Three-one-six-seven aliens, or one punch "The Eighth Young Master has gone down."
"Look, the eighth young master is down."
In the stands, the spectators who had become a panicked mass and were busy teleporting suddenly stopped and watched the man with flying black hair leaping from the stands more than 20 meters high.
Let alone rushing out at this time, even if you jump from a height of more than 20 meters, most people will lose arms and legs.
But what's even more surprising is that after Ye Kong landed, another white figure jumped down from the stands.
"Eighth Young Master, let me help you" Everyone was in an uproar again.
It turned out that the one who jumped down turned out to be Li Bing, the ice beauty from Mars and from the Fire Temple.
Then, someone jumped down again Wang Yifeng, Ke Junbin, Princess Qiu Yue and other contestants who had lost the game all jumped down.
The funniest thing was that the bulky armored man almost broke himself.
Everyone jumped down one by one and said, "Eight."
Master, we are here to kill the aliens, everyone has a responsibility."
Those spectators who wanted to escape immediately sat back in their seats.
"This is a virtual world.
There is nothing to be afraid of.
Even in the real world, we still have so many strong people to protect us."
"They are all heroes.
Keep watching the game and watch them become aliens."
"Torture this monster to death" For a time, the morale of the audience in the stands was high.
In previous games, some people always supported the left and others supported the right.
But this time, everyone supported one side.
At this moment, He Zhen had received the latest news from the Global Network.
He stood at the edge of the stand and shouted to the bottom, "It's an alien.
This is a data alien that has parasitized the data of the Global Network."
"There are also data aliens."
Ye Kong has never heard of it.
In the past, the spirit races he has seen are all physical.
But this is the first time he has encountered this kind of data flow consciousness spirit race.
It seems that this alien is really powerful.
It can parasitize and survive in any environment.
With the new environment, different variants will appear.
At this moment, the referee on the field has no control over the system.
When the players jump down, the data barrier is locked.
The game starts automatically, and the game's serial number and information about both sides are naturally displayed above the head.
Wei Jin Origin unknown, age 2 days, occupation unknown.
Equipment: Homemade metal spikes.
Rank: 833.
Eighth Young Master Chinese nationality from Earth, 24 years old, soldier.
Equipment: None.
Rank: 18.
Li Bing From Mars Fire Temple, 21 years old, cultivator.
Equipment: Vulcan Stone.
Rank: 4.
Iron Man From the Lunar Research Institute, 63 years old, professor.
Equipment: Iron body.
Rank: 2.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Princess Qiu Yue From Oran Star, 17 years old, student.
Equipment: Homemade black fantasy sword.
Rank: 9.
Wang Yifeng from Seeing the rows of names, the atmosphere in the stands became excited, and the commentator's voice in the sky also joined in the fun, "This is no longer a simple fk game, this is a battle between us humans, this is a battle between us humans against foreigners.
In the history of war, mankind has faced catastrophe more than once, but we have passed on the fire and continued to live.
It is because of these heroes that heroes will win and mankind will win."
"We must win, we must win" With cheers from above, all the players in the data barrier took off their weapons and looked at the alien Wei Jin flying in the sky.
Obviously, this alien in the form of data is also very excited.
"Silk" he stuck out his long tongue like a snake, licking his lips, his eyes full of excitement.
Word by word, he said, "Humans, suffer death."
As he spoke, he spread out his big wings on his back, glided, and swooped down.
A pair of shark fins suddenly stuck out in his hands. stamp But obviously he underestimated the abilities of these strong men in front of him.
They were much stronger than the despicable Yi Jingming. clang The armored man blocked the blow with his thick back.
"Monster dies" A figure in blue suddenly jumped out from behind the armored man who looked like a big iron pot.
The long sword in Princess Qiu Yue's hand swept towards Wei Jin with a sky full of light and shadow.
The alien has never been used to dodging, so it was hit by Princess Qiu Yue with a bang, and it immediately fell out.
At the same time, another gray shadow emerged from behind the armored man.
His movements could not be seen clearly with the naked eye, but in just a blink of an eye, Wang Yifeng appeared under Wei Jin's wings and grabbed his metal wing feathers.
Then the Martian Ice Beauty ran over and unceremoniously hit Wei Jin on the chin with her flaming lower uppercut.
Bang Wei Jin was hit by everyone in a series of violent attacks, and he was a little scared.
Licking the green blood spurting from his mouth, he flew up into the air with a gasp, hovering in the air, never daring to come down again.
Now everyone is frowning a little.
It would be easy to do it on the ground, but when this guy goes up to the sky, no one can fly.
The armored man smiled bitterly and said, "No, no, I'm so heavy."
Li Bing's face was as cold as ice and he said, "We can't fly even if we're not heavy."
Wang Yifeng said, "In terms of speed, I can fly."
Ke Junbin said, "How about we let the mecha come?
Fighting this thing is not our strong point."
At a time when everyone has different opinions and is at a loss to do anything.
There was a burst of noise from the stands behind, "Eight Young Masters, Eight Young Masters, Eight Young Masters" Although the Eighth Young Master was the first to jump down, after the battle started, the Eighth Young Master was not eye-catching, so everyone did not pay much attention to him.
Now hearing the shouts from the audience, Li Bing and others looked back and saw a young man with long black hair reaching his shoulders, flying up.
He is not flying, but walking It was as if there were stairs sloping upward under his feet.
He was stepping on the air, going up step by step, getting higher and higher.
"What kind of training spell is this?"
Li Bing and others were dumbfounded.
Their training was still at the stage of luck, and they didn't know the principles of the tricks used by Ye Kong.
"Eight Young Masters Eight Young Masters" On the playing field, everyone is paying attention, and the shouts are like the tide.
At this moment, many mecha warriors were already standing in the open space below the arena.
As long as they give an order, they will use light energy cannons to blast through the data barrier and attack the aliens.
However, the order from Global Network was delayed.
"What's going on?
Do these stupid fighting competition staff really think that those FK fighters who fight like children can defeat aliens?"
"Don't be too fanciful about aliens.
Whether it's on display or in the virtual world, you can never defeat it with your fists and kicks."
"That's right, we still have to rely on our mecha warriors to fight the aliens."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
While the group of mecha warriors were talking to each other, Ye Kong, who was walking upwards, was obviously dissatisfied with the current speed.
He began to speed up and started to fly.
Wow Everyone in the audience stood up, and the fk player flew into the sky.
This was something that had never been seen in previous games.
The eighth young master had no wings and no engine.
He just stepped into the sky step by step.
This completely surpassed all human theoretical knowledge.
And now, the eighth young master is still running wildly in the sky "Eighth Young Master will win, Eighth Young Master, come on"
Amid the loud shouts, Wei Jin also realized that he was afraid, and he flapped his wings to escape.
But how could he escape?
He saw the eighth young master running up and grabbing him by the neck.
Wei Jin struggled crazily and flapped his big wings crazily.
But it was ineffective.
Ye Kong's palms were like iron pincers and his feet seemed to be rooted in the air.
"Alien, go to hell" In the sky, the eighth young master's eyes were focused, and he pinched Wei Jin's throat with his left hand and pressed it down.
Right hand raised high Bang As before, still a punch Wei Jin was beaten to pieces: