In the midst of the scuffle.

Zhao Qingcian began to torture and kill black-clothed players on the left and right.

The light of his sword flashed again, and five more people died under his sword.

The sword wind came from behind.

He turned to dodge, and a sword slashed through the man's throat, sending blood and the human head flying into the air at the same time.

The next second.

Wudang slapped his palm on the sideways player's face.

Zhao Qingcicada moved under his feet, and the surface of the ground burst into the shape of a spider web, and his speed increased sharply, and he pressed the person's head with one hand and rushed into the crowd.

Bang bang bang.

Many players are knocked on their backs.

Seventy-two second-hand deadly serial swords were used.

Dazzling sword lights pierced out.

A player falls like a stake.

It can even be said that today's players are not as strong as stakes, and they are simply a bunch of dominoes.

Today's players are just holding swords and slashing blindly, and there are no eye-catching operations at all.

But his sword was too fast.

His swordsmanship is too handsome.

This also caused Zhao Qingcian to rush in no matter where he rushed, there was a clearly visible blood line behind him.

But the spectators who stand on a high place will be blinded.

No way.

Not to mention that he has the 'Tianyantong' with the full layer of special effects of the 'Nine Yin True Scripture', which is not even useful.

It's a one-sided killing.

Thirty people.

His swordsmanship is simply used by serious NPCs...

And Zhao Qingcian only used the internal breath of the three grades to slaughter them like chickens.

He didn't even need to use light skills, just with the high attribute of his body, he could easily dodge those attacking moves.

Half of the players in black were killed on the spot, dropping money and equipment all over the ground.

The players who watched the live broadcast in the town and on the forum were stunned.

", it's a big guy on the list."

Forty people.

Fifty people.

It's just three minutes.

"Anyway, the black-clothed gang leader and black hand are masters, but what about others?"

"A black hand was killed by Bangyi, this is also called a master?"

What is Master?

"Brother Cicada is terrifying, i, i."

"Look, young lady, I'm going to get wet..."

“？”

Oh, he's a cultivator.

"No, no, what kind of pervert is this, brothers, retreat." Someone doesn't want to die here in vain, shouting to run.

"Gan, which bastard said on the forum that he was in vain, and he was angry."

In the eyes of different people, there is a difference between the word master.

Players are playing games.

But Zhao Qingcian practiced martial arts.

At this time, many melon-eating players thought that the war had come to an end.

But Zhao Qingcian waved his sleeves, and the flying knife hidden under the robe appeared in front of everyone.

Moment.

"The hero doesn't suffer the immediate loss, he runs separately, and he still wants to kill all of us alone?"

The voice fell.

The remaining twenty or so black-clothed players ran in all directions, and did not forget to curse a few words before leaving.

Boom.

A screeching sound that pierced the space rang out.

Immediately after, there was a muffled sound of falling to the ground.

Flying knives shot out in all directions.

The strongest move of the Heavenly Demon Soul Chasing Knife.

Dragnet.

"The big guy on the list."

"Damn, this time it's true love."

The players in the town laughed and rushed onto the battlefield and began to lick their equipment.

However, in a mere 5-minute battle, more than 100 players of the Black Clothes Gang were all killed.

The players fell silent.

Zhao Qingcian pointed to the corpses, equipment, and copper coins all over the ground, and said: "The guys in black are all dogs, and whoever picks up these equipment is counted." ”

And his purpose in doing this is naturally another intention.

A player's eyes lit up, and when he saw the position he rushed over, he couldn't help but shout: ", the big guy on the list went to block the resurrection point?" ”

"Awesome!"

Of course, they don't just lick gear.

Lick up a piece of equipment for each piece, and don't forget to lick a cicada brother is so handsome.

But then again, Brother Cicada's way of sharing spoils, as long as he is a player, he feels handsome.

"Gan, can there be some trust between people, and you can help me pick it up?"

So, when they came to Yizhuang again, they saw corpses lying all over the ground near the gate of Yizhuang.

Brother Cicada waved his hand, and the scattered players happily licked him while licking his equipment again.

"Go to Yizhuang, go to Yizhuang to see the excitement."

"Go ahead, I'll lick your gear."

"Yizhuang has exploded equipment, you guys go quickly."

"Phew, betting on the resurrection point with the world's first internal strength? What qualities. ”

"Bully others, be careful of retribution."

"The big guy on the list slaughters the trumpet, everyone come and take a look."

Inside the Yoshijo.

The Black Gang Leader Black Hand has been resurrected for the second time.

He clenched his fists with anger on his face, and stood in Yizhuang crowded with a group of gangs, staring at Zhao Qingcian at the door, and scolded angrily: "TMD, play a game, you really kill them all?" ”

When you get into trouble that you shouldn't have caused, you are killed, and you are blocked at the resurrection point, and you start saying that you are bullying people.

It's a pity, it turns out that the eyes of the masses are bloody.

All the scattered players who have picked up the equipment will help and say: "The black gang is really shameless, they want to kill people, and they start scolding when they are counter-killed?" ”

Tut.

This is all too common in games.

Some people are cheap.

Who is he, Zhao Qingcian?

He's not just the big guy.

He can also become the first troll at any time as long as he needs to.

"Garbage gang, don't let me see it in the future."

"That's it, a bunch of garbage that collects money to disrupt the order of the game, and you still have the face to speak?"

