Stafford had to stop short of a very infectious and excellent speech.
boom!
A round-headed heavy hammer belonging to a warrior hit him less than 15 inches in front of his face, and was blocked by the "king's robe" simulated by colored light. The chaotic surge of colored light meant that he was in the Colosseum.
The pseudo-invincibility effect is under severe impact.
"Hey, where are you looking? Brother, why don't you belong to me?"
The side show was slowing down, in a very stylish way, putting on a rather distorted mask like a slow-motion movie. He was wearing a dusty and yellowed dirty robe, and the black and white air visible to the naked eye was billowing behind him.
He was holding up many bloody weapons picked up from the battlefield, constantly transforming into ghost faces, ghost claws, animal heads, tentacles and skeletons, looking like humans and beasts, ferocious and twisted.
Stafford had to admit that even if he couldn't tell the difference between a good Asian face and a bad one, the tall and well-proportioned young man in front of him could at least get an evaluation with good facial features. If he went to the Netherlands to be a rabbit, cough,
The master must be very popular and the mask is great, but the problem is——
"!!"
As soon as these two surprised questions with a hint of confusion and fear came out, the atmosphere visibly fell into an awkward silence.
The sideshow looked at Stafford in disbelief, then looked down at his own attire, at the black and white air behind him, at the self-prepared whips, drums, gongs, cymbals, flags and other weapons picked up from the battlefield floating around.
The bloody weapons were arranged in the directions of the Nine Palaces and Bagua, and finally I touched the mask on my face with satisfaction...
Having a mask is a beautiful thing. Fortunately, you are there!
Stafford looked down at the sideshow for a long time, wondering why he stood there as motionless as a statue, and said: "Oh, I remember, you are the fool who wants my Colosseum, right? Stupid!"
The two of them basically talked at the same time. Stafford didn't understand Chinese at all, and the side show's English level was also a howareyou type player, but in the end, the side show who was pronunciating the four-legged virtue understood it very solidly.
"Foreigners just have no fucking quality..."
The sideshow cursed and muttered, new and old hatreds welling up in his heart, today I will use you white-skinned ghost to pay tribute to the two bedrooms and one living room on the mat of my shoes!
"die!"
The black and white energy wrapped around the bloody broken weapons, and shot towards Stafford with a handsome posture that was known to everyone on the Chinese Internet as if Ten Thousand Swords were returning to the clan.
Stafford didn't know what this was, but the sledgehammer that was no more than 15 inches away from his face was enough to make him feel satisfied. Without thinking, he mobilized the surrounding colorful lights and the torrent of weapons to shoot and attack.
defense.
The side show sneered: "You damn white-skinned idiot, if my accomplices can block it like this, the board of Grandmaster's coffin will be lifted early in the morning!"
The horse steps up, the mandarin jacket rolls up, and the side show starts singing on the spot.
"The sun sets over the western mountains and the sky becomes dark. The dragon leaves the long sea and the tiger descends to the high mountain. The dragon leaves the long sea and can carry the rain. The tiger descends to the high mountain and blocks the road. The Hu and Huang teach under the high mountain. In the next world, the breeze leaves the high cage coffin~"
It's strange to say that.
The side show is a wolf-dog boy with an arm that can move a horse and a fist that can stand upright and a handsome face. When he speaks, he also has a clear and smooth voice, but when he sings, it becomes as violent as an old bird entering the bat cave.
The broken gong voice even made the chaotic battlefield of Killing Red Eyes quiet.
Not only singing, but the whips, drums, gongs, cymbals, flags and other "instruments" also have automatic dubbing. In conjunction with the side show's unpredictable dance steps and movements, the black and white energy transforms into ghost faces, claws, and animal heads.
Tentacles, skeleton pictures and silent wails...
The demons dance wildly and the ghosts and gods make changes!
Not to mention how shocked everyone around was, just mentioning the side show's singing, the battlefield was really changing. The illusory five-color mist came from nowhere and filled the entire battlefield, and the blood splashed on the ground reflected the scene.
Unpredictable ghosts, the corpses of alien beasts decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, gave birth to maggots, and the stench was overwhelming. The weapons left on the battlefield seemed to have been baptized by thousands of years, rusted rapidly, and floated up automatically.
Show your side.
Bianxiu's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and the sister's drum in her hand was beating harder and harder.
He pointed at Stafford with one hand and said: "The evil obstacle will be punished!"
The aura suddenly became a bit colder and more sinister, and the various transformed ghosts behind the sideshow actually broke away from the black and white auras and him, picked up various weapons, and rushed toward Stafford, laughing and screaming.
The colorful light royal robes around Stafford did not have the same obvious effect as before this time. The ghosts holding weapons squeezed into Stafford's side like they had passed through a layer of thick grease, machetes and broken axes.
Tetanus Weapon greeted him nonchalantly.
Stafford only had time to let out a short scream and fell from the colorful light to the high platform.
The ghosts were screaming and laughing, tearing their hands, biting their mouths, and swinging weapons wildly. The high platform was instantly dyed with the blood of one Stafford, creating a chilling pattern that made the forensic doctor shake his head.
Li Cang watched from a distance and asked Rao Qifang: "Who is this person? He has good taste!"
"People from Nightingale." Rao Qifang felt a little headache from the words "good taste", and finally understood where the strange comments on the forum came from, "I'm only 18, I can fight very well, but there is something wrong with my lifestyle.
..."
"?"
A junior brother next to him was locking someone else's throat while shouting: "This guy! It's him! He was drunk last week and caused trouble. He was going to hold an open party in Baiyujing. He was carried and thrown out by a group of girls.
The commotion was quite ugly, and Meng Liang seems to have been found!"
"Oh~" Li Cang pinched his chin and showed a strange expression, "This is to tarnish the holy place in Master Wang's heart. Lao Wang has decided to have a good chat with him, and maybe we can find a like-minded person!"
Of course Stafford is not dead.
This is what the sideshow thinks, and what most people think. If a weakling is like this, how can it be possible to organize a robbery gang of hundreds of thousands of people?
Regardless of accidental death or illness, biological death can be regarded as a good death, but social death is the destination and end of everything...
Stafford stood up again, bathed in a dazzling light. What he usually enjoyed most was the process of pretending to be dead. For him, the anger and despair of his opponent were the best relief during the boring robbery.
but...
He would rather that what just happened had not happened, and that he would be beaten to death by such a talented boy with a cloak hammer. It was... it was...
It can’t be considered decent in any way!
What made Stafford's eyes tear apart was that Li Cang, who witnessed the seamless connection between his fall and resurrection, seemed to have seen through people's hearts, and even said leisurely: "This can be regarded as a grand burial. If you don't
If you mind, I think he wouldn't mind helping you look decent."
