"NPC has autonomous consciousness......" Fang Fan muttered silently, and then said, "How long has it been happening?"

Yuying continued: "That's what happened today. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fang Fan said strangely: "Then why don't the cities see riots?"

Chen Pi Cinnamon said: "There are as many players as locusts, how big waves can an NPC make?"

Before Yue Xiong led the people to kill indiscriminately, the system sent a full server task, and the Heavenly Sect naturally shrank step by step, and now the Heavenly Sect's sect stations are estimated to have been flattened. ”

Fang Fan was surprised: "Time of day?"

Chen Pi Cinnamon said: "If we people go crazy, the entire rivers and lakes can be burned and robbed, not to mention, if we don't die and cultivate now, how can the little Heavenly Sect still be an opponent?"

Fang Fan smiled bitterly and nodded.

Yu Ying added on the side: "Also, gangs are not allowed to declare war now, and almost all players have gone to the Heavenly Religion."

The killing intent in Fang Fan's eyes flashed, and he smiled casually: "What benefits can I get?"

For players, the task reward is of course the first priority, Chen Pi Cinnamon suddenly smiled, but the killing intent flashed in Fang Fan's eyes, and he didn't notice it at all.

"As long as the player can grab it, all the things of the Heavenly Religion belong to the player." Chen Pirou couldn't help but amplify his voice.

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows, and then muttered, "I'm afraid it won't be so easy to get the resources of the Heavenly Sect."

"How?" Tangerine peel cinnamon and Yuying said at the same time.

Fang Fan got up and said, "There won't be so many cheap ones in the world to pick up."

……

Twilight.

The bleak daylight is like an old man who is like a gossamer, and it will not be long before it is in this world, and when the sun sets on the horizon, darkness comes.

Yue Xiong's darkness seems to be ahead of many people.

The ruined mountain gate, thousands of rafters and thousands of tiles have fallen into ruins, and all kinds of broken blades are scattered or pierced deep into the scarlet ground, and the blood on the ground is difficult to wash away even in the ten days of torrential rain.

The old plaque of the book [Library Pavilion] trembled with the vibration of the ground, and under the plaque, the sound of gold and iron resonating was deafening, the sword qi in the wind was vertical and horizontal, the fist was rushing into the sky, and the fight was extremely tragic.

As a fierce sword aura swept by, half of the black eaves small building collapsed with a "boom", and the plaque shook violently several times, and it was shaken down.

However, Xu is nails firmly, and the corner of the plaque is still hanging from the gatehouse, squeaking and moaning in the strong wind, and like the owner here, he is not willing to accept his fate.

The muscular body was covered with shocking wounds, Yue Xiong supported the ground with his fists, half-kneeling on the ground, exhaling like a cow panting, seemingly exhausted, and his eyes still flashed with all the radiant looks.

After fighting for half a day, none of the disciples in the sect survived, even if he killed hundreds of people, he reached the point of exhaustion.

Of course, he has the opportunity to break through, but he refuses to go, people always have something to insist on, and what he insists on is his pride.

If people live for pride, they will always live a little harder.

Two zhang away in front of Yue Xiong, there were three people standing like mountain peaks, one in a blue shirt with a short sword, a smooth and neat short beard on his lips, and his body faintly exuded a strong aura.

A person with silver armor and a silver gun, handsome facial features, and a bit of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

The other person was a woman in a yellow dress, with a sharp purple dagger swaying slightly in her hand, and a delicate smile on the corner of her mouth.

"The Prancing Horse Gang Master's swordsmanship is really getting more and more terrifying." The woman in the yellow dress giggled.

The bridge snorted coldly on the leaping horse and did not answer.

"Here, is there anyone else in the limelight besides the Flower Shadow Gang Leader?" The silver-armored man smiled, but his eyes flashed with fierce murderous intent.

The flower branches of the flower shadow flying warbler trembled, and then, the smile disappeared, and said, "Does the leader of the alliance think that the territory has been robbed too much?"

Qi Jianghe's smile suddenly turned cold, and his face was extremely gloomy.

The swords and swords in the words are a hundred times more intense in reality, these three people are actually the leaders of the three major forces, such as Mingyue Tower, the Battle Axe Alliance, and the Flower Shadow Workshop.

It's just that......

The only thing missing is the bull head club.

"You three ......" Yue Xiong lowered his head, and an invisible coercion condensed in the air.

"It's too much to take this seat seriously!"

With a bang, the floor under his fist suddenly burst, Yue Xiong ejected, and his right palm slammed towards the top of Chopping Jianghe's head, and the invisible qi machine suddenly locked Chopping Jianghe.

Although the three of them stand side by side, they all have their own ghosts, and of course they know that the two people around them will not come to help, but will clap their hands.

The silver spear dribbled in his palm, and he immediately lifted the gun, the tip of the gun shook, and a series of explosions suddenly sounded in the air, and in a moment, dozens of guns stabbed out.

Yue Xiong didn't dodge or dodge, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he rampaged into the shadow of the gun.

I didn't see any movement of Yue Xiong, let alone any movement of his feet, dozens of shots all fell in the air, and none of them pierced his body.

Yue Xiong took a few steps, passed through the tip of the gun, and walked to the barrel of the gun, only one step away from the hand holding the gun.

The palm wind is like thunder, it seems to contain the power of ten thousand jun, the palm is not in front of the body, and the river will have the feeling of Mount Tai pressing the top.

Chop Jianghe's heart was a little heavy, in terms of single ability, none of the three of them could hold on to Yue Xiong's hands for ten rounds, why was his luck so bad, and Yue Xiong just found him?

Although the heart of Chop Jianghe was crying bitterly, he did not dare to slack off in his hands, a trace of cunning suddenly flashed in his eyes, Chop Jianghe retreated half a step back, his right hand slipped from the barrel of the gun to the handle of the gun, and with a sharp pull, the sharp judge's pen was actually pulled out of the barrel of the gun, and the barrel of this silver gun was actually hollow!

No one thought that Chopping Jianghe would make this move, and Chopping Jianghe had never used this trick in front of people, and the chances worth his shot were getting less and less, and his hole cards were getting thicker and thicker.

This trick doesn't seem to be surprising, but who should use it, if it is Wang Er Mazi, who has low martial arts in West Street, it is naturally a matter of waving his hand, but what kind of cultivation is it to cut the river?

How swift was his shot?

Chopping the river will suddenly abandon the gun and change the move, Yue Xiong was also surprised, when the judge's pen stabbed the throat like chasing the wind and lightning, Yue Xiong was able to react.

A cruel smile suddenly appeared in Chop Jianghe's eyes, and he could already see Yue Xiong being pierced through his throat, and blood splattered on the spot.

It's a pity that although the speed of cutting rivers is fast, it is still a little worse.

Just a little, and that's enough.

Yue Xiong stepped forward with his left foot and retracted it to the left back, and he avoided the fatal stab without a chance to do so, however, his injuries were already extremely serious, and this mysterious footwork required not only the rational use of true qi, but also the cooperation of every muscle in his body.

The wounds on his body were mostly fatal, and many muscle tissues were cut off, but he couldn't avoid them after all, blood splattered, the judge's pen pierced through the shoulder blades, and blood-red thorns leaked out from behind his shoulder.