Players who don't say anything to help each other.

"You wait for me, and we'll shake people."

"Garbage shake garbage, I'm waiting for garbage here." Brother Cicada raised his eyebrows~

"Zhao Qingchan, are you a hob meat?" Black Hand stomped his feet in anger and shouted.

Brother Cicada never reasoned with the sand sculpture.

He just moved out of a stone pier and sat at the entrance of Yizhuang, stretched out his hand and pointed at them one by one and said: "Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, waste, waste, waste, ......."

"Groove, who are you scolding, we just don't have enough manpower, what calf are you putting here."

The black hand glared at Zhao Qingcian viciously: "Okay, then wait here, see who can consume whom, you be careful, our brother is here, I guarantee that you can't eat and go around." ”

"Garbage looking for garbage, Yizhuang can't stuff so much garbage."

When Zhao Qingcian faced hundreds of trolls, he only had one tactic, and that was hob meat.

Zhao Qingcian took a sip of his wine gourd, and continued to smile disregardively: "One garbage, two garbage, three garbage, four garbage, there are a lot of garbage." ”

"Grass, get out of the way, I'll go inside and rest, this slut is too annoying." The Black Hand wanted to go inside.

But the other black-clothed players said with bitter faces: "Boss, Yizhuang is full, I really can't get in." ”

And so.

Zhao Qingcian continued to spend time with them, from noon to night.

In the dead of night.

This thing is psychological warfare, as long as the psychological quality is good enough and there is enough patience, a hob meat can definitely make a lot of people angry to the point of exploding their mentality.

Lin Shixian, as an innate grandmaster, also had the urge to beat him after listening to the muttering all night.

Not to mention this group of ordinary players?

Suddenly.

Whether it was the sand sculptures in black, or the players watching the excitement, they were stunned by his operation.

"Can pigeons still be used like that?"

Zhao Qingcian baked a bonfire, said hello on the forum, and asked the Wudang player to spend copper to pass on the book to his flying pigeon.

Thaksin didn't even look at it, grabbed the pigeon and skillfully plucked the feathers, bled them, lit a bonfire and began to roast them.

At the same time, he also took out a lot of bottles and cans from the package, which seemed to be a lot of ingredients.

And it didn't take a while.

The roasted pigeons are also cooked.

Zhao Qingcian sprinkled some seasoning on it.

"Pigeon paper is so cute, why eat pigeons?"

"Anyway, someone bought a pigeon and sent me a letter, and I'm hungry..."

Unfortunately, they obviously wanted pigeons, so someone immediately sent the appeal of flying pigeons.

This is because there is a 'satiety' on the player's stats panel.

They died twice just now, not to mention the food, the equipment has been blown up, and the satiety has long been reduced to zero.

If you don't eat something, even if you won't starve to death in Yizhuang, your stomach will be uncomfortable, it's real.

All of a sudden.

The fragrance is overflowing.

The sound of cooing and cooing kept coming out, and the black-clothed players who were still boiling hard were really hungry.

"Grass, it's just a game, if you don't eat it, you can still die? If it's a big deal, it's offline. The black hand pursed his lips and sat in the pile sulking.

Zhao Qingcian smiled and didn't speak, but handed over a pigeon.

The black hand cautiously glanced at the lifeline at the door of Yizhuang, and didn't dare to go out at all, but said stubbornly: "Don't eat, go aside." ”

As for roast pigeons?

Light a bonfire in a village full of people, that's not roasting pigeons, it's roasting yourself to eat.

"Shhh Zhao Qingcian took a bite of pigeon meat, took another sip of wine, and gestured to those people cheaply.

"Huh."

In fact, Zhao Qingcian still has more operations that have not been used.

What throwing horse manure, throwing artillery battles, throwing stones into Yizhuang...

"Smack."

A black-clothed player's hand was hurt, and he said aggrievedly: "Boss, if you don't eat, I'll eat." ”

"Get out of the way, a little ambition, okay?"

If you don't have real skills, don't use such excessive methods.

Still.

Brother Cicada is not a player......

If you really want to force him to be anxious, then you don't have to care about any prestige, a fire will ignite Yizhuang and directly extinguish it.

Unfortunately, this operation will attract the attention of the imperial court, which is equivalent to destroying public property.

Even if the player uses the disguise technique, it will be difficult to escape the pursuit of those real masters.

Brother Cicada has never been afraid of anyone.

But the players near the town suddenly exclaimed.

Zhao Qingcian also opened the forum and glanced at it.

Of course, Zhao Shaoxia didn't want to leak this trick so quickly, he originally wanted to stay up with them for a while, disgusting and disgusting this group of people.

The wicked have their own grinding.

Who is worse than him?

"It's kind of interesting, I have to be involved."

Because

Zombies.

That's ......

The Emei faction suddenly triggered a new story mission, and now the situation is very tricky, requiring many players to act as death squads.

Zhao Qingcian was also a little surprised: "Mingjiao has two brushes, and it even leads a lot of zombies to block the way?" ”

What's more, this kind of wild zombies attracted by them are often rich *** men, nobles, and princes before their deaths, so they are likely to burst out with the best equipment.

……

ps: 3000 words, ask for recommended tickets and monthly passes.

The first order is bad, and the mood is not good, so let's explode it, there is 1 more at night, and today is still 5 more.