Two formations charged forward to meet them.
Less than two minutes, the two big tips that were dying, they completed their mission, quickly poured on the foot of the knife boss, and began to destroy themselves.
Life has never been so easy... The Dao Boss Group's first wild operation was declared successful.
However, the way he succeeded seemed a bit too weird. While the team itself felt confused, the teams in the distance were also collectively confused at this moment.
"What did they just shout?"
"Boss Dao has appeared."
"What does apparition mean?"
"The gods and ghosts come out to do things."
"Bullshit."
At the same time, of course, some people have maintained calmness and focus. The boss of the Storm Blood Group stepped up his attacks and reminded loudly:
"Don't look at them, don't care about them, take this opportunity to end the battle as soon as possible, later ...
Fuck! Damn it! "
One of the major achievements of the unreasonable city for decades is that there are almost all foreigners here, and they will be scolded by Chinese and Asian countries, as well as its various deformations.
This regiment had just wrapped up the two big spikes of another shuttle-shaped spaceship, and was about to end the battle... The big spikes ran away, and suddenly ran away, and in the same strange way, they chose to run outside the battle circle.
There is only one team outside the war circle.
Philouo: "..."
They just switched places again. So Da Jian came forward again, dragging his scarred body and running towards him desperately, as if he would die in his arms.
"Boss Knife shows up again!"
"Come on! Brothers..."
He Tangtang shouted loudly.
Two parants waved the knife, whether it is Chinese or Asians or foreigners, blacks or white people, all shouted together: "The knife boss is spiritual!"
Passed from Filio.
... After that, in this way, the battle was over in the shout of "the boss of the knife".
The two shuttleters were raining in the dark, and people were lying on the ground to avoid it, while at the same time, the wild ship was obeyed by the only rules for the wild ship.
In the midst of eyes that were filled with either hatred or confusion, Filio, with a ray of light on his back, led the people and picked up their trophies one by one from the entire desert using a flashlight.
Among them, A Jing and Chicken picked up those two metal blocks.
The metal blocks this time seemed a bit small, but it didn't matter, this is already a huge victory. Filion thought.
There should be a spacecraft down in the middle of the night. Today, according to the tradition of unrighteous city, it is a "tide day".
"No more robbing, that's enough, let's go back first." To be honest, I don't know if this is considered robbing, Filio looked a little apologetic.
He ostensibly said this to the people in his own team, but he deliberately raised his voice and actually said it to the bosses of each group in the row.
They were all looking at him with complicated expressions.
In this way, Philipo was relieved with the loot until they returned to the unrighteous city. They really succeeded. They were really done.
No one intercepted them, there were people snooping along the way, but no one took action... Maybe they were also afraid that Boss Dao would suddenly appear.
Filio suddenly weak, although he hadn't cut it, but his mental impact was too great ... he crouched on the ground and cried silently.
…………
Two weeks later, neap tide day.
At this time, Boss Dao's surgical incision has healed and he can get out of bed, but he still cannot participate in the battle.
Perhaps because the current Dao Boss is so weird, everyone respects him and is reluctant to contact or disturb him.
Therefore, the person who led the team is still Filio.
At ten o'clock in the evening, under the darkness 110 kilometers southwest of the city, on a dirt slope in the desert, Filio sat on the ground with his knees in his arms, thinking deeply.
Recently, he often couldn't help thinking about a question: Does Da Jian have some special interest in me? !
In a circle below the slope, a dozen bosses were collectively looking up at him.
"Let's go there together." Seeing that the black shop of the fusiform aircraft had appeared in the distance, Guzaza finally couldn't help but speak with a sincere look.
Filio turned to look at him, thinking, and then shook his head, "We'd better just take a look."
"... I see your uncle!" The leader of the storm cursed in his heart, it has been two weeks, and the first time he had the first time he had been grabbing the wild for the first time.
The phrase "The Boss is Spiritual", and now it has become the dream of all the big brothers.
It was this sentence that forced them to give up the idea of killing Dao Boss's group together first - they had never seen Dao Dali, which was the most terrifying thing.
"Let's go together." Another boss, a woman, invited delicately.
Filio: "No. We are inexperienced and we are afraid of something happening in the melee."
"Go on, we don't know if your group will go or not. We are all afraid that we will be gone again if we chop and chop later..." Lao Xiu told the truth. He is also a Chinese demi-human and is not familiar with the sword boss. But at least they are closer than others.
Looking away from Philou, Lao Xiu turned his head and looked around in the darkness of the four directions, and suddenly: "Dali Dali, come out!"
Lao Xiu took the risk.
But there was no response from the desert.
"What are you doing!" Lao Xiu weakly raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and said in a weak tone: "I don't want you to play like this. Dao Dali, if you are really that awesome, come out and I will hang out with you from now on."
There is still no response in the desert.
"Boom!" The shuttle-shaped spacecraft landed.
No one moved, they were all standing. The shuttle-shaped aircraft, which was usually hotly contested, was left in the cold on the ground about seven or eight hundred meters away, with no one paying attention.
"Don't you go?" Feilio asked.
Everyone looked at him, but no one answered him.
"Then we don't even dare to go." Filio said.
Big guys: "..."
"If we do n’t go, do we run out of this range, and it will become those big forces?" Philou asked seriously, and then explained: "We have no experience, really don't understand."
What he said is right, the rules of Injustice City are like this... The big guys present looked at each other quickly. Filion can take it easy now, but they can't help it. Their recent harvest is really bad.
"Let's do this. Let's each group stand in a position, form a semicircle, surround them... block them behind us, and then whoever the big point rushes to will get it." Aniro suggested: "Let's all cooperate. Otherwise, we’ll really have nothing to eat.”
The big guys at the scene thought about it and agreed. They had no other choice.
A battle circle was quickly formed, with each unit forming a semicircle, blocking the Dao Boss group behind them, and slowly moving towards the shuttle-shaped aircraft.
The circle of encirclement keeps shrinking.
Han Qingyu and Wen Jifei looked at each other. If these dozen regiments could really be so united, their "manifestation" tactic would really be broken.
Ahead, "Ode!" The big tip completed its ejection.
"Crack!" Then the sound of the death iron sword being cut came.
Screams sounded fiercely.
"Run!"
"Blue, three blue bodies! Run!"
In fact, if these teams really united and cooperated with each other to fight to the death, they would have a chance to kill three blue ones, but they couldn't. The long-term confrontation and mutual "mutilation" made them distrust each other, and each wanted the other to die.
The battle circle quickly expanded and disintegrated immediately.
Under night, all formations collapsed, people were dying and running. At this moment, they looked so fragile and helpless...
"Brother Dao, please show up soon." In the night, someone shouted first with desperation and prayer.
It's definitely not one of our own.
Then, all of a sudden, all kinds of accents were heard in the audience, "Brother Dao, please show up soon."
"Please ask Boss Dao to show his spirit!"
