[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 55 - Catch That Man

Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a magic weapon that contains thousands of wronged souls and ghosts. The flag was raised, thousands of troops, no one dared not to obey.

The true one is the many, the many are one.

"You actually sacrificed it...!"

Fan Xiangyi saw Wanhunfan, and he couldn't care about anything else for a moment, and flew straight to Cen Yi, reaching out to capture the flagpole! But before he could touch the flagpole, the long knife made of black smoke slashed straight at him! Fan Xiangyi raised his heavy sword and blocked it with a backhand. At the same time that the long sword was blocked, the heavy sword was directly split in half.

Fan Xiangyi simply threw the broken things of the northern Xinjiang people, and made a sword-drawing action in the void, and a long sword was drawn out of thin air by him!

The long sword has a solid body, as cold as frost and sparkling with cold light. The ubiquitous black smoke around him did not dare to approach Fan Xiangyi, nor did he dare to contaminate his long sword. Brahma Xiangyi raised his sword, and the invisible pressure suddenly spread, and the black smoke around him disappeared, immediately forming a clean and strange space. Fan Xiang repeatedly looked at Qi Yingfei, who was several times taller than him and was still riding on a horse, jumped straight up, and chopped down heavily!

Swish-! ! !

Qi Yingfei's powerful long sword was cut off by the long sword!

However, the ubiquitous black smoke on the battlefield quickly condensed, and the long knife of "God of War" quickly "grown" and returned to its original state.

Fan Xiang had expected it early in the morning, pointed his long sword directly at Qi Yingfei, and smiled sternly: "Guess what this time, what am I going to cut?"

Qi Yingfei didn't answer, but the black smoke around him was rapidly increasing, getting thicker and thicker, as if it could cover it. his figure. These black smoke came from the entire battlefield, and also from the Wanshun Banner. A steady stream of grievances from the ghosts poured out from the flag woven by the black smoke and gathered around Qi Yingfei. Its turbulent, its strong, seems to be able to make people hear the howling and screaming of the ghosts.

This terrifying sight did not make Brahma retreat half a point. On the contrary, the tip of his sword pointed at Qi Yingfei's head, and he shouted loudly: "Give him his soul! Use his soul to raise the Wanhun banner for you, what are you?!"

This sound is like a Hong bell ringing in the air, and the black smoke will vibrate and dissipate when it strikes. At the same time, Brahma was full of fighting spirit, and the surrounding vacuum was expanding. The invisible force was expanding and swallowing, and the black smoke was torn and smashed by it without a trace.

The black smoke was consumed too quickly, and in order to replenish it, the grievances of the ghosts rushing out of the Wanhun banner also increased rapidly, like a torrent pouring down. The flagpole seemed to be overwhelmed and swayed in the air.

It turned out that Cen Yi, who was holding the flagpole, couldn't hold it anymore.

As early as the moment he raised the eagle flag, black smoke lingered around him, making it hard for him to use his hands and feet. The black smoke was also wrapped in the howling and crying of the ghosts, some high and some low, some big and some small, some mourning and mournful. The sound was like a fingernail scraping on a blackboard, an electric drill hitting the wall above your head, and a heavy hammer hitting your temple. At this moment, Cen Yi couldn't take care of other things, and all his attention was spent on standing with his teeth clenched.