"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for saying Li Bai's classic lines in Glory of Kings and getting a chance to draw a lottery, do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

"Yes!"

A virtual roulette wheel appeared in Yang Ming's sight, and the roulette wheel turned from slow to fast and began to spin.

Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Bai is a very powerful jungler hero in the Glory of Kings, with four skills, one passive [Chivalrous Travel], and the three skills are, [Will Enter the Wine], [Divine Stroke], and [Qinglian Sword Song].

Li Bai has four skins, namely, Van Helsing, Millennium Fox, Keen Force, and Phoenix Seeking Phoenix.

When the roulette wheel turned from fast to slow, and the pointer stopped at Li Bai's big move, Qinglian Sword Song, Yang Ming knew that this game was stable!

Qinglian Sword Song: Incarnate into sword qi, quickly shuttle and slash 5 times at enemies in the area, causing a large amount of physical damage each time the sword qi. The host cannot be selected or attacked when the ability is cast. (does not consume blue)

There are still restrictions in the game, but in reality, there are none!

Just like when he got Han Xin's inheritance, a large amount of information came into Yang Ming's mind, including the type of sword, how to use the sword, how to cultivate the sword, the maintenance of the sword, and the core Qinglian sword technique.

Yang Ming pretended to drink to quench his thirst to hide the fact that he was dizzy.

The other bandits were very cautious because of his reputation for killing people just now, but they surrounded him in groups.

A group of burly men in their forties and fifties did not dare to go up and face a six-year-old child.

This picture is a little funny.

But all of this, in fact, is not funny at all, it is all a murderous name created by Yang Ming on the ground with a lot of white bones!

Looking at this group of tigers and wolves, they were all suppressed by themselves, Yang Ming's chest was full of pride, and he was full of poetry, and while drinking, he chanted poetry aloud:

"You don't see, the lion and tiger prey has gained prestige, who has pity for the poor elk?"

"The world has never been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain."

Oh, yes

If Yang Ming and the three of them were caught by thieves today and sold to nobles with special habits, who would avenge them?

Justice is not in the hearts of the people, right and wrong are only in strength!

Yang Ming was like a blazing mountain fire, and suddenly threw down the wine jar, and with a bang, the jar shattered to the ground.

Yang Ming seemed to be overwhelmed by alcohol, shaking his dizzy head, the mysterious sword in his hand was crooked, but his eyes were as cold as an ice spring,

Looking around, none of the bandits dared to look at him!

"Jun Xiu asked, men have their own men!"

As soon as Yang Ming's words fell, seeing that the encirclement was formed, there were already bandits who couldn't help but make a move.

The bandits on the periphery were armed with bows and crossbows, and the one-meter crossbow arrows with the thickness of an adult's arm flew like dense locusts with cold killing intent!

"Hahaha!"

Yang Ming was not angry but happy, stepping on the ghost shadow, the figure swayed from side to side, dodging the crossbow arrows at the same time, the figure stepped forward quickly.

"Men are good, be violent."

"Things and benevolence do not stand together."

Yang Ming followed him like a shadow, and his ghostly figure entered the battlefield.

The tip of the spear is cold, and the sword is like lightning.

The bandits had already seen Yang Ming's terrifying moves, and they didn't dare to fight against them, so they retreated one after another to escape the catastrophe.

The bandit is not the kind of person who is exquisite, as soon as he saw that Yang Ming was so powerful, someone immediately took out a bag of lime powder and threw it at Yang Ming's head.

The wrap was unwrapped in mid-air, and the lime powder covered the face.

Once Yang Ming is powdered by lime powder into his eyes, even if he is not blind, it will cause the entire battle to be unable to be seen, and he can only become a lamb to the slaughter at that time!

Yang Ming did not retreat, but advanced, and the poetry became louder and louder.

"Men are in the killing arena, as bold as a bear and as a wolf."

"If you are born as a man, you will kill people, and you will not let a man's body wrap a woman's heart."

Yang Ming's figure transformed, and in a leap of time, he turned into an incomparably sharp sword qi.

The sword is a sword that kills, and the sword aura is rampant!

The lime powder fell directly into the air, passing through the sword qi that Yang Ming had transformed, and in the frightened gaze of the seven bandits in the back row, there was sword qi coming from the east and cutting their throats!

The deformably long blood marks appeared one by one, and the best heads flew up, and the blood arrows were half a meter high!

The headless corpse fell to the ground like a playing card, and behind them, Yang Ming was half-crouching with a sword, his white clothes stained red with blood, and his face was cold.

"Men never show mercy to themselves, and they laugh at their opponents."

"There are a hundred battlefields in the field of hatred, and we are willing to be green with wild grass everywhere."

Flicking the sword body, the sword light is like sparkling water.

Looking not far away, the rest of the thieves held the reins, whipped the horses, and came with the momentum of charging into battle, and the corners of Yang Ming's mouth hooked.

Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous intent arises.

Today, he's going on a killing spree!

"Men don't tremble, there are songs to listen to."

Yang Ming's poems are like a spy of death, every time a line of poetry falls, the sword aura is horizontal, and there will be a person beheaded.

"Killing one person is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand is a male, and slaughtering nine million is a male among males."

One sword, one shot, vertical and horizontal!

Kill the enemy and abandon their armor, and kill them with fear!

Yang Ming killed through the entire battlefield, and behind him, the corpses of people and horses were mixed together, and they couldn't tell each other apart at all!

This......

Is this still human?

The remaining nine thieves looked at each other, and a chill suddenly rose.

This child, this child, is a demon in human skin!

If there were regret pills to buy in the world, they wouldn't have come to provoke this demon!

The nine bandits turned their horses around and fled in different directions.

They were already scared, they were scared to be killed by Yang Ming!

However, Yang Ming showed with practical actions that

Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!

Yang Ming turned over and got on the horse, and he didn't let go!

"The male is the hero, the way is different, and he sees through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but he makes this life heroic."

A sword struck the head from behind a horse thief, the blood was cold, Yang Ming's eyes fell on the head under the horse's hooves, and said coldly:

"Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished by a million hearts."

Gripping the reins, Yang Ming chased down the poor men one by one, and completely cut down the grass and eradicated the roots!

Standing on a group of corpses, Yang Ming felt as if his entire soul had been cleansed, and his thoughts were clear.

In this world, if you don't kill, people will kill you.

Sometimes, that's how brutal it is.

Good people never live long.

On the contrary, they are bad people who can live for a long time.

Taking back the mysterious sword, Yang Ming felt something in his heart, and said the last sentence of "Murder Song" leisurely:

"I'd rather teach 10,000 people to hate than teach them to scold me, looking at 5,000 years, where heroes don't kill?"

Watching Yang Ming single-handedly kill all the escaped bandits, Tang San's heart was extremely shocked.

"Yang Ming, so strong!"

Tang San claimed to be the elite of the Tang Sect, but in the battle just now, he used all his strength, and he only killed 8 bandits, compared with Yang Ming's brilliant record, if the fireflies and candles were compared, it was not worth mentioning.

However, this did not make Tang San flinch, but made him ready to move.

"When my Xuantian Gong is more sophisticated, I will definitely be able to surpass Yang Ming!"