The overwhelming ghost tide finally swept over, and Lin Xiaolan's rain of arrows became extremely small and helpless. At the entrance of this pyramid, Mu Shaoan instantly faced intensive attacks from all directions, the sky and the earth.

But at this moment he was still as calm as a rock, as if all this had nothing to do with him. It was not until a dozen sharp claws were only a few centimeters away from his body that the long sword of war suddenly unsheathed.

There is no long rainbow running through the sun, no sword light like snow, no dragon roaring and tiger roaring.

All there is is sharp, extremely sharp. This long sword with four gaps seems to have burst out of vitality in an instant, possessing a soul, and the surging murderous intent is unstoppable.

The Immortal Heavy Shield was still standing quietly on the yellow sand, and the seven death wooden spears were still on their backs. Mu Shaoan held the knife in both hands. At this moment, he was not a shield warrior or a throwing master, but a swordsman walking alone on the yellow sand.

Unexpectedly.

The scorching sun is burning and the yellow sand is long, and the heat and torture will not have any effect at all.

The long sword swung, leaping like lightning, and in an instant, a thousand hits. After three seconds, a clearing was completely formed within ten meters of Mu Shaoan's body. All the twenty-one second-form red ghosts who rushed into this range were killed.

As for himself, no sharp claw can touch him.

But the ten-meter blank lasted for a second, and then immediately filled with the red craze. The enemy and us did not talk nonsense, life or death. This is not a multiple-choice question, but if I let you die, you must die.

Mu Shaoan was not stingy with his explosion value and never thought about a protracted war. As for life and death, it would not be under his consideration. Maybe he would die, maybe he could live, but what does it matter, what does combat points count?

What about golden rewards?

He doesn't care.

He likes to take risks, try and break through the limits.

Just like he dared to jump into the tide of thousands of corpses alone in the seven-day killing world, at this moment, he would not hesitate to block nearly a thousand more powerful ghost tides. The reason was just to break through and constantly break through his potential.

This reason seems childish, crazy, and ridiculous to others, but he is willing to accept it.

The burst value in the body is quickly consumed and is also recovering quickly.

His control of power allows him to gain the most at the lowest cost.

However, at this moment, he could not tolerate any carelessness. Every moment there were more than a dozen or twenty ghosts attacking at the same time, he had to do his best.

And that's exactly what he wants.

You won’t be crazy or become a demon.

No limit is exceeded.

Only real warriors will regard the bloodshed of long swords as a joy for their lifetime.

The fighting intention is condensing, the murderous intention is raging, and there is already a faint blood-colored light on the sword of war. It is hard to tell whether it is stained with blood or something?

Red ghosts followed one after another. Every time they seemed to be able to knock down Mu Shaoan who was so close, but every time they were greeted, they were cold and sharp blades.

This person is like a ghost, with the speed of shooting too fast, and the coordination and balance of his body are too terrifying. God knows how he did it?

He is like a superb dancer. Every misstep, every displacement, every leaning, every swing, every elegance, no simple agility, no simple power, no simple dodge, no simple balance.

Everything comes from stability.

He was obviously moving like a rabbit, his move was like lightning, and his body was agile, but he gave people a mountain-like majesty and unshakable.

So Lin Xiaolan, who kept shooting feather arrows behind, was stunned for a moment.

Really, she couldn't figure out how Mu Shaoan did it?

The combined power of dozens and hundreds of biochemical ghosts will definitely crush Mu Shaoan. This kind of confrontation in data will not make any mistakes, so even people who are so confident in Zhong Yuan and the others seem to be in trouble, and people who are so proud and confident are like doomsday.

She has never understood what confidence Mu Shaoan has? Could it be that he is just stupid and bold?

You should know that even if there are C-level experts here, they dare not stop nearly a thousand second-form red ghosts with just one person.

Because two fists cannot beat four hands, a hero cannot beat too many people, which is almost a law. No one can still advance or retreat under such a intensive attack. Since there is no room for advance or retreat, it is natural to be beaten to death by a group.

But now everything Mu Shaoan showed finally made Lin Xiaolan understand a little. Unfortunately, she is not a melee profession, otherwise she would definitely be able to understand something when witnessing this scene, which would be of great benefit.

That's right, a long time ago, Mu Shaoan was far ahead of all D-level program warriors and realized the secret of the word stability. This is why Xu Feng was obviously not much different from him in attribute data, but he couldn't even catch a single move.

Over the past six days, Mu Shaoan seemed to be sleeping soundly. On the one hand, he was trying to confuse the virus, but on the other hand, he was constantly experiencing the role of stability in combat.

This sounds like a fantasy, but it is not. The person who has nothing in his heart is a fantasy, but Mu Shaoan has already seen the path and has a hill in his heart. Now he realizes it is no less than the effect of seclusion.

Not to mention anything else, have other people ever experienced being alone and surrounded by hundreds of thousands of enemies, but they can always fight to the end?

