"grass!"

The fat man Mo Tong flew to a corner of the building with his sword, and looked down at the Moon who was struggling to support the sword light but still standing still. His face looked extremely ugly.

"This batch is playing us, and he can't beat him to death!"

The sword cultivator made by Jiang Yuanhua also flew to Mo Tong's side with his sword. The sword light flashed around him. He was breathing slightly, with a serious expression.

"The water monster is reborn when encountering water, immortal. It is impossible to kill it with our power."

"Then we'll pull it to the desert?"

"Impossible." Jiang Yuan shook his head, "Not to mention whether he can pull a monster as big as a small square into the desert, and he must ensure that it will not struggle in the middle. Even if he pulls it to the desert, it has the ability to summon a rainstorm in the desert."

"It's really awful to have the ability to not go to the desert to rain and serve the people." Mo Tong muttered, "If he joins Beichen, at least he will be treated at the provincial level."

"I know what you want to say, but we are not the protagonists. Just talking to the boss and convince the boss only happens in TV series."

Mo Tong remained silent.

As he said that, Jiang Yuan observed the situation around him, his face becoming more and more ugly.

"Everyone can be resurrected for a limited number of times. Although new forces have been rushing from all over the country, if time is delayed for a long time, we will not be able to waste it at all."

Mo Tong's breath was a little disordered. He was one of the first people to participate in the war just now. In this state, he could not be tired no matter how long he played in the game world.

A kind of mental fatigue gradually accumulated on him. Seeing them fighting for twenty minutes to worship the moon, they still had no sign of defeat at this moment. Even he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

The entire Beichen flood was replaced with blood, and the sky was still covered with dark clouds and rainstorms. In the shadows, the heavy rain seemed to have cast a shroud on the entire city.

The screams and the sounds of swords remained the same, and the players of the fairy sword were still attacking the Moon with perseverance. They felt more or less tired like Mo Tong appeared on their faces.

In this state, their mental power consumption will be more than dozens of times that of the real world. In twenty minutes, they have been able to get over the state where they stayed asleep for several nights.

But even so, no one chose to quit. Even though many of them realized that this Moon Worship might not be defeated at all, even if many of them only thought it was a special AR game launch conference...

But at least... all of them have a consensus that if they don't defeat Baiyue here, Ling'er will die, and it is very likely that there will be no second chance...

In reality, they may choose to retreat because of their concerns about injury, death, and everything in reality, and choose to bury their heads in the sand like ostrichs and shivered.

In reality, they may not be able to change regrets, nor do they have the ability to change regrets.

But in the game, all these concerns no longer exist. They have the ability and the opportunity to change everything. If they can't do it, they don't need to live in this world at all!

At this moment, they are holding such a belief.

At this moment, they were like a closed valley suddenly opened, and their lives were surging in the impact of the strong wind.

They are fearless and firm in their will, and the true potential of mankind will also bloom at this moment. This only tribe who dares to kill gods will once again fight against fate until death!

After resting for a while, Jiang Yuan and Mo Tong stopped hesitating and continued to fly up and rush forward to join in with the Moon.

"Fuck! So what if I can't beat you to death? Unless I'm so dead today, I'll take a few days and months to beat you until you're convinced!"

Today, either their millions of Shushan disciples spend all their deaths, or they beat the moon to worship the moon again and never dare to harm the world!

Ling'er looked at the Shushan fellow disciples rushing towards the moon one after another with sadness. Her sadness and self-blame gradually occupied her heart.

Although all these fellow disciples have bad tempers, in Zhao Linger's heart, they are all good people.

Especially the words they shouted when they came here, although vulgar, made her feel extremely warm inside.

These big brothers and sisters all came to protect her...

This made her flattered and in great pain.

Although these people have the ability to resurrection, according to Ling'er's observation, this ability to resurrection has its limit. She just saw several people killed by the water monster and never appeared again...

But the water monster is truly immortal...

Sister Qingqing, whom she came to this world, died several times under the hands of the Water Warcraft. She was very scared, afraid that she would completely disappear like those few people just now...

What they did was useless... Although they didn't want to admit it, that's the truth.

The only one who can stop worshiping the moon... is only as a descendant of Nuwa, who seals the water monster...

Ling'er turned her head and looked at Li Xiaoyao who was being treated by the luck of the Jiujian Immortal. She looked at the water monster that had been killed and alive not far away...

Zhao Ling'er, you can't be so selfish. You are a descendant of Nuwa. You were born to protect the people and seal the water monster. For Brother Xiaoyao, Sister Qingqing, Senior Jiujianxian and everyone, and for all the loved people in the world, you must stand up and end this meaningless sacrifice...

