The bright moonlight shone on Jiang Haoran's body, moving slowly. The youngest disciple of the Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Guo Sect secretly sighed in his heart, "What kind of opponent is this. He seems to be the same age as me, but he can give me the same sense of oppression as my master. Jiang Haoran's opponent was a Mongolian warrior who was almost a head and a half taller than him, and the long sword in his hand reflected the moonlight like a stream of autumn water.

The tall Mongolian warrior looked around at the opponents surrounding him, except for Jiang Haoran, the remaining nine people were all beggar disciples in green clothes and short jackets. The middle-aged beggar standing on the protrusion of the W-shaped encirclement shouted: "Your Excellency wants to escape, just leave on your own, why did you kill my three beggar disciples for no reason along the way." Jiang Haoran had never seen anyone die since he entered the game, and when he heard the beggar say this, his face couldn't help but turn pale.

Sensing the change in his mood, the middle-aged beggar who was also the leader of the group Wang Thirteen, a disciple of the six bags of beggars, comforted him and said: "Little brother don't be afraid, the death in the game is just the disappearance of the drawing that makes up the body, and after being killed, he will be forced offline, and there is no pain and bloody scenes."

"It's true that there are no bloody scenes, and those who say that there is no pain when they die are some fools who have never fought, have seen blood, and are like people." After the tall Mongolian warrior finished speaking, he instantly rushed forward and pierced a beggar disciple standing in the corner with a sword. Jiang Haoran saw that the HP slot on the head of the stabbed person bottomed out in an instant, and after he collapsed holding his heart, he let out a heart-rending roar, and then the outline of the body gradually turned into many colorful small fragments and spread out, and soon disappeared completely.

"This is death in the game, no blood, no corpse." The tall Mongolian warrior sneered, "However, after hearing the screams of your partner when he was dying, do you still think that there will be no pain when he is killed?" I'm a naïve and weak enemy, so read the upgraded homepage. The emotions generated in the event of death and serious injury are intercepted by the sensory system in the helmet and fed back to the brain. The pain at the time was no less painful than the actual injury.

When Wang 13 heard him say this, especially seeing that he had brutally killed one of his companions, he couldn't help but be furious, and said: "Although your RPG character is still a child, but listening to the tone, I think you are at least 16 years old, do you know that there are many first-time players in the game, very young players." Wang 13 pointed at Jiang Haoran and said, "Please don't bring bad memories to players who play the game for the first time." ”

"I'll care about you so much." The tall Mongolian warrior slashed at Wang Thirteen with a sword: "You Lori instigated, you actually said something outside the plot, aren't you afraid of being deducted from your performance value?" Since you have no intention of playing, I will send you to death. ”

With a sound of "dang", the tall Mongolian warrior was bound to hit the sword, but Jiang Haoran used the Nanshan sword technique to frame it. "Good boy, not bad." The Mongolian warrior laughed unruly.

"I have one thing to ask you, among the opponents you killed all the way, is there a master named Guo Poyu."

"Whoever has time to ask their names is a weak guy who has been "killed instantly". ["Instant kill", a game term, refers to a one-hit kill]

"That's good." Jiang Haoran said: "My brother is resolute and tenacious, and he is scheming, and he will never be "instantly killed" by a guy like you." [Guo Poyu, tearful eyes, little brother, I hate you]

"I like you very much." The tall Mongolian warrior was blocked by Jiang Haoran five times in a row and said: "It's the first time I've come to the Song Kingdom that I can't "kill" an opponent in an instant. But my next sword will still kill you. The tall Mongolian warrior raised his voice: "Remember the name of your opponent, my name is Timur * Split Leaf, and my Chinese name is Tie Artemisia." ”

Jiang Haoran made a move of the Nanshan knife technique "Peeping at the Moon at the Bottom of the Valley", blocking the opponent's fatal slash from the bottom up. Just as the beggar gang disciples were cheering loudly, Jiang Haoran saw the Yanling knife in his hand, just like the beggar gang disciple who was killed just now, the durability was instantly cleared, and the blade body turned into countless triangular fragments and fell.

"You're dead." The Mongolian warrior who called himself Artemisia was stabbed with another sword, but found that the touch in his hand was unusual. But it turned out that Wang Shisan saw that Jiang Haoran was in danger, and hurriedly raised his knife to save him, but his martial arts were mediocre, and he was desperate for others, and he took too big a step and blocked Jiang Haoran in front of him.

For the sudden situation in front of him, Artemisia is also unexpected. He wanted to pull out the sword, but Wang Shisan held the waist of the sword and it was difficult to pull it out for a while. Wang 13 endured the pain and ordered: "The righteous rudder disciples, don't fight anymore, and quickly retreat to the Land Temple." Before the voice fell, his body had already been reduced to countless fragments. In the next moment, Tie Hao's eyes suddenly flashed with blue light, and when he regained consciousness, Wang Shisan's steel knife had already pierced his three-inch Guan Yuan acupoint below his umbilicus.

"I finally avenged the revenge of the thirteenth brother and the beggar brothers." Jiang Haoran said sadly: "Senior sister, you should have given me a firework at that time." After he fell and disappeared, Tie Artemisia murmured, "This little ghost is blocked behind, the sword wound is relatively light, and he actually attacked me by means of a moment of immortality, but how can it be so easy for you to kill me." Tie Hao remembered that he was a martial artist, but he was injured by an opponent younger than himself, and he couldn't help but be furious, and after letting out a roar that seemed to shake the whole city, he swung his sword and cut off the iron flagpole of the Song army in the square.

Here it is. Thirty meters away, Guo Poyu braved the night breeze and crossed the group of detached beggar disciples from the rooftop, and saw his tall opponent from a distance.