Under the moonlight, about a mile away from Biyin City, on the edge of a small grassy pond, a man with a melancholy face sat quietly in front of a small mound and whispered.

"Ying, I said that I would never kill innocents indiscriminately, but this time I will break my promise again. You know, I just want to be stronger, but there are always people who covet my capital to become stronger. The hardships that we have experienced together, you know, if it weren't for these, I'm afraid that I would have exhausted this life, and I wouldn't have the capital to go back and face them. ”

"You said I didn't want to avenge you, I couldn't agree, I never told you, in fact, I still remember some things when I was a child, those people, killed you, decades ago, they killed my father and my brother as well......"

"So, I must avenge this revenge, but I'm still too weak now. ”

"By the way, speaking of my father and my brother, to be honest, after so many years, I have long forgotten what they looked like, I only remember that my father loved me and my brother very much, and he always carried the silver sword that my mother gave him, which was the most cherished thing for him......"

"If I could, I'd like to show you the sword, it's really a very beautiful sword, but unfortunately, it's all turned into a luxury. ”

The man muttered to himself, unaware that an inconspicuous insect was hiding in his suit, quietly listening and recording everything.

I don't know how long it took, the man finally stopped talking to himself, and after a while, under the night, a gray figure walked out of the darkness, the tattoos on his body flashed, and then he stood respectfully behind the man.

"Helper, the plan has begun, please return to the city to help in the battle. ”

The man didn't look back and said, "You go back first, I'll be there later." ”

"Yes. ”

The silver-gray streaks flashed away, and the gray figure disappeared into the night sky again.

At the same time, a few miles away, at the entrance and exit of the well-known Biyin Domain, a ragged figure stood quietly, with a confused look shining in his eyes from time to time.

At a moment, his eyes returned to clarity, and then, he reached out and grabbed the void in front of him, and the void was torn apart by him like ice cubes in water, revealing a pale blue entrance.

The Biyin Realm, which was opened once every seven years, was forcibly opened an entrance under his hands.

Nan's hands were shining with blood, and he raised his right foot and was about to take a step, but suddenly stopped.

Turning his head to look in the direction of Biyin City, he couldn't help muttering to himself, "Heh, bloodthirsty soul, Otherworld... Mechanical Continent. ”

A bloodthirsty smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his expression gradually became crazy.

"Hehe, I'll find it, if I can't run, I'll die, hehe, hehe, accompany the funeral, this is... Your choice!"

"The kingdom of sin, the killing, the only faith, the bloodthirsty soul. ”

......

In the enchantment where the seven-colored light shone brightly, Ye Xuan told the story of a blood-colored devil in a low voice.

"In a place called the Continent of Machines...... Tianmeng... Drive the mountains... He's an emotionless executioner, and his raison d'être is nothing more than mechanical deduction production, missions, and - kill!"

"The memory of that girl... Contrition... The only way to atone for sins is to destroy the Celestial Alliance. But he was only one person, and in a suicidal counterattack, he destroyed the ordinary armed forces of the Heavenly Alliance and the other sixteen killer soldiers cultivated by the Heavenly Alliance..."

Silent, silent.

Ye Xuan didn't go to see Ye Iri, he believed that under such a cruel story, it was difficult for her to be calm, maybe it was difficult for her to understand some of the choices in the story, but the bloody cruelty was straight into the heart.

In the same way, his heart is not at peace.

Suddenly, all the light of the Seven Marks Stone converged, and the enchantment fell into darkness. Ye Yan felt a piece of warmth melt into his left palm, which was the Stone of Seven Marks.

And it was at this time that he finally felt the message that the sprouts kept transmitting.

Biyin City, a certain block, at this time, nearly a thousand tattooers are in a triangular confrontation, and the party with the smallest number is the Baiyun Gang.

The personnel of the three forces are constantly increasing, but the personnel disadvantages of the White Cloud Gang are becoming more and more obvious, and the Flying Wolf Society and the Qingling Gang are not only numerous, but also faintly have the intention of joining forces.

"Boss, the situation is not good, the Qingling Gang, which has always been incompatible, and the Flying Wolf Association seem to have joined forces. Nie Hai's palms were sweating, in the face of such persecution by the two gangs, the Baiyun Gang was obviously going to die, what good results would be if they continued to hold on?

"Let's do it. Bai Da said lightly.

"Huh?"

"Let's do it, since they are jointly attacking, their purpose is naturally needless to say, and if they wait for more, there will only be more and more of them, this fatal blow, if it is blocked, Biyin City will have a place for the Baiyun Gang in the future, and if it can't be stopped, then all the efforts during this time will be in vain, and it will all be to help the two gangs clean up the miscellaneous fish." ”

Bai Dayou said vaguely, but Nie Hai was shocked when he heard it, if the White Cloud Gang wanted to gain a foothold in Biyin City, this catastrophe must be experienced, but it would never be them 'miscellaneous fish' who really had to resist the fatal blow.

So he commanded, "Yes." ”

So, the melee that had been waiting for a long time broke out with an order.

The White Cloud Gang is weak, but the so-called union of the two factions in the melee does not exist, and the two gangs, which have been grudges for many years, began to fight each other at the beginning of the melee, and therefore, the White Cloud Gang has been supported in the melee and has not been quickly wiped out.

In the melee, the colorful lines continued to shine, and the smell of blood and the sound of shouting and killing were mixed together, stimulating everyone's nerves.

The three factions fought separately, and as long as they were different from their own clothing and gang emblems, they would shout and rush forward desperately.

The violent tattoos inadvertently took their lives one by one, and the various resistance patterns, strength patterns, and rapid patterns that appeared on the surface of the body became the capital of their survival.

This kind of fight doesn't make much sense, they know that all the results still depend on the battle of the gang elders, but even so, they still have to fight hard, even if such a battle is meaningless.

Blood, always flowing, permeating the earth.

Only by working hard can you get the appreciation of the elders, and those who cower will never get half of the mercy from the gang.

Under the attachment of the lines, the frost-shrouded ice palm and the fist mark shining with golden light collided together, and the next moment, the owner of the cold palm died under a dagger branded with dozens of lines.

Blood is cruel and warm, but the only remaining warmth has escaped with the passing of life in the corner that no one pays attention to.

This is the sorrow of the weak......