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Chapter 72
In a while, the "elite team" by the arsenal had gathered almost thirty people.
Most of the initial gathering was related to the instruction of the planning team. Once the classification has formed a scale, the situation will naturally develop in the direction the organizer wants.
The lawyer in charge stood by, watching this scene with a kind smile on his face, An Xiaoyin stood in the darkness behind him, his face pale, and seemed to want to escape. But the people trapped here have nowhere to go.
Qi Qing saw Xia Tian and Bai Jingan's team, raised his eyebrows, and then smiled.
A group of people behind him stared at this scene. Everyone knew that the summer team was absolutely qualified to join his arms club.
"Welcome to join." Qi Qing said, Chao Xia's group smiled enthusiastically, "I have always been a fan of you, and Slaughter Show is really a place to realize your dreams."
Summer also smiled at him, as bright and cold as sunlight reflecting on the ice. He said: "I saw what you did just now, let the planning team do it. I don't like it."
Qi Qing's smile did not change at all, and said: "You have suffered a lot, summer. Even if you don't understand now, you will know what kind of place we are in a while. You have to follow the rules to survive."
"By taking the person naked and pressing it on the pillar."
Qi Qing spread his hands.
"I also feel a bit abnormal, but there is a need in the world," he said.
Xia Xia thought for a while, smiled again, and said, "I don't like it."
Qi Qing also smiled at him. Under the bright light around the arsenal, the two handsome guys laughed as bright as they did at a press conference, except for the messy mounds around them, and a huge arsenal behind them. There are countless hands on the sword.
Qi Qing said: "Then you better get used to it—"
But before Qi Qing finished speaking, Xia Xia suddenly took a step forward, raised his sword, and attacked.
What happened between the lightning and the fire, Xia Xia slashed diagonally, Qi Qing reacted extremely quickly, and quickly flashed past, but Xia Xia's sword suddenly stopped, as if he had known that he would escape, the sword edge changed to horizontal.
Qi Qing raised his sword to block.
He moves very fast, and the sword is really good, completely antique style, made of stainless steel, there is no problem with blowing hair and breaking the blade.
The problem is the sword of summer.
This first kill prize is not antique at all. It is the annual new product of the cold weapon department of the world's largest weapon manufacturer. Even if the single-molecule level has not yet been opened, it is no problem to crush an antique stainless steel product.
"The Doomsday Beast" and Qi Qing's hand slammed into each other steadily. It was about three seconds in a stalemate. The power of summer was very great. At the moment of encounter, Qi Qing wanted to take the sword, but it was too late.
A few seconds later, his long sword was shattered in pieces under the new product of Tiangong Pavilion, and half of the sword flew out obliquely, hitting the outer wall of the arsenal, lighting up a few sparks, and swinging the sword down in summer.
Qi Qing took a step back and blocked it with the broken sword. The two swords collided for the second time, and Qi Qing broke again.
The "Doomsday Beast" drew across his neck neatly.
No matter how much its company initially paid for advertising, it definitely paid back this time.
Qi Qing clutched his neck in disbelief, did not react at all, he obviously blocked the sword.
But the blood flowed from the fingers, more and more, he didn't take a step back, staring at Xiaxia like a ghost.
Summer did not have time to pay attention, Qi Qing's teammate-the "lubricating" Moxi Gantou-rushed towards him.
Bai Jingan raised his sword to block it, and the blade slashed across it. The hilt hit his nose severely, and the sound of broken bones could be clearly heard.
His face was cold and stern, with a murderous air, he stabbed him with a sword, and the man raised his hand to block it. But somehow, Bai Jingan's sword slid over and pierced his throat.
Xia Xia met his eyes for a second, and the expressions of the two of them had the same gloomy killing intent.
Xia Xia took a step forward to block the edge of an attacker, and after one blow, another sword struck his left shoulder.
This time was so powerful that the man could stand it, but the next second, the knife shattered in his hand, and the sword of Summer crossed the broken steel and slashed into his shoulder.
He could feel the texture of the sword's blade cutting into the bones and muscles, with anger, so familiarity was a deep-rooted part of his life.
