Online Game: Evil Dragon Against The Heaven Chapter 617: Full killing
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Chapter 617 Massacre
Ling Jie and Lively Xiaoyao both had a tumult in their stomachs, and their vomiting was unprecedentedly strong. They did n’t look too hard. They no longer dared to see the pictures on arena. The gunshots in their ears were still there. I stunned ... It was really a torment that made them almost unbearable.
And it ’s not just them who shudder.
Murong Qiushui ’s hands are still shooting crazy dark bombs. Under this attack, Wang ’s body has become more and more exaggerated. After losing his head, his body begins to be smashed until he is beaten. You can no longer see the form of a person like the mud in the blood.
The people of Endless Cycle of Reincarnation are on another level, and the existence of ordinary person is detached. Even them, the whole body trembles like a pendulum, and when they gather the courage to look at the body on the stage, that The terrifying visual impact made them almost faint on the spot ... Is that really the king?
The paralyzed debris soaked in blood is really the king of Endless Cycle of Reincarnation ... Blood Dream Paradise's Emperor Luo!
The scene has been completely chaotic, and the Player who is watching this game outside the court has no idea how many are scared to close the screen in front of him, and the whole body is cold sweat.
The gunshots continued, releasing the terrible resentment of Murong Qiushui ... At this time, almost no one dared to take a look at the stage, only the gunshots in their ears that made their hearts twitch. And even if they close their eyes desperately, their heads are always full of pictures that almost completely defeat their psychological defense.
Only one person ... Murong Qiushui ’s “body” with his eyes constantly on sight, his eyes did not shift for a moment, and he did n’t even want to blink his eyes. The hell-like picture made him not show intolerance and fear, but Excitement and greed ... He was laughing, enjoying, enjoying the inhumane picture in front of him. The blood red color, the broken body, the pungent blood, for him at this time, all these stimuli are the ultimate pleasure like falling into heaven.
Wang ’s body continued to break, and even the approximate shape could not be distinguished ... At this time, the black mang on Murong Qiushui flickered, his eyes turned cold, and the Flowing Blood Void Fang in his hand appeared a short pause, followed by , Two huge roaring ears sounded ... The cooling time of Kiss of the Death God is 60 seconds.
It was less than sixty seconds from using Kiss of the Death God just now, and Murong Qiushui suddenly shot Kiss of the Death God ... and, two consecutive ones.
Boom!
Boom!
Two huge roars came from arena. The roaring sound caused many people to turn their heads involuntarily. They looked at the stage tremblingly ... What they saw was a cloud of smoke ... Wang Na already The body that shattered like mud, in these two explosions, turned into countless blood stars to explode ... The body broke into countless pieces that were impossible to count ... After the explosion, there was no king on the stage ... ... only the blood pool that will drown most of the arena. Murong Qiushui is standing in the middle of arena, his body has been stained with blood, and there are pieces of broken bones and meat on his chest and shoulders. His gun was pointing down, his posture did not change at all, his body was motionless, only the black awn on his body slowly faded ... Almost everyone in the audience could see his face Laugh ... The grinning of wicked demon-like!
They almost heard their own pumping sound ... The cold gas somehow came from, permeating through every pore of their body, spreading every trace of hair all over the body, every drop of blood ... Ice cave cold.
Ye Tianxie has always hugged Sophie's shoulders tightly, preventing her from looking up. His eyes kept looking at the stage without leaving because he wanted to see every change in the body of Murong Qiushui, but he had to admit that his heart was trembling and trembling violently.
And he did n’t look away, and Zuo Pojun ... His eyes were obviously turbulent, his face was pale, and there was no trace of blood, and his hands were tightly held together, almost to himself Broken bones.
The faces of Situ Brothers, Lively Xiaoyao, and Cruel Shadow Star Soul are already pale like a piece of white paper, and even Situ Wuqing has spent most of its time looking away. They are not new to Murong Qiushui, and they have heard too many horrible rumors, but this scene today, let them re-recognize Murong Qiushui ... his terrible, his cruel, beyond their limitless Accepted category.
Hemang is gone, Murong Qiushui's eyes are closed, and his body is allowed to fall slowly ... He has perfectly achieved his purpose. Although he lost the game today, the anger brought to him by Wang and the shame brought to him, he gave back countless times to him ... In the face of countless people, he beat his head and will His body was muddy ... Let him live in this dark shadow all his life, never ever want to leave!
It is true that anyone who has encountered this purgatory-like encounter today without dying will be immersed in a terrible nightmare for life, and never forget it.
