Killing in reality is actually very simple, all kinds of high-tech firearms dominate life and death, either leaving a small blood hole, or there is no corpse. Unlike the killing in this era of cold weapons, it is efficient and concise, so what is presented in front of you is not a very tragic scene.

What appears in front of many players now is a tragic collision between knives and flesh. The stumps that were scattered wantonly, the blood that spurted from its owner, were the main colors of the battlefield.

The severed limbs were mixed with each other, and it was impossible to tell whose body had fallen. The fracture is neat, and when you look at it from the side, you can clearly see those tendons, which are delicate. Those rolling heads, the face has long been covered with a mess of stains, from which hideous expressions, you can also see how unwilling these heads that have lost the support of their bodies are before they die.

The blood soaked the earth, staining the soil sacs red, and the hot blood gradually cooled, but it couldn't stop the fresher and hotter blood from spilling.

"Eighteen forbidden! Please do not watch for minors! ”

Above the live broadcast camera, a line of subtitles suddenly floated over. Of course, this will not be typed by Nimbesa, in fact, when watching these live broadcasts, the images watched by those minors have been marked with mosaics.

In their eyes, what they saw at this time was not a bloody scene, but on the contrary, it was somewhat ridiculous. Because it was a watermelon man, constantly fighting, dropping watermelons, and smashing watermelons, the red liquid in the sky was all watermelon juice.

"Who's the one wielding the sword? So handsome! "There was a female gamer who watched the live broadcast and her eyes suddenly lit up.

What she saw was a straight advance of the Han army, constantly advancing towards the Yellow Turban Army. The first military general, waving the long knife in his hand, separated like a wave, rippling with bloody pieces.

When other players saw the subtitles of this female player, they also focused on this emerging team. They were a sharp knife of the Han army, stabbing into the abdomen of the Yellow Turban Army. has gradually separated from the army behind them, but there is still a connection, with the gap they made, the Han army continued to advance, swallowing up the Yellow Turban Army's activity space inch by inch.

Sun Jian waved his knife, and the blood beads jumped up in front of his eyes, looking out of his indifferent eyes, he could see the crystal clear appearance of the blood beads, and the red sky that he could see through it from the bottom to the top. With a heavy slash, the long knife of the Yellow Turban soldier standing in front of him and his body were separated from it, and he stepped forward, stepping on the blood-colored ground, and lifted it again, leaving a clear footprint.

Unstoppable, even though he was bathed in the blood and stained his robes with blood, Sun Jian became more and more calm. His knife was slashed forward, the handle of the knife spinning lightly in his palm, and he held the ancient ingot knife behind his back.

"Bell."

He caught the blade that had been slashed from behind him. Su Qin's back sword, in the end, no matter whether he is holding a sword or a knife in his hand, it makes no difference to Sun Jian, in life and death, no one cares whether Su Qin is carrying a sword or a knife or what kind of weapon he is.

Turning around, the sword light rose in his palm, like a half-broken full moon falling from the sky. The blood light suddenly rose, and before the Yellow Turban Army soldier who sneaked up on him behind Sun Jian's back could react, a blood line appeared from his forehead downward.

His head was slightly downward, his gaze fell on his chest, and his mouth was wide open and he snorted a few times, as if he wanted to say something. But suddenly, his whole body was separated from it, and he was cut in half, and a large pile of internal organs fell down, dripping and dripping.

At this time, Sun Jian realized that he didn't know when he was out of touch with the soldiers he led, and then there would be a situation where the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army attacked him behind him. Just as those soldiers are never defeated on blind dates and will lead them to stand and step away from the battlefield, Sun Jian, like these soldiers, believes that they behind him can stand behind him and protect him beyond his care.

"So handsome! Who is this handsome guy, let us introduce you!?ω?" The beauty village of Cangwu County, Yijiaozhou is like a flower.

"Reward like a flower!"

"Hurry up, let me see what my future husband looks like!"

Three coherent subtitles floated by, as if they were stimulated by the reward, and the camera suddenly zoomed in, giving a close-up of Sun Jian, who was fighting bloodily. At this time, Sun Jian's face was covered with blood, and I didn't know if the blood on it was his or the enemy's, and it was constantly dripping down his face.

This scene was seen in the eyes of Ruhua who was far away in Jiaozhou, and suddenly the starry eyes were even worse, and the blood, as if it was like the mark of a scar on a man's body, was a medal, which made Sun Jian more manly in his eyes. That's right, it's him! Only he is worthy of me! Ruhua thought so firmly in her heart at the moment.

"Handsome hairy handsome, the local tyrant is the most handsome!" Yizhou, Guangyi County, Wang Fugui.

"Wang Fugui is rewarding."

…… (The tipping process of local tyrants is omitted below.) ）

Under the interruption of many players, it diluted a little of the oppression brought by the flesh and blood battlefield in the live broadcast. Many players subconsciously participated in the speculation about Sun Jian, but no one recognized Sun Jian, at least they couldn't recognize Sun Jian's appearance through the blood on his face. Even if they can see Sun Jian's appearance, no one knows what Sun Jian should be like.

"Boom! Bang! ”

The loud sound coming from the live broadcast scared many players, and through the video, they could feel the upside down. Players retract their attention from not knowing where Mercedes is going, and are about to go to see what happened, only to find that the live stream they are watching is black!

"What? Black? What the hell is this! "Some players looked up at the sky with a confused face.

It's not dark either! He couldn't understand what was going on at all, he just said a few words to his girlfriend next to him, and when he turned around, he found that the live broadcast he was watching was dark.

"it!" "it!" ……

A series of grooves emerge from the player's mouth and heart. In all corners of the Three Kingdoms, in the Second World, in the realm of the real Empire.

"Oh my God!" In the second world, Nimbeza looked at the rapidly jumping numbers in front of him and wanted to cry without tears.

"Ruhua withdraws the tip-1000."

"Wang Fugui withdrew the tip-1000."

"Wang Fugui withdrew the tip-1000."

……

At this moment, Nimbeza really had an urge to die. This is not the live broadcast programs that relied on network signal transmission in the Common Era, how could they suddenly go black?!!

(End of chapter)