Who has it?

Almost no one has had this experience, or almost all of them have died.

But Mu Shaoan has, and has survived more than once and has become the final winner.

So he just needs to constantly recall every detail he was besieged by countless enemies, constantly ruminate and improve, which is a great progress in itself.

In a sense, he is better at dealing with group fights than others, which is why he can understand the true meaning of stability faster and earlier.

You have to experience everything first before you can feel something. If a person who has never experienced such a desperate situation and a person who has always been accused of cooperating with his teammates can understand these things, unless he is a genius, he will have no way to understand them.

And all these causes and effects gather here, and the miracle at this moment is accomplished.

It was obvious that a large number of ghosts were siege from all directions, from the sky to the ground, but they evolved into Mu Shaoan's encirclement and blocking. At the entrance of the pyramid, within this space of less than ten meters, he held the war fire sword in both hands, and used the immortal heavy shield inserted on the yellow sand as the center of the circle, flying horizontally, jumping vertically, moving left, flashing right, circling, and rushing, and no long sword flashed by, but only saw corpses stacked.

The war sword soaked with blood-colored light seemed to be getting sharper.

In just a few minutes, the entire pyramid's originally spacious entrance was completely blocked by the corpse. Lin Xiaolan originally wanted to give everything to provide support to Mu Shaoan, but now she suddenly realized that her support was meaningless.

"What happened?"

Zhong Yuan and others who had been hiding nervously at point b of the pyramid were waiting for a few minutes and finally couldn't help but rush out again. Then they saw the scene in front of them. You could hear the roar outside, but the entrance to the pyramid was blocked by the corpse, and blood flowed like a stream.

Lin Xiaolan stood there in a daze, feeling lost.

"Go and support quickly and move the bodies away."

Everyone is smart. Although they don’t want to believe it from the bottom of their hearts, the facts cannot be changed. Since that is the case, since there is such a terrifying master on their side, then if you don’t get a share of the pie at this time, do you have to wait for daylily?

A group of people were busy moving the blocked corpses away, ready to join the battle impatiently, but the speed of stacking corpses on them seemed to be faster. They were like survivors trapped in a mine cave, and no matter how hard they tried to dig, there was no end.

"Hurry, Mu Shaoan is waiting for us to rescue outside." Zhong Yuan shouted, almost regretting it.

Everyone regretted death. Damn, if they had known that there was such a powerful teammate, they would not have escaped to point B to defend, these are all valuable points.

At this moment, Mu Shaoan outside had already consumed his explosion value dozens of times, but his killing action with swords in both hands did not slow down at all. He still had strong mental power to slowly consume and burn continuously. As long as he could still hold the long sword of war, he could continue to fight.

The virus side thought that it could use human-sea tactics to kill him. This is indeed a good method. It can not only avoid the losses of its elite troops, but also kill the first threat.

But they were only a little wrong. Mu Shaoan’s limit could not be broken by just a thousand meters of red ghosts.

At this point in the battle, even the white ghosts joined the battle, trying to test with this elite + cannon fodder method, but this did not make any sense. Unless there was a ghost that could crush Mu Shaoan, their approach would not cause any trouble to Mu Shaoan.

For him, whether it is the cannon fodder Red Ghost or the elite white Ghost, it can be done in one stroke.

The blood-colored light emitted by the War Fire Sword at this moment was already extremely rich, but no one could notice it for the time being in this battle with dirty blood splashing.

Mu Shaoan should have noticed it first, but at this moment, he was devoted to the battle, not caring about it at all, and would not find the fact that the war sword was getting sharper and sharper.

So much so that this long-planned siege began to turn into a massacre.

When Zhong Yuan and others finally crawled out of the layers of corpses and mines, there was only a sharp roar. The red ghost that was besieging Mu Shaoan instantly retreated and rushed into the rolling yellow sand.

Because it is no longer possible to retreat, Mu Shaoan could hardly see any fatigue, but there are more than 400 red ghosts killed by him. This is a completely suicide attack. The human sea tactic has failed. When will it take until he doesn't retreat?

"Ahhhh, you viral trash, bastards, disgusting slugs, your grandpa is here, run your ball?"

Zhong Yuan and others were almost so angry that they vomited blood. These bastard viruses, at least for a few more minutes, are too shameful to give them face. Can they still play well? How can they bully people like this? I am dissatisfied with it!

"Captain, let's chase after you and avenge Mu Shaoan!"

An anti-virus hunter on the B list shouted angrily, saying that he did not see Mu Shaoan like a blood gourd not far away.

"Chase?"

Zhong Yuan was a little moved. He was very confident in his strength. Even if he faced twenty red ghosts alone, he was not afraid. If the other party fought with wheels, twenty or one hundred at a time, he was not afraid. However, when he thought of hundreds of red ghosts rushing up, he couldn't help but chill. Bird hair is not the same thing at all.
Chapter completed!