Leng Yanhua finally stopped chattering, and the two stepped into the cemetery one after the other. I have to say that the scene of this game is really realistic and exquisite, and the rancid smell in the air will make people unable to resist using their hands. Holding his nose, the crows around him whined and faintly cried, making people shudder, completely forgetting that they were in the game.
The area of this mass grave on the map is actually the size of two Tianhe Towns. Because there are two challenge copies of Skeleton Maid and Night Tour Mass Burial Mound here, so in the mass grave mound, you can get the fairy spell and enter this challenge. There were a lot of people, and the ghosts who just refreshed and emerged along the way were greeted by various immortal methods on their faces, screamed and disappeared.
Tianmiao did not stay for a long time in the first half of the dungeon and the monster gathering, but directly took Leng Yanhua to the depths of the mass grave.
Gradually, there were fewer and fewer players on both sides, and graves of various sizes were scattered around a mound. It seemed to be a large tomb, but the entrance to the tomb had been opened, and the black hole could not be seen inside, revealing the coolness. The wind, there is still a forest on the west side of the mound, but it is all wilted and not angry.
Not far from the forest, more than a dozen players wearing the same sect robe were talking about something around a beam of light.
Then, there was a scream from the place surrounded by the crowd, and then, a dozen or so laughed in unison, one of them held up his bloody sword, raised it, and looked extremely proud.
"Oops! Brother Wang is good at swordsmanship! I don't know what moves will be used next time? We haven't learned the Twenty Apocalypse Sword yet, and today we're seeing the world!" , and the others followed suit.
"Hahaha! Today, I will take this opportunity to show you the first fifteen moves of the Twenty Swords of Apocalypse with this little thing. I'm all optimistic, and there are seven moves!" Flattery works so well that eyebrows are almost lifted to the sky.
At this moment, in the crowd, a faint blue light flashed, and Wang Buren shouted: "Haha, here! Get out of the way!"
Everyone gave up a venue according to their words. Tian Miao saw it very clearly this time. This is a fresh green-faced kid, only the size of a six or seven-year-old child. I don't know whether to beg for mercy or cry.
Wang Buren shouted: "Tianyang Feiyan!" The immortal sword in his hand instantly turned into seven sword lights, penetrated the shrunken green-faced kid, and pinned it directly to the ground, two of which pierced his head and chest cavity. , he twitched in pain, and then disappeared in place, with bright red blood splashing all over Wang Buren, making him look extraordinarily terrifying.
"Good! Good swordsmanship!" The crowd cheered again.
There was another faint blue light, and the blue-faced kid appeared at the place where he was killed. This time, he was even more frightened. His body was shaking like a sieve. It's a plea for forgiveness.
Wang Buren's eyes were stained with bloodthirsty madness. He licked the corner of his mouth, and then a few swords were extremely fast. This time, he removed his hands and feet, and finally cut off his head.
Under the cheers of the crowd again, the kid appeared again. He went back and forth several times. It died very quickly and refreshed very quickly. It seems that he is extremely afraid of Wang Buren, but because he is an NPC, he cannot leave his refresh point.
(End of this chapter)