Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 168: Can’t we fight?
"Clang!"
The military commander took the sword up, swiftly and violently, with a terrible fierceness;
Su Bai has been going around all the time and has not had direct contact with the other party. Since broadcasting has selected such an opponent as the first opponent in his punitive story world, he is obviously hesitating, or that broadcasting is actually too waiting.
Although I don’t know why, but at least Su Bai knows that broadcasting is the same as himself now, a little nervous and a little uneasy. You don’t need to know the reason for this, because the reason may not be with him at all, so Su Bai did it too. A good favor, since the broadcast wants to wait to see the final result of the situation, then I will delay a little more time and wait slowly together.
It’s just that this opponent seems to be missing a rib and is constantly launching an offensive against him. I can’t take it too seriously. If this guy is killed, I will force the broadcaster to play a second, more powerful one. Opponent, then there is really no need.
Because of this, Su Bai gradually suffered more injuries, but Su Bai did not care too much about it.
The figure retreated again, and the opponent's offensive was evaded by himself again. Su Bai stretched out his hand and gently touched the wound on his arm. The wound healed quickly without leaving a trace.
The general in front of him rushed over again, he is a puppet, a tireless puppet;
There was no audience in the empty stands around, but it also created a depressive atmosphere.
The battle seemed a bit boring, and fortunately there were no spectators around, otherwise they would have booed Su Bai's fighting style of swimming and avoiding everywhere.
"Om!"
The military commander’s sword stabbed obliquely again. This time Su Bai did not completely retreat but gave a step obliquely. Pressing down with one hand, he directly buckled the opponent’s iron sword, and then rushed forward with his shoulders fiercely. Hit the opponent.
The general was knocked out, and his iron sword fell into Su Bai's hands. Su Bai danced a few sword flowers with the iron sword, and looked at him coldly.
Sure enough, the military commander rushed over again. He had no reason, no mind, no fear, no feeling. He was like a single order execution program, only knowing to do what he wanted to do.
Su Bai's mind came up with the body technique that Hilles demonstrated in front of him in the land of the truth. He held the sword back and forth to block the opponent's fist and foot attacks, and then relied on his own strength to hit back again and again. The famous military commander was flew out by Su Bai time and time again, and then quickly got up again and again to charge again.
This made Su Bai feel a little tired and a little boring, but he still suppressed his urge to kill this guy with a single sword. Su Bai was not afraid of death, but wanted to make his death more valuable, his own The second brother once told himself that he missed his parents in the underground, so Su Bai was very happy to take Su Yuhang and his wife to the earth to reunite with the family.
The military commander is still persevering, but although he is good at strength, he is obviously not a threat to Su Bai, who is almost a bug, and his injury is also Su Bai. It began to fall slowly during the first strike.
Just as Su Bai started to get a little tired of this persevering duel, suddenly there were more figures in the empty stands around him.
Originally, Su Bai thought it was broadcasting and felt boring, so he set up some audience backgrounds to enliven the atmosphere, but soon Su Bai discovered that these audiences were a bit special.
The ones with missing arms and legs, even without their heads, were standing there, each wearing worn-out armor and holding broken soldiers, and their number was increasing, soon, except for the highest position in the main stand. Except for the two thrones that were still vacant, the seats of the rest of the stands were filled, and Su Bai also guessed their identities from some people whose armors and even hair buns were kept relatively intact.
All these spectators are Qin Bing.
So, the one who is currently fighting against him should be a general Qin.
Su Bai doesn't know what the purpose of broadcasting is to play this hand, just to disgust himself?
It doesn't seem to be disgusting, even if he knows that this is General Qin in front of him, even if he knows that the crowds standing in the stands are all the soldiers of the State of Qin who died in fighting against broadcasting. For him Su Bai, It really has no effect.
He didn't feel guilty, nor did he owe the slightest debt. Of course, Su Bai still had some admiration in his heart for the Qin Bing of the original generation, but admiration could not be eaten.
Qin Jiang's hands were lowered, and his body was slightly bent. In the fight with Su Bai just now, he exhausted his energy, but Su Bai hadn't fought back seriously, so he was not dead yet. Although his injuries were heavier, he still had one. The power of war.
Su Bai looked at him, his eyes also looked at Su Bai through the dangling hair bun, the two people's gazes were facing each other, and there was no spark.
He is a clone, and Su Bai knows very well in his heart that although the broadcast clone has a mode of thinking that is not inferior to the subject, Su Bai has seen clones of his monk’s fat man’s blood corpse before, etc. They are actually no different from the deity, but this one is obviously special, including the Qin soldiers in the surrounding stands.
They died in the final madness more than two thousand years ago, and what was cloned by broadcast was the spiritual will and physical body at the moment of their fall.
They don't have the ability to think. To be precise, they are actually a group of lunatics who have fallen into the final hysterical state.
Qin Jiang adjusted his body, and then rushed over again. This time, his speed was nearly twice as slow as at the beginning. Su Bai stood still and did not move. When he came over, he turned and hit him. Knocked to the ground, and then that iron sword was pierced by Su Bai into the left side of the opponent's lower abdomen, nailing it to the arena.
Qin Jiang grasped the hilt with both hands and desperately tried to pull it out. He wanted to continue fighting, he wanted to continue fighting, but the iron sword had Su Bai's strength instilled in it, and Qin had no strength left. It can only be a useless struggle.
After all, Su Bai is not a fat man or a monk. They can completely trap this guy with a formation, but Su Bai has to squeeze him out to "settle" down this guy.
Now, it's not time to kill him.
This is a punitive story world, but the broadcast obviously did not intend to kill himself directly. This gave Su Bai a lot of room for reverie. He wants to live, not for himself, or for the little guy. He wants Live to see the day when Su Yuhang and his wife fell from the broadcasting chair.
"Look at the old Qin, go to the national disaster together!
The blood will not drain, and the death will not cease! "
The great Qin battle hymn began to spread from the surrounding stands. Once upon a time, I don't know how many soldiers of Qin Sergeant sang this battle hymn to meet the audience after the audience.
Now, this battle song sounded again, but it was full of ironic sadness.
They are dead, but they were cloned by the radio as recreational playthings. For the first time, Su Bai felt disgusted with the so-called fun of radio.
"Old Qin.........together..."
Qin General, who was nailed by Su Bai with the tip of the sword, looked like he could not bear the humiliation, and directly raised his head and rammed the tip of the sword.
"Puff..."
There is a sound of flesh and blood splitting,
The head of this general Qin flew directly away from the body,
He is dead.
Die, Su Bai was a little surprised. Intentionally speaking, Su Bai didn't mean to humiliate him at all, but Su Bai's behavior and the situation in which he was flew by Su Bai again and again made him feel nervous. Stuck in a deadlock.
Skills can be killed but not insulted.
This made Su Bai a little helpless, and he didn't know what to say. At the moment, the general's body began to slowly evaporate, and even the iron sword with him began to fall apart.
The fence that had fallen over there slowly rose up again at this time, and the fence that hadn't moved at the west side was also raised at this time.
Below,
Is it two-on-one?
Su Bai thought to himself.
"Main mission one, kill the other two duelists;
Main task 2 will be released after main task 1 is completed."
Su Bai received such a task~IndoMTL.com~ At the same time, the shadows behind the other two fences also walked out of a person, a huge human figure, a pile of fat, and it looked like a Roshan.
The other is strong, similar to the perfect body of a bodybuilder.
When they walked out of the shadows, Su Bai suddenly realized it,
That's right,
This is in line with the idea of broadcasting fun.
So, does it plan to wait any longer? Or is the result determined?
Su Bai looked at the position of the two empty thrones on the high platform in the distance, and at this time, a piece of incense appeared in front of the throne, and the incense was burning. This should be a time limit.
On the other side, Fatty and Foye walked out slowly, both with a bit of wry smiles on their faces. If it was before, broadcasting was a story world, even if it was a punitive story world, it would have been a little bit more skinny, but this Once, something was done too thoroughly.
"Fuck, do you look down on me? The broadcast is sure that I can single-handedly challenge you? I have to get a Buddha to be my partner? Da Bai, my task is to be there with Buddha. Kill you within the time of a stick of incense, and then we can get any enhancement on you.
Hahaha, broadcast this is that you treat it as a blood corpse, and the waste is used completely. "
The fat man laughed as he talked, but he smiled, he couldn't laugh anymore, he took out a piece of talisman in his hand, but hesitated for a long time, looked at burning incense, and then put the talisman directly Throwing on the ground, the foot stretched over and stepped on it, some lowly said:
"Dabai, it's not me who persuaded me, but I really don't see the hope of winning..."
The fat man raised his head again, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at Su Bai, then looked at Buddha, and asked:
"Can't we call?"