Although the breath is weak, it is clearly there. The Sanqing and the sword seem to be integrated. It was as if his body was part of the sword and the sword on his head was the edge.
Then, fall.
The moment they fell, the distance of tens of meters between the two disappeared in an instant.
The moment it fell, Sanqing had already arrived in front of Youlong.
You Long didn't know how he did it. He guessed that it was a skill, but it wasn't exactly a skill. It's probably a combination of internal strength and skills. Just like when Hu Xiao used the berserker's skill Roar to combine his internal strength Hu Xiao Mountain Forest. This skill is undoubtedly the most terrifying.
This sword has the potential to threaten Youlong.
This sword is worthy of You Long's full strength.
The wooden sword fell, and Youlong raised his gun to fight back.
The yin and yang fish in the body trembled intensely...
boom!
Daji took two steps back and landed on the edge of the stairs. Everything in her sight was filled with fire!
She only saw the moment when the mask and the Sanqing sword and gun intertwined, and the fire appeared out of thin air, swallowing up everything in the space.
The fire appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly.
It seemed that the moment just now was just an illusion, but... the mask did not move.
The spear remained in the ready position, but in front of him, there was a ball of black powder and two scorch marks.
The black powder is unknown, and at the end of the scorched mark is Sanqing's figure lying on the ground in a panic.
Sanqing's face was pale, and he was holding a wooden sword hilt in his hand, and the sword body had long since disappeared. His sword is not very outstanding, it is just a level 5 epic long sword, which can be automatically transformed into a wooden sword through the monk's skill Sword Mastery. But at this moment, the level 5 sword has disappeared.
It didn't cause local damage like Zhou Yu's blasting through Youlong's armor, but the whole thing was shattered, leaving only the black powder in front of Youlong.
Mask, you are really strong. Stronger than anyone imagined. Sanqing did not slump, but on his pale face, his eyes shone like stars in the dark night. In that sword strike, he proved that his choice was right, but his opponent was just stronger.
You Long put his gun on his back and walked towards the center of the platform where he was challenged.
Daji quickly followed.
I respect your sword, so I used my full strength.
Just before entering the challenge, You Long said something.
Thanks. Sanqing said seriously.
Then he watched the two of them enter the challenge and disappear.
Although defeated, he was not decadent. Because he knew that he was no match for the mask, he had a good attitude. Even so, there was a trace of palpitations in his eyes. At the moment of the fight, although he didn't know what the mask did, the power... was devastating and extremely destructive.
He even felt that destroying the sword in his hand was not his intention, but that he had no control over it at all. Saving one's own life is already the result of exerting great control.
This game world is really interesting.
… …
You Long finally had a chance to jump to another level.
The seventh floor.
The stairs extended upward, but it made Youlong stop.
Daji on the side glanced at Youlong curiously: What's wrong
Someone is up there.
That person was not the white-faced scholar or Zhou Yu.
The reason is simple. A burst of murderous aura that is so strong that it seems to be dripping out is like a poisonous barrier, spreading down from the upper level. It is impossible for Zhou Yu or the white-faced scholar to have such strong murderous intent.
It seems that the other party is very unfriendly. You wait here. You Long took out his spear, and when he felt the other party, the other party also noticed him.
He walked up the stairs and saw a fat figure.
Great, I was afraid that you would jump to the next floor, so I planned to wait for you on the ninth floor. Didn't expect to meet you here.
You Long has never seen this person before, but he subconsciously thought in a bad way, who is fatter compared to this person or the fat city lord
you know me
People all over the West know you. The fat man's voice was loud, but it made You Long frown. Because with his voice, the murderous aura around him was also trembling, making him feel very uncomfortable.
You are the old enemy that our God King said. As he said that, his eyes, which were already narrow due to obesity, narrowed: "It's just that I want to see if you have the qualifications to fight our God King." He took out a knife from behind again.
The knife is a butcher's knife.
You Long didn't reply because he had already guessed a lot of things.
The so-called God King is most likely the blond man.
Old enemy
A very suitable title.
The fat man pointed to his head with his free hand: My name is Butcher, and I am one of the four generals in the West. Defeating me will mean that you are qualified to fight against the three gods.
I never need anyone to give me any qualifications. The face under Wolong's mask was expressionless: The person standing in front of me is my enemy.
The butcher nodded, and his thick voice sounded like thunder: a very interesting sentence.
I'm a butcher, so I'm good at chopping people up. You be careful.
Butchers are naturally good at cutting.
Chop it like you would normally kill a pig and chop the bones.
… …
As the elder of the Gods said, there are only five sanctuary points in the entire wasteland map.
But in fact, no matter which sanctuary point the player reaches, he will meet the elders in that sanctuary point, and then receive the task of expanding the sanctuary. At the same time, no matter which sanctuary point the mission is received, it will only be sent to the two closest magic towers.
Because of their good luck, You Long and others entered the magic tower much ahead of ordinary players, making the mission a matter of competition for a few players. And because the Butcher had the coordinates given by the intelligence player Finny, he was able to follow You Long into the magic tower. tower.
But the other one wasn't so lucky.
There were no orcs guarding the entire magic tower because all the orcs were dead. Instead, there is a dense crowd of players.
Big melee.
Fighting, white light, one after another.
Thousands of players are fighting here, and the number is still increasing. And it's not hard to see familiar faces among them.
Ichiyo Phoenix, Goemon, Dharma God, Autumn Wind Wolf... all the forces of the three eastern cities are here, but at this moment, they have no time to fight among themselves. Because those who are fighting against them are the people from the Western server. At this moment, the Eastern server is struggling to support itself and feels incredible at the same time.
There is no other reason. Players on the Eastern server work independently, but the Western server is united, organized and planned, and seems to be under unified control. And there is another reason: the Western server players present are all of extremely high levels.
Among them, the lowest level is level 4, and the highest level is already level 45!
This immediately stunned them!
This... is not a battle of the same level at all!
Fortunately, most of the Eastern server players entered the magic tower first. They only need to rely on the tower door to defend, which greatly reduces the difficulty of defense.
Suddenly, the sound of war dropped.
The players on the Eastern server suddenly noticed that the players on the Western server stopped and slowly stepped back. The players on the Eastern server, who were already struggling to support themselves, were naturally happy to accept this. The two sides ceased fighting and drew a border.
One side is leaning against the tower gate, and its name is in blue.
One side is like a black cloud surrounding the magic tower, and its name is as red as blood.
But it was this black cloud that separated a path.
On this road, two people appeared.