The Game of Demon Hunter

Mu Tiegen felt that he had already lost half his life. The fleet needed to travel for two days and one night, and this monster ship ran in just four hours.

They set off from the fleet in the dark sky, and now they have seen the city wall of Wangxiang City, and it is not yet dawn.

No one on the boat vomited anymore, either they had already vomited to death, or they closed their mouths firmly just like Mu Tiegen because the sea water was too salty.

Mu Tiegen looked at Zhang Ziyou behind him, still maintaining that honor. The other party drank more than three catties of seawater conservatively along the way, and may have eaten a few fish.

But Mu Tiegen didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that he would lose his sense of balance.

Is this thing really made by humans? Mu Tiegen's big rough hands kept pulling the mast that he had twisted into a twist. Shumahe had already looked at him several times, and seemed very dissatisfied with his behavior of destroying the hull.

No matter how you look at it, this thing doesn't seem to be for human use. If it were replaced by a mortal, I'm afraid it should be given to Yizhuang now, right?

The speed of the Monster was too fast, and the sea breeze blew the hairstyles of the people on the boat into flags. They passed by a big boat just now, and the other side didn't even react at all.

"We're almost there." After several hours of fatigue, Shu Mahe was also a little tired. He tidied his hair and slowed down the speed of the Yaolian: "Everyone pack up, we have to swim over, the fire on the shore Lianying, should it belong to us or not."

"Would you like to make it easier for me to take a pee?" Shu Mahe asked while unbuttoning his belt, people in the Jianghu, where are there so many etiquettes, just be polite.

"I've urinated." The two quacks sitting in the back row replied like robots, as if they didn't want to stay on the boat for a second, and turned over and entered the water with a plop.

Shu Mahe glanced at Mu Tiegen with some embarrassment, and tied his belt back again: "Cheng Rang really deserves to be called Mu Tieren who can't move gold. Since this boat was built, you are the first one who hasn't vomited." of."

Mu Tiezhu clasped his fists, lying on the ship's side and retching for a long time, finally relying on his extraordinary willpower and control of his muscles, he endured it back.

As soon as he picked up Zhang Ziyou, he also jumped into the sea.

Shuma He, the last one who went into the sea, conveniently put away the Monster, and the application of space magic in Dongfang's magic is more delicate.

And this directly shows that in the loess area, the price of space equipment is much cheaper.

The New China players looked forward to the stars and the moon for reinforcements, so they landed silently and armed in one night.

Of course, many of them will have to change their pants before they can show their true strength as reinforcements, and some may need a set of CPR first aid.

After all, no matter how Mu Tiegen looked at Zhang Ziyou, he felt that he was going to die.

"Boss, the city gate is handed over to you!" Mancini retreated all the way, dragging the arm of monk Feng Wuyi.

Feng Wuyi was stunned by the previous explosion, and now the only person standing at the city gate is Master Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang's silver-white [Man of Steel] has been smoked black, those farts are too desperate.

They can always fly at low altitude and head straight for the tunnel at the city gate, and now, almost all of these farts can play tricks in the sky, a progress that can be seen with the naked eye.

When the witcher took over the vacant seat left by Feng Wuyi and Mancini, the first ones to rush over were not the big and round green skins, they had also learned from the successive accidental injuries.

Wait for the farts to blow up first, and then do it yourself.

Sure enough, two farts drew a crooked arc in the sky, and rushed towards the city gate at a height of less than two meters from the ground.

These farts are one-time consumables, and to Brother Idea, they are no different from gunpowder and wood.

The first grit was too close to the ground because of the wrong angle, so it was dealt with by a piece of gravel, while the other grit rushed into the doorway smoothly.

But this time, the one standing inside was a demon hunter holding a [Bane of War], and there was no light in the dark doorway, as if some man-eating beast was waiting for its prey to throw itself into the net.

The Grit seemed to hear the voice of the overseer it feared the most, yelling at it to eat it for lunch.

That's the most feared way to die for all farts. They can't be high, can't have sex, and can't go to Waaagh, but be eaten as food.

Apparently, the bloodthirsty Knox who resided in the [War Disaster] finally returned to his senses after experiencing the torment of the [Blood Burning Moment].

The passive feature of [War Disaster], the curse of chaos, directly scared the unlucky little Grit to death. The Grit's body hit the wall with the explosives, and it didn't have time to ignite the explosives.

Brother Dianzi's new gunpowder is a real imported product, and its safety has been greatly improved, otherwise it would have exploded in this level of collision.

However, this kind of safety makes the green skins very unhappy. They all feel that although the small shrimp is powerful, it is not as good as the Waaagh they made themselves. Brother Dianzi is also actively upgrading the production technology of green skin gunpowder these days.

"God will definitely take care of you." Master Sanzang looked at Xu Yichen standing there without moving, and the two bastards broke into the sand, and gave a wry smile.

In the previous three minutes, he had been attacked four times, but he failed to dodge each time. Master Sanzang could only attribute this to bad luck.

"It may be that God also thinks we are not easy to mess with." Xu Yichen shrugged, and lightly started the engine of [War Disaster].

A bloodthirsty person who doesn't speak up is not a good bloodthirsty person. The witcher is stimulating the soul of the Horn in this way: "Come out, let's talk."

"..." The Bloodthirsty Hornkes remained silent, but Xu Yichen could still sense through [Battle Calamity] that it had indeed regained consciousness.

"Don't toast, don't eat fine wine." Xu Yichen waved [War Disaster] straightly, and sawed a green skin that rushed up from the middle in half.

The ear-piercing roar of the engine, the blood foam and bone dregs all over the sky made the green skins behind boil, and they were naturally full of yearning for this type of weapon.

Such a Waaagh toy, we want to have one too!

A sufficient amount of flesh and blood was devoured by [War Scourge] along the chainsaw, and the part belonging to the bloodthirsty Knox gradually became more active, which made the [War Scourge] speed up a little bit.

Xu Yichen clearly perceives everything through the resistance passed back from his hands. He is the master of [War Disaster], this weapon is designed by him, the metal is mixed with his blood, and [War Disaster] is an extension of his flesh and blood.

"Would you like to try [Burning Moment] again?"

PS: Thanks to the book friend @知白晓黑 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @迷前人 for the reward