Global Advent: Apocalyptic Desert Island Game

On the ring, blood shot violently.

When the spear pierced the throat of Mr. Bei, his eyes were full of incredible expressions.

Until the moment of death, he couldn't understand why Meng Hao possessed such a powerful force.

Pei fell to his knees, holding a heavy sword in both hands.

And the black spear stabbed a hole in the blade.

The spear pierced his throat one after another through the blade.

It was just a face-to-face meeting, and Lord Bei had already died tragically on the spot.

At the same time, in an unknown corner of the desert island world, the face of Bei, who had just retired from the arena, was pale and in a trance.

This time, Meng Hao's terrifying power had a violent impact on his spirit.

After losing one after another in the hands of Meng Hao, an indelible shadow has already formed in his heart.

"Meng Hao is really terrifying, and the growth rate is frightening."

"In any case, I will never be an enemy of him again."

After learning from the pain, he finally made up his mind and made a certain decision in his heart.

"Fortunately, these things only happen in the arena, everything is false."

"If it were in reality, I would have died many times."

Master Bei thought for a long time and finally made the right decision.

The two sides didn't have any deep hatred, it was just a conflict of interest on the battle power rankings.

After meeting Meng Hao, stay away, don't provoke him, you should be able to save your life.

After making up his mind, Beiye's complexion recovered a lot, and he continued to fight in the ring.

No way, after he was defeated by Meng Hao, all his points had been taken away by the opponent.

He has to start from scratch again.

Fortunately, this is not the first time, he is already familiar with the road.

Meng Hao can challenge him, and of course he can challenge others.

Thus, the road of Pui Ye's rise began again.

But no matter how you look at it, it's a bit bitter.

With the announcement of the arrival of poisonous fog, in addition to causing panic around the world, the arena has also become lively.

No way, the base islands are all running poison, and many players have nothing to do. Apart from building the base, there is only one entertainment item, the Arena.

Of course, there are also a small number of players who have obtained the Cultivation Technique and are in Closed Door Training cultivation.

There are also players who have obtained the manual of magic practice and are meditation and practice magic.

When they were successful in cultivation, they rushed into the arena for the first time.

Regardless of other things, just pretend to be forced.

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After Meng Hao defeated the number one Bei Ye, his combat power score instantly soared to the first place.

He originally had a lot of points, but now with Beiye's points, it might be a little difficult for ordinary players to catch up with him.

However, the purpose of Meng Hao's trip was not to earn points, but to polish his combat power.

So, the second battle soon began.

In order to make a quick battle, Meng Hao did not challenge others, but randomly matched.

He was worried that others would not be able to deal with it, and he didn't want to encounter the situation of neither agreeing nor rejecting like the case just now.

There are many benefits to random matching, and no one knows who the other party is.

Only when they stand on the ring can the two parties meet.

It can only be said that the person who matched Meng Hao was really unlucky.

The first opponent was a middle-aged man in his thirties with a square face and a very burly figure.

He held a big iron rod in his hand, and his aura looked quite extraordinary.

However, Meng Hao shook his head disappointedly when he saw his first glance.

Without it, it's just too food.

The purpose of Meng Hao's participation in the ring is to sharpen himself, and he needs evenly matched opponents.

The strength of the person in front of him is really far behind.

Meng Hao's spiritual sense is very powerful, and he can clearly feel that there is no energy fluctuation in the opponent's strong man.

In other words, the big guy on the other side was just a little stronger, but in fact he was just an ordinary person.

Sun Houqian carried a big iron rod into the arena with a triumphant smile on his mouth.

Luck is here, and it is really unstoppable.

In the battle just now, he met a seventeen or eighteen-year-old female player with a fragile figure and no hands to tie a chicken.When he went down, the female player could only beg for mercy.

The female player knows that she will definitely lose, she doesn't ask for anything else, only hopes that the other party's stick will be lighter when it starts.

After some struggle, in the end, the female player died under his stick.

All are good in the arena, but surrender is not allowed.

Of course, you can also escape, but the cost of escape is too high.

Not only will they be classified as dishonest people, but the income will have to be halved.

Most players would rather lose a game than run away.

Sun Houqian was full of joy. He glanced at Meng Hao and felt that the other party should be a rookie.

Meng Hao was thin and looked very quiet, giving people a sense of harmlessness to humans and animals.

Sun Houqian felt that the opponent couldn't even hold his own hand.

"Young man, you're unlucky to meet me, let you see how great this uncle is today."

While talking, Sun Hougan rushed towards Meng Hao holding an iron rod.

Every foot of him is heavy, and it looks like the iron rod is heavy.

Meng Hao shook his head again and sighed, feeling speechless for the other party's behavior.

In other words, don't you need to look at the opponent's information before starting a war?

Don't you know the famous "Master Hao"?

"Wait a mininute!"

Meng Hao stretched out his hand and called a timeout.

Sun Hou paused, and the heavy iron rod slammed on the ground with a clang, almost swaying his waist.

"Zhedi, ask for mercy? This game does not have the option of surrender." Sun Houqian shouted breathlessly.

Meng Hao gave a dry smile and said, "No, I take off my equipment first, I'm afraid you won't feel it when you hit me."

While talking, Meng Hao began to take off his equipment.

Robe of the mage, assault armor, resurrection battle armor, healing ring...

Meng Hao took off the top equipment and put it in the storage ring. He only wore a double-shoulder vest on his upper body, which looked quite cool.

"Okay, you can continue!" Meng Hao hooked Sun Hougan and said in a deep voice.

Sun Houqian: "???"

"Fuck, why is there so much equipment on this kid?"

"Before the war starts, take off the equipment, who do you look down on?"

"Hmph, you are about to pay the price for own arrogance!"

Sun Hougan let out a roar, grabbed the iron rod with both hands, and furiously attacked Meng Hao.

Meng Hao smiled and didn't fight back, letting the opponent's iron rod hit him.

When the iron rod hit Own's head immediately, Meng Hao turned sideways slightly and took the opponent's blow with his back.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and Sun Houqian felt like a stick hit the rock, and his mouth was shaking.

Meng Hao didn't move at all, instead he blamed: "Can't you use a little force? Didn't you eat?"

Sun Houqian: "???"

The harm is not high, and the insult is very strong.

Sun Houqian was angry on the spot.

"I let you pretend!"

Sun Houqian brandished a big iron rod and slammed it up again at Meng Hao.

Meng Hao still turned sideways slightly, greeted the opponent's iron rod with his back.

"Well, this strike still looks a little bit like, go on!" Meng Hao praised.

Sun Hou's brows were squeezed into a word for Sichuan. He felt that he might be insane today.

"Eat my old grandson!"

Sun Houqian yelled and jumped up to hit Meng Hao.

Meng Hao didn't evade, and continued to hard-connect with his back.

"Well, comfortable, come again!" Meng Hao encouraged.

Now, Sun Houqian was a little confused.

The person in front of him is not only mentally abnormal, but also has a terrifying physical fitness.

Not only did he not vomit blood, but felt very comfortable when he hit the body with such a heavy iron rod.

Could it be that he treats own attack as a massage?

NS!

This is really outrageous!

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