Woo Woo Woo ~ The sword qi gradually dissipated, and in the frightened eyes of everyone, the sword intent pressure in the sky also slowly subsided with the gradual decline of the free aura. Dao Dao looked at it, and saw that the Fu culture that emitted bright brilliance was a sharp sword, which quickly sank into Xiaoyao's body, and then, the dust returned to dust, the earth returned to the earth, and everything dissolved.

"Sealed?"

"Pressed down?"

……

Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they noticed that the fluctuation of heart palpitations had dissipated.

"Suppressed!"

Dongfang Yixue said in a deep voice.

In his mind, there was a frenzied vibration of the sword intent, and he looked at Xiaoyao in a daze, the past rebellion dissipated in an instant, and his eyes revealed a complex and indescribable gaze.

At this time.

There was no longer the slightest breath in Xiaoyao's body.

Like an ordinary player, no, even an ordinary player is inferior, at this moment, he has no mystery around him, and his whole body collapses weakly on the ground, supporting the ground with trembling hands, and making a loud gasping sound from his mouth. On the forehead, on the cheeks, on the chest, soaked with sweat.

"Getaway"

"How's it going!"

The negative swordsman dodged and protruded, holding Xiaoyao's body.

Dao Dao's figures kept coming, and Red Zhan, Night Demon, Sword Idiot and others stood beside them, their eyes full of worry, but undoubtedly, they were all relieved as Xiaoyao's killing intent was suppressed.

"It's okay"

A hoarse sound sounded slowly.

Xiaoyao's jaw was slightly raised, and his face was extremely pale, but compared to the tingling pain in his eyes, these external manifestations were like clouds of dust. He stood up in a daze, feeling the slightest fluctuation of Xuan Qi in his body, the corners of his mouth flashed with bitterness, his eyes turned, looking at everyone, his expression was extremely indifferent: "It's okay, I'm sorry for you." ”

said.

His expression made everyone frown.

"Is it sealed?" Xiaoyao muttered: "That's fine, I want to be quiet alone, and I'll leave the matter of going to the sky to a few of you first." He looked at the Red Warriors.

"Hmm"

The Red War and several people nodded worriedly.

The Supreme Ling Xian, looking at this blood-colored plain, his heart was incomparable, and he slowly disappeared here.

"It's okay"

"Maybe it would be better to leave him alone."

The night demon said in a deep voice: "Feelings are such a thing, the egg hurts so much", as soon as the words fell, he found that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, as if they wanted to see him through, but at this moment no one was in the mood to ask what was going on, but in the sigh, everyone slowly disappeared on this blood-colored plain.

……

Thirty-three days of wasteland.

This place is frequently close to the endless wilderness in the west of the Fantasy Continent, and the domain of Nuoda is filled with endless and dangerous places, and endless demon beasts live in the vast mountains, swamps, and wilderness. There are no cities here, just small dilapidated villages. However, these villages are unusually prosperous.

Jianghu people say.

If you want to make a fortune, the Thirty-Three Days of Wasteland is an excellent place.

Danger lurks here.

But it is also a wealth of accumulation, endlessly, attracting countless players from all major regions to come here. But when it comes to danger, even if it is a system village, it can be seen where it is safe. Because, at any time, monsters from the mountains outside the village may come to kill the players and aborigines who live here

It is said that it has accumulated over time.

Players and natives are constantly fighting monsters.

Make.

There are never weak people here, but all the players who come here are at least above the first-class level, and after a long time, being able to step into the Thirty-Three Days Wasteland has become a qualification to measure whether a player has a first-class level.

Luofeng Village.

The entire village is only a few thousand square meters, and hundreds of buildings have been destroyed in the village, but the players are bustling with people. Everywhere you can see a row of simply arranged stalls, and in the noise, most of them are players hunting monsters from the 33-day wasteland, or finding some precious items to sell here.

And the teleportation array in it is just a few logs, standing around a teleportation array.

Airplanes~

The light is flickering.

Xiaoyao's expressionless face slowly emerged from inside

He looked up.

Looking at this noisy village, there was no change in his eyes, if it was before, maybe he would have been quite surprised by the prosperity in this village, but at this moment, his heart was like a blockage, like a mountain pressure.

He walked out quietly.

Looking at everything around me, I feel out of place. In the middle of the ring, he silently opened and closed his mouth, came to a building that looked like a restaurant, went straight to the second floor, ordered a few small dishes and a pot of sake at random in the greeting of the enthusiastic aborigines, and sat on the edge of the window on the second floor, staring down in a daze.

Cup by cup.

Drink into the throat constantly.

The scorching heat seemed to make him feel that he was alone at the moment.

The dish was not touched.

Sake fluctuates and keeps entering the throat.

This scene.

It's quite weird for the players around them to look at it.

Suddenly.

The carefree gaze stopped.

His eyes followed the noisy flow of people below, and he saw a familiar figure, but the other party was full of solemnity at the moment, and his steps were walking, as if he wanted to leave the village and go somewhere. Behind him, Xiaoyao's eyes changed again and saw a familiar figure, a curtain of red clothes red like blood, but his eyes were cold and murderous.

"West Wind Cool"

"Red?"

