movement.

No matter which direction he looks in, or which nod of the undead nod, waving to the undead, or even just a look

Those rushing to the dead suddenly dropped their weapons, and fell into the river of death, but they were repelled by the river and squatted on the sea.

The undead body muscles and hairs were completely dispersed, leaving only a bone, devoutly kneeling in front of the dance company.

The more undead that rushes up, the more undead will be in front of the dance troupe.

In the sound of the dragon, the scream of the flames suddenly sounded:

"Retreat! Retreat! Don't enter the scope of that dance again!"

Atley followed and read: "All the undead, don't attack for the time being, give me back all!"

The light flames are still not at ease, followed by a big shout: "He can't use all the power of the dance now, all exiting the kilometer!"

Under the orders of the two, the undead have stopped and no longer tried to attack.

In addition to the white bones in front of the dance troupe, the other undead quickly exited beyond the kilometer.

Gu Qingshan looked at this scene, and his heart was slightly regrettable.

I thought that I could transform all the undead, and I couldn’t think of a comprehension opponent.

This flame of flame suddenly saw the weakness of this dance.

Yes, the dance group only skipped a warm-up dance and immediately started a formal dance, so the preparation was not sufficient.

At the moment, this formal dance is only the first layer of the dance, and even the dance of the gods is not counted.

They are the first time to jump, and they can't play the full power of the dance.

So the range of influence is only a kilometer distance.

Gu Qingshan looked at the undead who had withdrawn, and suddenly asked: "Ms. If I raise the level of dance, then attack them."

"It's too hard," the hoarse voice rang: "The hits can indeed be transformed... but the distance is too far, you can't reach them, and secondly you need a lot of willingness to inspire the power of the dance, then you still have to keep dancing normally. Got an error."

"understood!"

Gu Qingshan looked sharply and made a snap to the sky.

The dragon of death got a hint, immediately stopped the dragon, and released a roar:

"I will use the supreme spell to destroy the war like this!"

It began to sing the spell: "Come on, your group of garbage in front of the dragons, with the power of my dragon, immediately deprive you of all the will!"

In the dark ocean, countless light spots vacated, entangled, flying, circling in the sky, rushing to the clouds, around the dragon body.

These are the willingness to be instant!

The real power of the death dragon is here. It does not require any reaction from others to make the spell take effect and force a force from others.

The dragon passed through the layers of clouds and flew over the dance ensemble, hovering.

Its whole body shines like a presence in ancient mythology.

Gu Qingshan nodded secretly as the music twisted his body.

This dead fat man is really powerful, screaming for such a long time, a long breath, the complete release of the dragon curse, but also to tell others, in fact, they are actually ready to cast spells.

In this way, when others see those who are willing to fly in the sky, they really think that he is casting a spell, but ignore the long sound of the previous one.

and many more

Gu Qingshan suddenly recalled that in the historical records of many civilizations, when the dragons appeared, they liked to send dragons in the sky.

It turned out that this group of goods was already in the opening.

Just thinking, I saw the radiant sneer, and loudly ordered: "All the undead, you all left me outside the scope of the dance, now only to wait for his dance to end, we can go up and tear them!"

Gu Qingshan returned to God and looked around.

The undeads all retired, and now the dance is really useless.

He flew a look at the dragon of death.

The dragon of death returned a look.

Immediately, a magnificent waterfall of light appeared in the sky.

The infinite light that wandered around the dragon fell from the sky, and rushed into the body of Gu Qingshan.

On the interface of the God of War, I hope that the value of the madness will skyrocket.

All the music in the void suddenly stopped.

Gu Qingshan settled.

All the dancing shackles settled.

The invisible power revolves around the dance troupe, exuding the shreds of soft whispers, but it is unclear and unclear. It is like there are countless unknowns. It is revolving around the dance troupe and expecting their next dance.

Gu Qingshan suddenly said: "The more blood, the more dance, the more we try to kill and die, thinking that we are holy."

This is the announcement of the dance of the Deathmatch, and the whole dance begins to change.

With the words of Gu Qingshan, a row of fireflies and small characters quickly refreshed in the void:

"You announced that there will be a dance of death."

"Your willingness is fully sufficient."

"The power of the emptiness in the sky is warming up for your dance."

