The wind is long.

The dragon kept soaring in the dark sky.

It let out a long dragon roar, spanning dozens of breaths.

Music keeps stopping.

The melody became more intense.

Gu Qingshan stood among the skeletons, sweating profusely and doing every move.

No matter which direction he looks, or nods at the undead, waves toward which undead, or even just a look

The undead who rushed up immediately threw down their weapons and fell into the river of death in a daze, but were repelled by the river and knelt on the sea.

The muscles, hair and skin of the undead were completely dissipated, leaving only white bones, and they knelt devoutly in front of the dance group.

The more undeads rushed up, the more undeads would kneel in front of the dance troupe.

Amid the roar of the dragon roar, the roar of the flame skeleton suddenly rang:

"Retreat! Retreat! Don't enter the scope of that dance again!"

Atley followed and said, "Don't attack all the undead for the time being, let me back!"

The Flame Skeleton was not at ease, and then shouted again: "He can't use all the power of that dance now, and all retreat thousands of meters away!"

Under the orders of the two, the undead stopped and stopped trying to attack.

In addition to the bones kneeling in front of the dance troupe, the other undead quickly retreated a thousand meters away.

Gu Qingshan looked at this scene and felt a little regretful.

I thought I could transform all the undead, but I didn't expect to meet an opponent who knew what he knew.

The flaming skeleton suddenly saw the weakness of the dance.

Yes, the dance troupe only skipped a warm-up dance and immediately started the formal dance, so the preparation was not sufficient.

At present, this formal dance is just the first level of the sacrifice, and it is not even considered a dance of the earth god.

This is the first time the skeletons dance, and they cannot exert all the power of the dance.

Therefore, the impact range is only a distance of kilometers.

Gu Qingshan looked at the undead who had withdrawn and suddenly asked: "Madam, if I improve my dance level and then attack them."

"It's too difficult," the hoarse female voice sounded: "The hit can indeed be transformed...but the distance is too far, and you can't reach them. Secondly, you need a lot of willpower to inspire the power of the dance, and then you have to keep dancing normally without making any mistakes."

"Understood!"

Gu Qingshan's eyes slashed and he snapped his fingers into the sky.

The Dragon of Death got the hint and immediately stopped the dragon's roar and let out a roar:

"I will destroy your war with the supreme magic spell!"

It began to chant a spell: "Come on, you trash that stands in front of the dragon clan, with the power of my dragon power, immediately deprive you of all your wishes!"

In the dark ocean, countless light spots rose into the air, entangled, flew, hovering in the air, surging into the sky, surrounding the dragon.

These are all real wishes!

This is the true convenience of the Death Dragon. It can make the spell take effect without any reaction from others and force others to absorb a kind of power.

The giant dragon passed through the layers of clouds and flew over the dance troupe, hovering.

Its whole body is shining constantly, just like an existence in ancient mythological stories.

Gu Qingshan nodded secretly while twisting his body to the music.

This fat man is so powerful. He howled for so long and had a long breath. He released the dragon spell intact. But in the end he had to tell others that he was actually preparing to cast the spell.

In this way, when others saw those wishes flying all over the sky, they really thought he was casting a spell, but instead ignored the long howl before.

etc.

Gu Qingshan suddenly recalled that in many historical records of civilizations, when the dragon clan appeared, they liked to roar in the sky.

It turned out that this group of goods had already taken action at the beginning of the show.

Just as he was thinking, the light skeleton sneered and ordered loudly: "All the dead, you all stay outside the dance range. Now we just have to wait for his dance to end, and we can go up and tear them apart!"

Gu Qingshan came to his senses and looked around.

All the undead retreated, and the dance is indeed useless now.

He flew a look at the Dragon of Death.

The Dragon of Death returned his eyes.

Immediately, a magnificent waterfall of light appeared in the sky.

The infinite light spots lingering on the dragon's body fell from the sky and rushed into Gu Qingshan's body with the momentum of a river.

On the interface of the God of War, the value of the wish power surged wildly.

All the music in the void suddenly stopped.

Gu Qingshan stayed in a fixed position.

All the dancing skeletons are stationary.

The invisible power surrounds the dance troupe, emitting silhouettes of silence, but it is hard to hear or to speak clearly, just like countless unknown existences surrounding the dance troupe, looking forward to their next dance.

Gu Qingshan suddenly spoke, "The more blood, the more dance we dance. We have all tried to kill and dance to life and death, and we think it is holy."

This is the announcement of the Death Fighting Dance, and the whole dance begins to change.

With Gu Qingshan's words, lines of fireflies were quickly refreshed in the void:

"You declare that you are about to have a death-fighting dance."

"Your will have full power."

"The strange powers in the void are beginning to warm up your dance."

"Explanation: In the last deadly fight, your dance steps were pierced by Doomsday."

"Now, you've gathered a bunch of dancers again."

"Please re-compile the Death Fighting Dance as you want to form your exclusive dance."

"You need to give your dance troupe a name right away!"

Gu Qingshan's face changed.

Naming?

Such a difficult thing

For some reason, a vague strange words came from the wind, as if someone was laughing, and he thought that someone was fighting, shouting, and killing.

This is the atmosphere brought about by the Death Fighting Dance itself, and it is a strange and preheating of the dance floor!

With this atmosphere, a person suddenly appeared in Gu Qingshan's memory.

Ye Feili.

Killing clown.

Yes, this is the dance of killing, the end of the death fight, and it comes from strange powers.

Not as good as

"My dance troupe is called the Killing Dance troupe." Gu Qingshan said.

A line of small words appeared before him:

“Your dance troupe is now established.”

“This performance is about to begin!”

"This is a high-level dance. Whether it can evolve into a dead-fighting dance again depends on your performance in this game."

“It all starts with your exclusive background music.”

"three,"

"two,"

"one,"

"Opening!"

Gu Qingshan looked at the skeletons who stood still.

He took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce!

The background music starts!

The atmosphere of the Death Fighting Dance completely dispersed
To be continued...