Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

"Yuan Ying!" Ben Xin rushed towards the window, but was not ready to go out. Although her rationality was declining, she still remembered that Yuan Ying was the bodyguard she hired. Even if she was a little worried, no employer would go out to find a bodyguard himself.

Feng Lan heard Ben Xinxin's voice and footsteps in the bathroom, and her eyes widened and she turned her head away, "Don't—"

go with!

Ben Wenxin carefully stood one meter away from the window and looked out. She vaguely heard a call in her ear and listened carefully. A green hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed Ben Wenxin out.

"what--"

"Damn it!" Feng Lan flashed to the window, but was still a step too late. She instantly realized that this was a trap set for her. She glanced at the darkness outside and still chose to jump in. Without any thought, she supported herself on the windowsill with one hand, and at the same time a rocket pierced the darkness.

"Ava!"

Even at this moment, Feng Lan did not call out Ben Wenxin's name.

"I'm here!"

Following Feng Lan's call, Ben Xin's voice was heard simultaneously from several different places in the darkness. Some were high, some were low, some were frightened, and some were indifferent.

There may be one real one among them, and the rest are fakes to confuse her, or they may all be fake, but what is certain is that Feng Lan must choose one place, as she cannot reach everywhere at the same time due to her lack of space.

This was an open conspiracy placed before Feng Lan, the purpose of which was to make her lose her mind.

Feng Lan paused for a second, then shot several arrows in one direction without hesitation. With the flash of the arrows, Feng Lan jumped in front of the swamp people in their puzzled gazes. His struggling heart was covered by the three swamp people, and a lot of swamp moss was stuffed into his ears, nose and mouth. His pupils were already numb, and he barely maintained his sanity, with his limbs trembling as he struggled slightly.

“S…%)!”

how come!

Feng Lan couldn't understand their muttering. She burned three swamp people in an instant, hugged Ben Wenxin, and the colorless flame burned the moss on her body. The red bow floated beside her according to her will, shooting arrows to stop the swamp people rushing towards her. Even the swamp people who were close to her were cut into pieces by the sharp bow.

"impossible……"

"how come!"

"I clearly didn't—"

"PhD……"

Feng Lan held on to her original intention, raised her head sarcastically and glanced at him without saying a word. The red flames spread around her, and Tong Gong was the brightest and most eye-catching red among them.

The body of the Tong Bow is gorgeous and solid. Its material is a fusion of the top-level sword embryos that Feng Lan took out from the Tianxing Continent. It is as easy as breathing for an S-level weapon to penetrate those swamp people who are only A-level at most. It is even easier than before in Feng Lan's hands. The speed is like chopping melons and vegetables. Needless to say, it is known that her previous reluctant fighting appearance was a hidden trick!

For a moment, the swamp people around Feng Lan were a little afraid to move forward. As long as the resurrected swamp people got within three meters of her, they would be quickly pierced and killed by the red bow, and death would be as natural as drinking water.

As a cultivator, the Tonggong, fused with a sword embryo, can be said to be her natal weapon. Having come this far, the Tonggong and she are naturally connected, becoming one. A sword cultivator can wield the sword with ease, even flying it. Is it hard to understand that her natal bow can be controlled with her mind? Stereotypes are out!

"What era is this? I thought players only had firearms! You're a bunch of country bumpkins, you've never seen cold weapons before."

Thinking of the excitement of those swamp people just now, Feng Lan couldn't help but sneer. Ben Xin was in her arms, and red lines appeared under her skin.

With such an obvious gap, even if all the swamp people tried their best, they could not leave any wound on Feng Lan. Even when they got close to him and were resurrected by the swamp, the swamp people standing around him hesitated to move forward even when ordered by both Dr. S and the swamp consciousness.