Under the cover of night, people from more than a dozen regiments were running away, because they had been surrounded by a fan before, but now almost everyone was running in the same direction.
Dao Lao's group also ran away, because they were on the outermost edge and they ran collectively at the front, so there were no casualties for the time being.
"Actually, they can fight." In the darkness, He Tangtang said reluctantly several times while running along.
He stopped just now, stood on a stone, raised his knife and greeted everyone ... but those people ran through him without returning.
The facts can actually be played. Under Xilang Peak, the two non -elite teams of the blue blue have been desperately died together. There are more than a dozen top groups here. Among their boss, someone is said to be on the road to top.
They are brave, three pan -blue, can be done.
As long as they dare to shoot, Han Qingyu and Wu Jie will join in and help.
From a mental point of view, Han Qingyu has no subjective emotional preference for this city and the people here... he doesn't like or hate it, and he has no judgment of good or evil.
He had no mercy on the innocent purgatory and Xuelian people he had met before, but in more than two months here, except for the killer who attacked the plague chicken at the beginning, he did not have a dead hand to anyone.
For example, the previous three groups, for example, these people behind them, they must not be defined as good people, but they cannot be simply defined as evil.
Really, they are just a group. Under the special ecology of this city, they can survive all the way and seek strong "animals".
Han Qingyu's own situation is also a beast who struggled in and fled. They are all.
"Will resist ... it's time to resist!" At the end of the team at the end of the team, Han Qingyu thought in his heart, and even the faint part of it was looking forward to it.
but none.
Everyone is taking the road and running away. Even if the teams of those teams are the most tenacious performances, they just block the pan -blue one or two knives for the core teammates of their men, then bring people and continue to run.
"Light knife fish Da Xian zero!"
"Celebrate, big pirate, now lead!"
"..."
The pronunciation of foreigners in the darkness makes people laugh, but can't laugh. Because of those voices, many of them stopped to half of it.
This was a one-sided massacre.
The speed of pan -blue is fast, and 90%of people here, they can't even run the black armor, they are just trying to win to win others.
But running is difficult, and the sand underfoot is too soft. For people like them in the source energy world, this is more terrifying and speed-limiting than having a boulder blocking the road ahead.
"What's going on before?" At the end of the team, Han Qingyu suddenly looked up and confused.
In front of it is a canyon-like structure, but it is quite wide. The slopes on both sides are bare and not very high. The fleeing crowd is going there, there is no problem ... but there is a figure on the ridges on both sides.
From the first few, a dozen of them, more than a dozen, to the end, it is estimated that there are more than one hundred and two hundred.
They stood on it and watched it.
When the fleeing crowd entered the valley ... Pan Blue chased.
Laughing on the ridges on both sides and the sound of clap.
Then, they started singing. It was a very simple song. The singing was neat and floating in the night sky.
"What are they singing?!" He Tangtang listened and asked annoyed.
The person next to him told him that they were singing:
"On the day when a hunter was hunted, I blow the wind on the top of the mountain ...
I picked up the hunter's knife!
Pick up the hunter's wallet again!
many.
many.
Why is this happening?
Because all the hunters are dead, hahaha. "
Liu Lang told He Tangtang that the above are those in the surrounding areas. They appeared there and came to the "harvest day".
Such a special day always appear several times a year. When the team's team accidentally encountered two or three pan -blue big tips, they fled like now, and they were slaughtered, and they would have come to the "holiday".
They would watch like this, wait until the end, and then organize a move to kill the blue-tinted big tip, and then take away the loot and the "relics" scattered on the ground along the way.
They call this "harvest day" and regard the things they get through this as taxes paid by the jungle team.
"Fuck!" He was so frustrated that He Tangtang couldn't help but cursed after hearing the explanation.
But whether he is Liu Lang, Philouo, or the big guys of all groups, they are all running away. They seem to be used to it.
The singing continued on the ridge... Old Hugh was running. As he ran, he turned around and looked around, looking for his team members... Some team members would never come back.
"Actually we can bring the big tip over. I mean, we rush to them, and Panlan will rush to them."
When Lao Xiu suddenly heard this sentence, he was a little confused. He had never heard such a suggestion ... Turning his head and glanced at a young man with scars on his face ran beside him. This sentence was what he said.
"Are you looking for death?!" Lao Xiu cursed. If it weren't for the other party, he would not bother him.
"Will be retaliated?" The young man then asked.
"Nonsense." Lao Xiu was a little impatient and continued to say.
"Then let's try to cut it together?" The other party suggested.
"Do you have a problem with your brain?!" At the same time, the old rest was a little weak, and said, "Let's cut it, let others run, let's wipest it?!"
"But if you wins, will there be a chance to get a league? In the future, we will also have our own fixed venues.
"Wo Cao, do you say to win? Win, uncle, you, you ... you ... shut up, go and go." Lao Xiu didn't want to explain to him anymore.
In reality, don't say that there is a high probability that you can't get it. Even if you can really get the alliance, the result is not the same to find the same?
The sphere of influence of the unjust city has long been divided up. The birth of each new forces in the future is equivalent to dividing the cake from those inherent hands. of.
"Hey, don't follow me!" Thinking of this, Lao Xiu said angrily: "If you have the ability, ask Dao Dali to come out and show your spirit now, and stand up to carry the flag and start an alliance..."
"Then will you join?" The other party asked.
"I", because the other party asked very seriously, Lao Xiu opened his mouth ... Can you really get out of the alliance? Lao Tzu didn't believe it, he said, "Let him come out to show a spirit first, don't just bully us, he hid when he encounters Pan Blue. If you have the ability, you can do what you say, go to those big forces ..."
"The knife boss is spiritual!"
"Thank you, it's really spiritual!"
Suddenly, the whistle sounded.
Lao Xiu stopped talking and turned around for a moment.
Even Han Qingyu turned his head to be confused first. He was here, and Wu Jie was there.
But the real picture, behind the rush crowd, the two pan -blue tip chased out all the way really turned suddenly.
The desperate and fleeing people slowed down in the blank and fortunate, looking back ...
On the hillside under the night, a shuttle -shaped spacecraft was "flying" on the ridge, flying to the ridges.
Two, no, three, even the pan -blue that originally left spacecraft came together.
The three pan -blue tip fell into the ridge with the shuttle -shaped spacecraft.
The sound of fighting, screaming, sounded on the ridge.
"Boss, look ... it is clear." Han Qingyu couldn't bear to cry and laugh, calmly.
But Lao Xiu didn't feel as excited or happy as he imagined.
"It's over." He looked at the ridge and murmured.