The corners of Xiaoyao's mouth muttered, he was in a low mood, he really didn't want to pay attention, but at this moment, seeing the two of them, he couldn't help but sigh slowly, just above the second floor, and shouted softly: "The west wind is cool, red clothes"

He shouted very softly.

The two people who were running quickly below suddenly shook their bodies, and they all stopped, and then their eyes turned to look at where he was. At this glance, Xi Fengliang's eyes suddenly revealed a touch of surprise, but in the originally cold eyes of the red clothes, a chilling anger and consternation burst out.

Whoosh~

Then, the two looked at each other.

Xi Feng Liang seemed to be a little afraid of the red clothes, but when he saw Xiaoyao smiling bitterly, he was a little relieved and took the lead in sweeping up the restaurant towards Xiaoyao's position. The red clothes paused slightly, and the killing intent in his eyes slowly suppressed, and then he also came to the restaurant, looked at Xiaoyao, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Your breath ...... Is it yourself? ”

Hear the words.

Xifeng Liang also finally discovered the abnormality of Xiaoyao, and was surprised.

His body was on the other side of the leisure, deliberately separated from the red clothes at a certain distance, and between the eyebrows was on alert, something must have happened between the two.

"It's not"

Xiaoyao shook his head slowly.

The terrifying killing intent burst out all over the red clothes, a chill appeared in the eyes, and the slender hands unconsciously swayed, and even the red veil covering the cheeks was slightly bulging to reveal the soft white part that captivated the country and the city: "Who is it?" I'm going to kill him! ”

"Amount"

Xiaoyao has not yet spoken.

Xi Fengliang, who was sitting next to him, felt this killing intent, and immediately rolled his eyes.

Whoosh search~

With the killing intent swept through

In the Nuoda restaurant, the noise calmed down instantly, and countless frightened eyes kept looking, and when they saw the red clothes that covered the red veil and the body looked extremely attractive, they were deeply shocked. Then, the red clothes looked directly at them coldly, and under that gaze, they didn't dare to stay long and left from the restaurant.

Until they all disperse.

Xiaoyao said calmly: "It's not anyone, it's me." ”

The voice changed.

He looked at Hongyi and Xifeng Liang: "You have a grudge?" ”

"Who knows"

Hearing this, Xi Fengliang suddenly became depressed, he looked at the red clothes, and said in a deep voice: "I'm also curious, why do you keep chasing me?" If it weren't for my strength, I'm afraid I would have been killed by you a long time ago. ”

The strength of the red coat.

As early as in the world of heroes, it has been deeply rooted in the hearts of many top powerhouses. Coupled with the blessing of Lingbao, even if he knew that Xifeng Liang's strength was at the level of the top powerhouse, Xiaoyao was not optimistic about him. But at this moment, when he heard that the red clothes had been chasing him for a long time, his eyes couldn't help but be surprised.

Being able to stay until now under the pursuit of the red clothes shows the strength of the west wind. You must know that even the Red War, the Night Demon and the like dare not say how long they can escape in the face of the pursuit of the red clothes. Because, the speed of the red coat is terrible! At that sheer speed, her attacks were among the top of the world.

"Killing"

"No need for a reason!"

Hongyi glanced at Xiaoyao, and said slowly.

"Amount"

The west wind smiled bitterly, and anger appeared in his eyes.

Xiaoyao paused slightly.

There was an inexplicable bitterness in his heart, and after thinking about it, he still said: "Hongyi, if it's nothing, I hope forget it, I won't interfere in your affairs, but others are not bad." ”

……

Loose left.

He left alone, as for whether the relationship between Hongyu and Xifeng Liang would be the same as before, he no longer thought about it, and he didn't have the heart to think about it, he was able to say those words only because of a chance encounter with Xifeng Liang under the Holy City. He walked alone, refusing to be followed by the red clothes, and walked alone in the major villages in the thirty-three days of the wasteland.

He has no purpose.

Just walk and walk again.

For a few days, the whole world seemed to have nothing to do with him, and he was quietly alone, watching the thousands of players and aborigines play out different pictures. Occasionally, he would even stop and take out some of the utensils in the storage ring, and put the weapons in a small stall and place them there at random for a random price.

Many players have obtained a lot of valuable items as a result, and there are even some players who have evil thoughts who want to kill Xiaoyao to get the items in his storage ring, but Xiaoyao has not gone out into the wild, these players have always followed, but they can't kill Xiaoyao. Soon, these players will be inexplicably killed......

Even in the village.

They died the same way, and no one else knows why.

Someday.

Xiaoyao still circled quietly in a village called Moonlight Radiance, and in front of him, on a curtain of white cloth were randomly placed three sets of third-order top-of-the-line suits and two third-order top-of-the-line long swords. There were crowds of players in front of them, but they were cursing angrily at the price that far exceeded the actual value.

Xiaoyao's eyes were slightly closed.

If you don't hear it, just sit quietly.

It's been a long time.

The players all dispersed, until finally none of them stopped. Suddenly, a shadow blocked his vision, and he raised his head slightly, wondering if someone would come now, but a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar old voice sounded in his ears: "Little brother, we meet again" (to be continued.) )