Real world.
Looking at the fall of Murong Qiushui on the screen in front of me, Liu Wanrou covered his face and cried like a child ... In Murong Qiushui ’s impression, his mother ’s tears were not worth anything at all, if he was not obedient She often cries, and then he must helplessly comfort and obey like a child. And her tears have always been the ultimate weapon against his dad Murong Hongyi. Every time that tear came out, the Murong Hongyi outside the majestic face would wish to kneel down for her.
"Wan Rou, do n’t be sad ... You ’ve done a good job. He looks like this today ... It should be that he was greatly stimulated when he lost to that king that day. With the disdainful attitude shown by that 'King' That day, something must have been said to Qiushui that touched his self-esteem and taboo, so Qiushui would retaliate in this way. Will the ball usually be like this, "
Liu Wanrou is surrounded by a young woman who looks much older than her. Her body is as tall as a man, and her height is roughly 180 centimeters or more in height. Her face is also full of manly heroism.
The mother of Liu Qiyue, the aunt of Zuo Pojun, the sister of Zuo Zhenhua, the seventh head of China, Zuo Zhuanrong, the central intelligence agency of China Central Government!
In fact, her age is similar to Liu Wanrou and she is in her early forties. But Liu Wanrou has been maintained like a little girl less than thirty years old.
Liu Wanrou is still sobbing, she is holding tears in one hand and wiping her tears, said while sobbing: "I have done a lot of hard work, in order to wipe out his grief, I even hesitated to treat him as a female from his very young time The child is going to be raised, until now, I have always maintained him as a girl ... but ... but ... wu wu wu wu ... "
"Alas." Zuo Zhuanrong lightly sighed, patting the back of Liu Wanrou, said: "Wan Rou, a person ’s deep temperament in his bones cannot be erased by any method. That is, it is suppressed by many methods. But when you get some kind of stimulus, it will still burst out completely. Wanrou, you can achieve this level, and you have really done a good job. When Qiushui was born, the powerful spirit was incredible, but with him When he grew up, his grief disappeared ... or, even if it did n’t really disappear, at least it has been restrained and will not explode easily. Wanrou, you have really done a good job. Qiushui this child you Do n’t worry, he is a clever child. Although he sometimes ca n’t control his emotions, he knows what can be done and absolutely ca n’t be done. That ’s his nature, not enchantment. He wo n’t lose his sanity ... … At least, from small to big, although he has been impulsive several times occasionally, but he has never done anything that you can't clean up. So, Wan Rou, don't cry, even I believe in the child Qiu Shui, you should even Letter fishes. "
The comfort of Zuo Zhuanrong is finally effective. Liu Wanrou's crying slowly lowered. She wiped her tears and said with a crying voice: "I know Shui Shui has always been an obedient good boy, just ... it's just the black mist on him ... There's a reappearance ... I'm really afraid that his anger will be out of control. "
"How come." Zuo Zhuanrong shook his head with ease, and said with a smile: "You are overanxious because of concern, that's just a game, yes, it's a game! Even if Qiushui kills people in it, it won't really let That person's dead ... "Then, Zuo Zhuanrong eyes turned cold:" How about Blood Dream Paradise's Emperor Luo, he may have the courage to retaliate in the game, but if he really dares to retaliate in the real world, how much will come, let them have no back and forth ! "
Murong Qiushui ’s body disappeared into a white light on arena. Gradually, the shocking corpses and blood stains on the stage finally began to slowly disappear. Even if Murong Qiushui is no longer on the stage, his image has been etched into everyone's heart ... At this time, he is no longer the beautiful gun girl in people's hearts, but a cruel murder. magic. Those Players heart beats that had met Murong Qiushui on arena almost jumped out of their chests, and they almost dared not think about it ... they even became opponents with this devil. If he dealt with himself on the stage today ... just thinking about it, they would feel their spine become cold and twitching, their eyes trembling violently.
Ye Tianxie had no time to listen to the violent reaction of other Player in his ear. He stood up, took Sophie's hand, and said to his friends: "Let's go ... to find Qiushui."
Lively Xiaoyao, Ling Jie and others were pale and nodded.
When Ye Tianxie left, a person's eyes turned to this side, and after a brief glance, he turned back to the stage. The corner of the mouth slowly raised ... "He... ... turned out to be him ... This reincarnation of fate is really unexpected and interesting."
"Only you after death will be the most terrible, but you have become a big living person ... He... ... Why is your life, so always interesting."