Strange Advent: My Teammates Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"Plass, now is the fourth round!" Lin Yifan, who had resurrected the black sword servant behind him, whispered softly, and then looked at the system interface.

There is only one last chance left for resurrection!

"Resurrected?" Plath was stunned for a short time, and then rage appeared!

"So what if you are resurrected? No matter how many times you resurrect, this deity will kill you again and again!!!" Plath also became completely enraged and began to fight against the players desperately!

"Ah! I sent...Wait, I think if I find a Band-Aid to stick my broken body back in half, I can still save it...Alas!"

"Oh, I'm dead... quick to revive me... what? No more resurrections? I'm so damned!"

"Come on, brothers, I can recover infinitely!"

"What? You told me that I didn't have the number of resurrections until I burped? It's only three times in total? I already gave Brother Heijian two times? Damn it!"

"The blood of this boss is too thick, isn't it? Didn't the thick fog kill more than half of his blood before~? Why isn't he dead?"

"Wait, this boss doesn't bring back blood, does it? If it brings back blood, it's really over!"

"I counted, and it seems that the number of people belching farts is a little bit more. It's almost thirty...... Ah, Brother Farmer finally belched-fart! Good!"

"???"

Less than ten minutes!

The number of players keeps decreasing, and the number of fart players has reached as many as 33!

And there are not many players left who are still alive!

Lin Yifan had already used up his last resurrection chance before, and resurrected the black sword attendant for the third time!

But even so, after the resurrection, the black sword attendant was still crushed by Plath with one arm in the air, and he was fighting with one arm!

And the farmer's three fists and the invincible gun also belched one after another!

"Die to me!" At this time, Daozu Xianyu shouted, and then raised two 40-meter-long Shenmu machetes from the sky, and chopped them fiercely on Plath!

However……

Even the 40-meter-long Shenmu machete still pierced Plath's body as if it had been cut on a mirror, and crashed on the ground. "It didn't hurt Plath at all."

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"This is unscientific!" Salted Fish Daozu cried out in grief and indignation, and was punched through the chest by Plath!

"Ah!" As the salted fish Daozu was punched to death by Plath!

At this moment, there are only two players left on the battlefield!

Black Sword Squire and Davenstein!

In previous battles, Davenstein has tried to shoot with a water gun, but the mysterious rain that has been tried repeatedly...

This time it didn't work for Plath!

Obviously, this mysterious rain can only restrain ghosts and other existences that contain the breath of death, and Plath is obviously a demonic existence from another dimension, so it is completely ineffective!

"Finally, are there only three people left?" Plath was also having a hard time at this time. He was cut by the sword of the black sword attendant again and again, and the damage caused did not disappear, but kept accumulating!

At this time, Plath hadn't even recovered for several minutes, his body was dripping with blood, and the wound hadn't recovered.

Even one of Plath's demon eyes was blind, and the previous demon pupil could no longer be used.

Even the powerful demon shock wave, when it was forced to launch for the last time, its power was less than one-tenth of its previous power!

Obviously, Plath has also run out of fuel!

The competition between the two sides at this time is who can persevere until the end!

"Huh...... Huh...... Huh......" The black sword attendant held the sword with one hand and stared at Plath!

And Davenstein was hit by Plath's attack before, and he was half lying on the ground, unable to stand up.

...asking for flowers...

The only player who was unscathed in the audience was Lin Yifan who played behind the screen all the time!

But at this time, Lin Yifan's complexion was also pale, and he wasted a lot, even the power of the trick cards he cast had been weakened by more than half!

After all, although there is no face-to-face battle, in order to protect the players, there are also black sword attendants to cover, plus the continuous summoning and replenishment of the Shenmu giant soldiers that have been blown up again and again, Lin Yifan is also seriously overdrawn at this time.

Although no one said it clearly.

But Lin Yifan could feel that he could use cover once at most, and the attendant of the black sword only had the strength to swing his sword once!

Whether it is life or death depends on the last confrontation!

"Shenmu escape technique..."

"Shenmu Flying Spear Array!"

Lin Yifan made a move, and directly launched a total of eighteen Shenmu flying guns, all flying away, attacking Plath!

Of course, this is just a cover attack!

Immediately, the servant of the black sword jumped up with a stomp on the air, brandished the bloodthirsty magic sword with one hand, and slashed towards Plath with one sword!

"Void Devil's Claw!" Plath raised his hand, and cast four Void Demon's Claws to attack the attendants of Black Sword!

"Sacred wood shield!" However, Lin Yifan raised his hand, and four sacred wood shields appeared around the body of the black sword attendant, barely blocking the four void demon claws!

But Lin Yifan also exhausted the last of his strength at this time, kneeling on one knee, unable to move.

Whether you win or lose depends on the blow!

"The last sword!!!" The attendant of the black sword swung the magic sword bloodthirsty with one hand, and the sword fell, and he was about to kill King Plath!

But right now...

Plath actually raised his right arm and stood in front of him!

"Puff!" The black sword attendant cut off Plath's right arm with a single strike!

But just such a moment of stagnation, Plath laughed ferociously!.