"Brother, let me go, I really didn't come to kill you, buddy is just passing by!" "Yes, yes, passing by, this has nothing to do with us!" The voices of begging for mercy echoed in my ears. Seeing that Bai Yan was indifferent, the raging iron hooves continued to slaughter. The begging voice turned into a curse. "You are an open wall, and labor and management are going to report you on the official website!" "A person like you deserves to play games, let's kill him once!" "500 million is a big deal for you, everyone can make a fortune!" "Without a heart at all, a brainless person like you is a garbage that wastes air in reality. "Wait to die, labor and management will blackmail you for the rest of your life! Kill you if you get the chance!"
Bai Ye picked out his ears, his face full of indifference. "If I can be killed by you trash, I don't have to mess around." Looking into the distance, a scattered army of nearly a hundred thousand players surrounded them from all directions. Warrior, Mage, Assassin, and even Summoner. Players of all professions are available. The Assassin Legion just now was just an appetizer. 500 million federal coins, this is a huge amount of wealth that can allow a person to live comfortably for the rest of his life and directly enter the upper class. The attraction is much more than that. "It seems that today, we will play Enemy Against World again." Bai Ye tilted his neck. What a familiar scene. In his memory, at the end of the game, he was framed by the Zhao family and wanted by countless countries. Behind this, the faces of these players who are helping tigers are always indispensable. He was pushed into a desperate situation bit by bit. 09 stood on the opposite side of the world. The main responsibility rests with the aristocratic family, but without the help of these profit-seeking players. How could he be like this? This group of vicious dogs are looking for the players who are willing to do so. Sometimes the things they do are far more hateful than the master and servant, and they have no bottom line. While chasing and killing you, they will put the responsibility of the matter on you, constantly discredit you, and place themselves at the commanding heights of social morality.
I completely forgot the cause of all this, just because of my own greed. Jealousy, or the last bottom line in their hearts, made them choose to distort the facts. So Bai Ye would never trust any wealthy family. But even less will I believe these players who will be driven by interests and surrender to their own desires. Although the wealthy family has no bottom line and morality, at least there are very few things that can impress them. But these ordinary players are different. A little bit of petty profit can make them sell their personality and dignity. Do all kinds of disgusting things. "Brothers, Bai Ye's star is ahead." "The brothers who went to explore the road just now were all killed. This guy is really insane." "We want to avenge those innocent brothers and kill this insane butcher who broke the peace of the game. "Use skills together and kill him directly. As long as he is dead, his summoned creatures will disappear! There is nothing to be afraid of!" "Take the town! Kill Bai Ye! This kind of person is not worthy of playing games!" "Avenge the innocent brothers, kill this wall that destroys the balance of the game to level zero, and restore the peace of the game world!" "If the game company doesn't act, let us maintain the fairness of the game!" whoosh whoosh! A shower of arrows followed by a blazing blast of magic! The long-range attack that covered the sky covered the entire sky. The massive output skills instantly engulfed Bai Ye's original standing position. "ridiculous..." Looking at the attacks falling from the sky, the corners of Bai Yan's mouth twitched slightly. A faint sarcasm flashed in his eyes. "Only at this level, do you want to learn from others in punishing rape and eradicating evil? How childish and pathetic!" Boom boom boom! The raging magic and skills lasted for more than three minutes. "With so many of us attacking at the same time, even a boss at the overlord level should be cold, right?" "Why didn't you hear the sound of killing?" "Who killed Bai Ye's stars?"