All the people around have joined the battle group, he thought to himself, plan the group of dogs that he raised.
He didn't care about the sword that was greeted by his surroundings. Before he even had time to collect the sword, the cotton candy instantly gathered into a dagger and rushed towards the black jacket.
The man lifted the sword to block it, and let the sword pierce the shoulder on the side of the sword in the summer. The sword was used to cut into the dead body and the tortured body half an hour ago. No matter what he has done, no one who can make the fourth round is mediocre, he can only take the most effective way.
At the same moment, the marshmallow pierced the black jacket's chest completely.
The sword's edge stretched at the same moment, and he pulled it down hard--
Then he drew the sword back and attacked the fourth person backhand.
Under feet is the temporary bedding construction board on the large pit of the arsenal, and feel very empty under feet, as if fighting above the abyss.
Here, he used the set he learned in the Xiacheng Arena to the extreme, maybe this is what he has in his bones, regardless of whether he can kill one or the other. Life is like this, you will keep encountering such things, he has to be like this, he can't win so many people, he must be fast. At any cost.
——Before coming, he discussed tactics with Bai Jingan, but the final conclusion was: there is no tactics. The classification has been formed, and the organizer controls the situation, and capable of breaking the situation as quickly as possible. Only in this way can there be a little chance.
The bald head blocked the next blow and retreated quickly. This weapon was too domineering.
But under the blow of summer, the sword turned into a whip, and he couldn't see it clearly in the night. The man only felt his neck tightened, and the dark whip caught him.
Xia Xia jerked in her direction, the man staggered and stood firmly, holding the whip in one hand, but in the next moment, the long whip turned into a blade in his hand and swept past the throat.
Then he turned his head back abruptly and grabbed Qi Qing's stabbed sword.
The killer and pervert from the M area looked at him fiercely, the blood on his neck was still pouring out, and it seemed that someone's sword was drawn just now and rushed towards him.
The blood continued to flow down summer's fingers. They stared at each other, all covered in blood and desperadoes. The bright smile was just an illusion. It was the most primitive melee fight.
In Xia Xia's other hand, the dying man grabbed his sword hilt tightly, dying like a ghost and had to pull his back.
"You are crazy!" Qi Qing said.
Xia Xia smiled at him and said, "I know."
In the corner of his sight, he saw a red-haired man rushing towards him from the side, the chill of the blade penetrated into his clothes, at this moment, a sword was thrust into the man’s head, and then he slammed into the blade. Leading it diagonally, the strength was so great that the opponent died before he fell to the ground.
Without looking, he knew it was Bai Jingan.
At the same time, the cotton candy on Xia Xia's right hand dissipated, and climbed up to his wrist like a black snake. He released Qi Qing's blade and let the sword pierce into his body.
The man staggered forward, and Xia raised his hand.
No one saw the sword in his hand. It hadn't fully grown out yet, it was just a nail-sized sharp blade, like all the garbage weapons used in the lower city, but it passed his neck precisely and cut the throat.
He drew the sword out, the wound was quite deep, but he didn't bother to see what happened.
He glanced at Qi Qing, who fell on the ground, and no longer had the innocent smile before, as if he had received a VIP ticket for the playground. He was covered in blood, his eyes were hollow, and the lights of the sky were reflected.
From the 195th session to the present, the hell pass given to him by the planning team was finally invalidated.
He is so pleasing to the eye now.
Xia Xia avoided the edge of the sword behind him and stretched out his hand to block a long sword that sneaked on Eric. At that moment, he saw the other person's eyes, he was an old hand, but his expression was scared and uncertain. Xia Jianfeng turned and rushed forward without hesitation.
The surrounding "elite squad" people all joined the battle group. He didn't know who this guy was, but he wanted to kill.
The lawyer in charge stood by, watching the hand-to-hand fight coldly.
The entourage behind him stood quietly, like a group of close spectators.
There was chaos in front of the arsenal, and the war only lasted five minutes. The crowd below is ready to rush forward, but the elite team is crowded and the situation is still unclear.