"Description: In the last battle, your dance steps were broken through the end."

"Now, you have reunited a group of dancers."

"Please re-edit the dance of death to follow your own ideas to form your exclusive dance."

"You need to give your dance company a name right away!"

Gu Qingshan's face changed.

give a name to?

So difficult

I don't know why, there are strange words in the wind, like someone laughing, and thinking that someone is fighting, angering, killing.

This is the atmosphere brought by the dance of the Deathmatch itself, and it is the dance floor warming up on the wonderful side!

With this atmosphere, a person suddenly appears in the memory of Gu Qingshan.

Ye Fei is away.

Kill the clown.

Yes, this is the dance of killing, the end of the fighting, the power from the wonderful.

Not as good

"My dance group is called the killing dance group." Gu Qingshan said.

A small line of words came to his eyes:

"Your dance company is now established."

"This show is about to begin!"

"This is a high-level dance. Whether it can evolve into a dance of death, it depends on your performance."

“Everything starts with your exclusive background music.”

"three,"

"two,"

"One,"

"Opening!"

Gu Qingshan looked at the people who stood still.

He took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Hey, hey, hey!

Background music starts!

The atmosphere of the dance of the Deathmatch is completely dispersed.

The death dragon couldn’t help but screamed in the sky: "Yeyeyeye!"

The sound of the disc is interspersed, and the drums bring a deafening rhythm:

咚咚啪-

咚咚啪-

咚咚啪

The drums rang, followed by the crazy catharsis of the electric guitar.

Let's step together and gather at the center of Gu Qingshan!

They are either squatting, or half-squatting, or relying on Gu Qingshan, or facing Gu Qingshan, they are holding the music points, nodding their heads, shaking their heads, swinging their arms, and standing upright.

Mechanical dance!

With a sturdy figure, it is really suitable for dancing this special-oriented card position!

Gu Qingshan's figure was drowned in us and could not be seen.

The music is getting mad.

suddenly

Someone sang in the void: "Death and death! Su He Su He Su He!"

All the cockroaches are scattered and arranged in a circle around the stage.

Gu Qingshan reappeared.

He wore a top hat and did not move.

In the gaze of everyone, he raised his left hand and snapped a finger.

"Baby, come on."

Next second.

All the dragonflies are arranged in a circular shape, facing the outer sea of ​​death, and changing the weapons in their hands.

weapon?

It was just when they gathered around Gu Qingshan that Gu Qingshan re-distributed weapons to them!

All the shackles have a fierce steel machine in their hands.

Gatlin m134 rotary machine gun!

咔咔咔

The motor on the machine gun starts to drive the six barrels to rotate. It will quickly speed up and complete a series of actions such as injecting, locking, firing, shelling, and shelling in a very short time.

This is the most original charm of machinery!

Gu Qingshan whispered: "7.62mm ammunition, 6000 shots per minute is very old, but now, please enjoy it."

despair!

The first shot was shot.

The bullet was ejected from the rotating barrel and leapt a hundred meters away, directly hitting the chest of a dead spirit.

It made a scream, the flesh and blood of the whole body flesh and blood were scattered into ashes, leaving only a white bone, and devoutly kneeling on the ground.

The power of the festival dance was conveyed to a hundred meters by bullets!

Hey!

In the violent machine guns, the bullets fired at the dead in all directions.

Our hands were rock solid, shaking Gatlin in their hands and sweeping out a line of fire.

This kind of attack is so ferocious and unreasonable. With the determination to sweep everything, the undead along the way is transformed into a white bone, which belongs to the six worlds.

Dangdang!

The metal case fell to the ground, making a dense, pleasing sound.

The hoarse voice rang in his ear: "Interesting, using technology side weapons to extend the dance, thus changing the ownership of the undead, how did you think of this?"

Gu Qingshan whispered: "Technology changes life, madam."

I saw a long barrel in his hand.

Individual combat rocket launcher!

Hey!

The rocket bombed a long tail of inflammation and flew out, and the dead souls blew up on the river of death.

Gu Qingshan lost the barrel and began to jump a solo.

In the sound of the machine gun's firepower, in the continuous screams of the undead, in the rising sound of electric sound, Gu Qingshan stood in the center of the stage.

He jumped out of a wonderful tap dance!