A group of players were noisy. Hundreds of thousands of players attack at the same time, not to mention overlord-level bosses, even legend-level bosses must be instantly killed. No matter how perverted this Bai Ye's star is, it is impossible to forcibly resist the damage of so many of them. "Why... these summoned creatures haven't disappeared yet?" Some players noticed something was wrong. The army of undead who wantonly slaughtered the players around them didn't stop at all. Instead, they gathered neatly together as if they were directed by someone. The cavalry is in front, and the shield guards are behind, guarding a group of long-range units. A dignified atmosphere was brewing. The footsteps of the army of players paused slightly. "Isn't the attack just now fun?" A faint voice came from the crowd. A figure suddenly appeared in the player group. Phase shift! The calm void is like a shattered glass, with countless illusory fragments flying around. Trampling the Void! Pieces of players were killed by the shattered void! Bai Ye raised his head slowly. Looking at a group of players gathered in piles, he looked at Senting. "Go to hell!" With a hollow palm, a ferocious ghost hand burning with flames rose from the ground. "Ding! Trigger Talent Specialty: Revenant Call!" A ghostly phantom emerged from behind Bai Ye. Pale long hair, spreading to the waist, wearing black and red Warring States demon armor, with two long bright red horns on the top of the head, one long and one short. The sleeve of the right hand fluttered with the wind, and the left hand was filled with a ghostly aura, trembling in the void, as if he couldn't bear the powerful and terrifying aura. He stared straight at the dark ghost hand. There is a pain deep in my heart that even my soul will be burned and torn. [Ibaraki Doji: Legendary Three Stars (ranks can grow with the strength of the stolen souls)]
[Special summoning of dead souls, which has been fused with skills, will trigger the power of Ibaraki Doji when using the grip of ghosts! 】 [Characteristic 1 Hand of Hell: Enemies attacked by Wraith's Grip will receive an additional 50% of the total damage as soul damage within ten seconds. During the duration of the black flame, the enemy's soul will be pulled out of the body and cannot move! 】 [Characteristic 2 Soul Deprivation: Enemies attacked by Wraith Grip will be deprived of their souls, all attributes will be reduced by 50%, and all skill talent effects will be sealed for ten seconds. 】 [Characteristic 3 Soul Claw: Enemies attacked by Wraith Grip will have their souls shredded and receive 200% real damage. After death, all attributes will be reduced by 25% for 3 days. 】 [Legendary power: For all creatures below the legendary level, it will cause an additional 75% damage, and generate attribute suppression, and the defense will be weakened by 25%. 】 [The above characteristics, "Each attack can only trigger one item (optional)!】 "Ibaraki Doji..." Bai Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and grinned. Just in time! His cold gaze swept over a group of players. "It's too cheap for you just to die once!" Take this incident as a lesson! A lesson to remember! "Hahahaha! Be amazed by my mighty power! Experience it..." A deep and deep maniacal laughter came from the phantom of Ibaraki Doji behind Bai Ye. The one arm filled with ghostly aura slowly raised above the head, Pooh! The ferocious ghost hands raised up! A ghost hand phantom that is exactly similar to Ibaraki Doji's ghost hand, but enlarged several times in size, replaced the ghost hand summoned by Bai Ye's ghost grip. Ghost hands hold! boom! The pitch-black ghostly energy exploded and spread outward unscrupulously! "Witness my mighty fist!" Death Claw! Soul shattered! In a flash! The pervasive ghostly storm tore apart the bodies of dozens of players around! "Ah!"
The pain that the soul seemed to be torn apart by something forcibly caused a group of players affected by the power of the Wraith's Grip to wail in pain. In an instant, tears burst out directly! die! Never have I experienced death so closely! The trembling and pain from the soul simply made them doubt life. "Is this... really just a game?" This idea flashed through the minds of countless players. In the next second, it turned into white light and dissipated. Within 233 points of the resurrection, a group of players waiting for the resurrection looked at each other, with lingering fear in their eyes. "That feeling just now..." "It is simply a shadow that will never be forgotten in this life" "At that moment, I even had a feeling that I was really going to die..." "This game, isn't it a little too real?" "Ding! You were killed by player Bai Ye's star, because of the special nature of the skill, you received a special penalty of reducing all attributes by 25% for three days. A sudden notification sound interrupted the communication of a group of players. brief silence... "It's time for a dog..." "Grass, this time the loss was huge, the money was not made, and the loss was heavy. Exploding ghost hand, the power spreads outward! Pieces of players were harvested by the power of ghost hands! Small ghost hands emerged from the ground like mushrooms after a rain. Boom boom boom! Ghostly! Two-thirds of the army of tens of thousands of players were wiped out in an instant! The crowded crowd instantly became fragmented. "Is this guy... a monster?" "How can there be such cheating players in this game!" A group of players who survived were completely stunned, their mouths gaping.
The scene in front of me was really too grassy. A skill that killed nearly 100,000 players. Is this something a human can do? Movies don't even dare to do that! Would you dare to write that in a fairy tale? "Well, this kind of gorgeous funeral is still to your liking?" Bai Ye shrugged, spread his arms wide, and embraced the whole world. "The performance is over, now... send you on your way!" Rumble! With the thunderous roar of horseshoes sounded. A dragon fell into the crowd. "The lord is tired, rest for a while, next, it will be our battlefield!" Holding Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, Lu Bu let out a sinister grin. Dragon! Incarnation!.