Zhao Ling'er secretly cheered herself up, grabbed the snake-headed staff tightly, and her eyes gradually became firm.

She did not say goodbye to Li Xiaoyao anymore, but swayed the snake's tail to approach the water monster...

...

"Ayuan!" Mo Tong noticed Zhao Ling'er approaching here. He avoided a snake head of the water monster and roared at Jiang Yuan: "Take Ling'er away and let her leave Tianquan City, the further you go, the better!"

Mo Tong's roar also attracted the attention of the rest of the people around them. They shifted their gaze from the water monster to Zhao Ling'er. Looking at her gradually approaching, an unknown premonition lingered in their hearts.

"Ling'er!"

"Ling'er! Don't come here!"

Hundreds of sword cultivators tried to rush towards Zhao Ling'er, but at this moment, the water monster suddenly exploded and the blood around him set off a tsunami of dozens of meters high, rushing towards the sword cultivators.

Mo Tong and others were all focused on Zhao Ling'er. They couldn't react for a while and rushed to hundreds of meters away with their backs.

For a moment, the water monster was instantly cleared, and a person who prepared in advance stayed there...

Zhao Ling'er, wearing a red dress, holding a staff, and a snake's tail, was covered with a circle of divine power shields. Even though the waves around her were surging, she still stood there. Compared to the huge and terrifying monster opposite, she seemed delicate and small, but the momentum of both sides was completely comparable.

Zhao Ling'er's eyes were firm, crossing the snake-headed staff, and the glory of divine power was shrouding around.

Mo Tong, Jiang Yuan, Yan Qing, Shen Qingqing and other fairy sword players were anxious to see it.

"Ling'er!"

"Zhao Ling'er!!!"

Without thinking, even though they were exhausted and almost exhausted, they used all their strength to rush towards the water monster with their swords.

The sword energy is radiant, the sword light is flashing, and the sword sounds.

Zhao Ling'er now has long represented her not only.

She carries the secret love that these fairy sword players dare not confess in their youth, dare not stand for their bullied friends, dare not refute the unreasonable orders of their bosses, dare not give up their comfortable life and go out for a life of ease. All of this belongs to their regrets, and the regrets they have created because of their incompetence and cowardice.

They saved Zhao Ling'er not only to save the life of this young girl in her youth.

But I blame myself and reluctance to the self who dare not fight...

All of this has turned into their persistent belief and will.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Mo Tong's eyes were red, although only a few hundred meters short, but in their eyes, they were far away.

"Get faster! Go faster!!"

Their hearts were shouting and roaring, and the speed of the sword was actually increased by a lot. To outsiders, these people almost became streamers.

"It's not enough, it's not enough, hurry up ah ah!"

Mo Tong roared with a ferocious face, and bright red blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes, while his speed was raised a lot again, and his whole person turned into a giant sword and rushed straight towards the Moon.

"Sky Sword!!!"

"Ten Thousand Swords!!"

The roars around him came one after another, and countless sword lights rushed onto the water monster at the same time. The countless lights instantly tore the water monster into pieces...

Nearly one million sword cultivators present also disappeared...

...

On the back of the giant beast above the sky.

"Ding...the third qualified person was detected, and the link helmet began to record data...Mo Tong, male, twenty-three years old...ding...the fourth qualified person was detected..."

The voices of voices sounded in the cave, but Kayaba Akihiko's attention was not on this voice. He looked at the supercomputer array around him, and the temperature around him was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then...

Peng!

With a light sound, these supercomputers burst into white smoke and even burned with raging fire.

Fortunately, there were a few sword immortals on one side who could easily extinguish the flames.

Looking at the supercomputer still smoking, Kayaba Akihiko sighed.

"Some people are busy next..."

...

Mo Tong suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a severe pain of bones being interrupted and reorganized, instantly covering his whole body, which made him hum and convulse directly on the bed. After about a few minutes, he gradually calmed down. Although he was still weak, he could barely take off his helmet and turn on the TV.

The live broadcast did not disconnect. It seemed that the drone had very good battery life. Millions of sword cultivators disappeared in an instant. Both the audience in front of the TV, Zhao Linger and others were confused.

But Mo Tong obviously wouldn't care about these things. All the players participating in the battle were staring at a corner of the screen, where the water monster was originally staying...

A ball of meat is growing rapidly, condensing into a snake's tail and a snake's body...
Chapter completed!