Chapter 111 Grab the Baby
In a very short period of time, hundreds of people came to surround Changheng.
These players are all witches and demons. Or the skin is covered with tattoos, and the body is wrapped in all kinds of aura, or the beast head is human, with a pair of miserable green eyes staring at Chang Heng.
"Ky, hand over the treasure and let you leave. Otherwise, in this game, you have to start all over again. Some players can't wait.
"I said that the vision just now was born from my promotion, and there is no treasure at all." Chang Heng said in a low voice.
"If you don't drink a toast, you won't be punished. In this case, I'll blow you up first." There was a sharp voice in the crowd, and Chang Heng looked at a monkey player. The monkey player was wearing a leather robe and was thin. He dragged a stick with a thin arm upside down in his hands. A hairy monkey head grinned. Seeing Chang Heng looking at him, he raised his right hand on his neck and made a gesture to cut his throat.
"Friend, as the saying goes, half of people are divided. There are so many people here, and you can't stop the Wuxiangjing. You'd better hand over your things so as not to lose your life in vain." A middle-aged player seemed to say kindly.
Chang Heng frowned secretly. Not to mention that there is no treasure, Chang Heng will not hand it over. It's just that so many people want to leave, but it's not very simple.
"There's so much nonsense. If you kill him, everything will come out." Behind Chang Heng, a turtle player held two sledgehammers in his hand, stepped forward a few steps, and raised the hammers high and hit Chang Heng's head. When the hammer fell, he shouted this sentence.
As the two hammers fell, a sound of the ups and downs of the sea came from it, rumbled like a large wave dozens of meters.
Chang Heng snorted coldly, suddenly turned around, his mind turned, and the Feilian gun appeared in his hand. A red light flashed on the dark Feilian gun, and the tip of the gun quickly swung left and right, gently picking up against the turtle players.
If the turtle player's double hammer is a sea wave, then Chang Heng's gun is a vigorous dragon going out to sea, with a long roar, with a flashing cold light. With a gentle swing of the tip of the gun, it will swing the turtle player's double hammer, as if entering no one's land, to the other party's throat.
The turtle players were shocked, but they didn't expect Chang Heng to break his attack so easily. Before he had time to hammer defense, the turtle player shouted loudly, and his head suddenly shrank down and quickly disappeared. There was nothing above his bare shoulders. Chang Heng shot away and stabbed it from above.
"Hmm?" Chang Heng was slightly shocked and then saved. This is the talent of the turtle clan. The turtle clan is known for its defense. Like him, he shrinks all his limbs and heads into the turtle shell. Ordinary people really can't do anything about him for a while.
It's just a pity that he met Chang Heng. Seeing the turtle player shrinking his head into the turtle shell, Chang Heng smiled coldly, opened his mouth, and a yellow wind spewed out of his mouth.
The yellow wind spewed out of Changheng's mouth and quickly diffused into a strong wind, spinning around the turtle players. Unexpectedly, this yellow wind can temporarily fascinate even the monsters of the old clam spirit, not to mention this turtle player who is only in the Dan period. The turtle shell has certain obstacles to physical attacks and spell attacks, but there is nothing to deal with the yellow wind of the soul.
"Night Moon." Chang Heng was slightly stunned, and a figure of a man whose name was like a woman, who was elegant and beautiful, but killed people but was more fierce than anyone else appeared.