After being taken care of by the makeup artist, Mr. Anger looked like a kind elder, but as an old star of the killing show, he had to check the media records to remember the life he had in his hands.
As a killer show player, you can get the amnesty, but you can't fight. A genius knows how much blood he has on his hands, how many dirty things he has to do, and he has to have a good relationship with the planning team.
He looked at the scene in front of him with interest, but his pupils were indifferent.
"I like this kind of drama. Think about it. I have been acting for almost two hundred years." He said to An Xiaoyin. "You are still young, so I don't understand. There is no outlet in this place. I have seen many such people. You should have sex with him, you can be famous, he...hey, look at this figure."
He laughed.
"Don't look at that expression, this place is like this." He said, not mind Xia Xia or anyone else hearing it, "He can at least get a good one, otherwise what else?"
Behind the summer is the edge of the building slab, under the light, it seems like an abyss without bottom.
He could feel the blade pierce his body, and it was not particularly painful, and he was unable to determine the injury. He grabbed the sword body, and at the same time a sword passed through the man's neck, and then suddenly withdrawn.
Another dog from the planning team fell from the edge of the floor, as if it had fallen into the darkness, and was nowhere to be seen.
He turned his head and stared at the lawyer in charge. The latter stood on the edge of the battlefield, watching the bloody drama in a well-dressed dress, even with a trace of "I watched too much" graceful boredom.
He was looking down at the message on the phone-probably from the planning team-while continuing to An Xiaoyin: "What you can do is to dress beautifully while standing on the corpse. Then the powerful and powerful may be willing to look for you. Have fun."
Xia Xia walked towards him.
A guy with highlighting red hair rushed over, and the blade of Xia Xia slid directly over his sword. The man hadn't used his strength yet, and the sword was already straight into his chest.
This hand moves extremely fast, with the help of force, extremely beautiful. He doesn't have the power to make bigger moves, but he can still kill.
He kept rushing toward the door, and the lawyer in charge finally realized his goal, raised his head, and stared at him.
Xia Xia also stared at him, that face that don't know how many killings and betrayals have gone through, how many dirty work has been done, but now it is well maintained and standing in a safe zone.
A tall man wanted to block it, maybe it was a star, he was very skilled in swordsmanship, he couldn't remember. The moment he saw it, he judged the situation-in his current state, it was impossible to win at all.
He looked cold and kept walking, while quietly tossing the marshmallow onto his left hand.
The man stabbed with a sword, the angle was precise and tricky, and he did not hide in summer. The blade easily pierced his arm, piercing the skin and muscles, but he blindly rushed forward and pierced the man’s throat with a knife. tube.
He kept rushing forward without stopping, and the corpse fell into the abyss behind, but three seconds seemed to be worthless.
The calculation of this hand is cruelly accurate, as if the arm is not his, it is simply terrifying.
At the same time, he has rushed to the side of the team of lawyers in charge.
The person's face finally changed. He took a step back. He was a master, but he almost fell. The bodyguards next to him were all NPCs and biochemicals, used to sleep and cause dramatic effects, force and killing show. The celebrity is not a class at all-there is no reaction at all, just staring at the summer in a daze.
Under the lights and heavy shadows of the arsenal, he looked like a murderous god who had walked out of hell. His eyes were bloody, but there was an abyss-like cold murderous intent in his eyes, and he would feel trembling at first glance.
It's always like this. Those pain, insults and mockery will only arouse fierceness. For a moment, the lawyer in charge wanted to grab the sword of the person next to him, but it was too late.
Summer’s footsteps did not stop, and the sharp blade of the sword turned into a deadly cold wind under the light, rushing straight down——
He stopped, sword edge pressed close to the lawyer in charge's neck, red blood flowed out and his collar was dyed red. Under the light, the face of the man who had been pampered for so many years was white as a ghost, and would be swallowed by the night at any time.
The lawyer in charge held a gun in his hand, the insurance was opened, and the muzzle was against Xia's forehead.
Xia Xia smiled at him.
The rules are really lost.