Chapter 113 Regret

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

More than a dozen crossbow arrows hit Li Shou, but they were all bounced away from his body.

"it's useless!"

Li Shou roared and used his hands and feet at the same time. The huge force directly broke the "red thread" on his body, and rushed towards the fortune teller again.

"Kill him quickly!"

As Li Shou rushed over, more than twenty soldiers gathered around him and stabbed Li Shou with their weapons. Although they did not cause any harm to him, they greatly slowed down his pace.

After all, these soldiers were all elite, each close to the level of a martial artist. They surrounded him with swords, spears, swords and halberds. Although they could not cause any damage to Li Shou, they could still block his way forward.

The most important thing is that there are also indigenous masters in the army hidden among the soldiers.

Li Shou had just killed seven or eight soldiers when two masters flew out of the crowd and fought with him.

"Hahaha, what's the use of brute force?" The fortune teller saw Li Shou being dragged down by the crowd, and immediately cast several spells, which immediately added another burden to Li Shou.

Soldiers trapped him, masters beat him, and he was restrained by magic.

Li Shou was stuck in the crowd and completely lost his ability to pursue.

"Are you good at hitting? Being able to hit is of no use!" The fortune teller taunted while using his skills, "When you come out to hang out, you have to talk about your background and power! I have Da Qing on my back and my power is at its peak. You dare to come here alone? Looking for death! Have you lost your mind?"

"Who told you that I came alone?" Li Shou was as strong as a diamond. Although he was beaten badly by the crowd, he was never really injured - even a master who was more powerful than him would not be able to hurt him now. It's not that easy.

"Why, is there anyone else? Are they the diners from the villa, or from Lotus Pier? I've already inquired, and there are no reinforcements at Lotus Pier. Are you the only cats and dogs who still want to fight against my young army? It's just like a cockroach shaking a tree!"

The fortune teller was feeling complacent when he suddenly saw a crowd of people on the top of the mountain behind.

Soldiers appeared on the top of the mountain one by one. Judging from the number of people, there were probably more than a thousand.

"What's going on? It's only been a quarter of an hour since the fire started. The nearest Black Turtle City garrison can't be mobilized so quickly."

"Didn't you say that when you go out to hang out, you have to talk about your background and your power? Also, before you go out for action today, you didn't do a calculation for yourself?"

"There are so many people who have invaded, and the divinations are in chaos..." Looking at the dark soldiers on the hilltop, the fortune teller was completely frightened.

He turned around and wanted to run, but there were not only soldiers coming down from the mountain, but also some students wearing different kinds of clothes.

These students came from various schools and sects. Not to mention that each of them possessed special skills, but they were all extraordinary. After jumping down from the air, they blocked all the escape routes of the Qing Army.

Then thousands of sergeants on the top of the mountain began to shoot arrows at the Qing Army camp below.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

The Qing army was surrounded and attacked, and they had no time to take care of themselves. The pressure around Li Shou suddenly eased a lot.

And the most important thing is that things like "Arrow Rain" may have a great impact on others, but they have almost no impact on him.

The meat shield is the king of chaos.

He braved the rain of arrows and rushed to the fortune teller, pulling him into his arms: "Hahaha, I caught you!"

"Spare my life, really, spare my life..." When he was caught in Li Shou's arms, the fortune teller felt huge regret in his heart.

Throughout the ages, who is most afraid of death?

Are rich people most afraid of death?

Yes and no.

In fact, it is people with hope who are most afraid of death.

It is completely different from the mentality of ordinary time travellers. Ever since the fortune teller became the "top" of the Fang Ant camp and absorbed a large amount of supply resources, he has had one thought - to be the master of the world.

Wouldn't it be more satisfying to dominate a world of branches and leaves than to be an emperor?

Rich people?

It doesn’t even count.

When he becomes the master of the world, all the resources in the world are provided to him alone.

Countless beauties, countless cultivation resources, and immortal lifespan...

These things seem to be readily available after passing the third mission.

After all, the survival rate of the "top layer" of square ants has always been very high.

It's just one game away now.

No, it’s only half a game away!

He hasn't enjoyed it yet!

"Please, really, I know a lot of secrets. I can be your internal agent. Are you a time traveler? A person from the black mist? Whatever you like, I will get it for you... We can cooperate. Yes, Fang If the ants cooperate with the black mist, they can pass the level casually. I..."

"Tell you a secret."

"Um?"

"I'm a mushroom guy."

"Ah?" The diviner was in surprise, and all his bones were shattered. Life and hope began to flow rapidly at this moment, "I haven't enjoyed it yet..."

"Enjoy it in your next life."

After strangling the fortune teller, Li Shou placed his boneless body on the ground, then put all his bits and pieces in his arms, and checked the harvest, "In addition to these weird props, there are 1,000 Put some balance in the account! It’s really good, and it’s still a good deal to fight between factions.”

It only takes 1 point to kill an elite soldier, and there are only about 300 elite soldiers on site. It only takes 300 points to kill them all, let alone kill them all.

There are senior officers and craftsmen in the army, and the soldiers can also form defensive formations, all of which are enough for him to drink a pot.

He dared to rush over so recklessly because of his rough skin and thick flesh.

"It's not worth fighting these people!" After the Zhou people above shot, some of Zhou's military masters also jumped down.

The situation here has been completely stabilized.

"It's better to beat them than to beat Fang Yi..."

Seeing this, Li Shou quickly turned back towards the villa.

At this time, inside the villa.

The president and No. 6 are fighting with Abi and three bankers.

Abi is not weak in strength, but she is far inferior to his senior brother. With four against two and a group of people from Manshu, they are no match for the president and No. 6.

A total of 80 people came to Manshu for this mission. In the first assassination, 25 people died, and now there are more than 50 people.

Most of the more than 50 people are the same as the others in No. 8 Middle School. They are all "elite warrior types" - no one leads the team. Most of the people who can survive to the third mission of the mushroom tree are basically this type. of.

Because this type of warrior is very comprehensive and useful when facing ordinary tasks.

But there is also a huge flaw - their role is very limited when facing battles with huge level differences.

They gathered around like small soldiers, and even their bravery was far less than that of small soldiers.

So when Li Shou rushed over, he saw a magical scene.

In the huge courtyard, dozens of people were gathered on the roof. Except for a few long-range attackers, the others were basically spectators.

They want to run away, but are reluctant to give up points - after all, with such a good opportunity, the other party has already fallen into a trap, and if they still run away, it will be tantamount to slow death.

If you don't take action now, you will never have this opportunity again.

If the tiger returns to the mountain, they will either be assassinated one by one, or they will have to be a coward for the rest of their lives, unable to complete their tasks and wait for their lifespan to run out and die.

Neither fight nor run, in the end he became a spectator.

‘Perhaps, when they’re done fighting, we can go pick some heads! ’ Everyone had this mentality and stayed away.

But the president below couldn't hold it in any longer.

"The sound coming from the back mountain suddenly became noisier. Is there anything going on?"

"I don't know." No. 6 also felt something was wrong.

"I'll help you hold them back. You kill the people in Manshu first. Those guys are watching the monkey show on the roof!"

"good."

As No. 6 said this, his body once again formed a phantom and attacked towards the roof.

Abi wanted to stop him, but the president's body glowed with golden light. She froze and saw the killer flying up to the roof.

A phantom flashed past, and three heads fell to the ground. When No. 6 was about to kill the fourth person, a figure bumped into him.

"Brother, your opponent is me!"