The silent night is like ink, and the wind is like a knife.

In the northland of midwinter, in the silent night, the wind is cold, the air is cold, the lonely path and the lonely heart in the lonely figure also seem to be cold. The cold soul-snatching, the cold soul, and the cold whole heaven and earth are a dead silence.

Bang dang ~ smack!

An empty wine bottle slid down the stone steps and fell to the concrete floor, shattering.

Going up the stone steps, I saw a thin figure in ragged clothes and unkempt hair, tilting his head and pouring a bottle of liquor into his mouth. Goo-too~Goo-too~ Maybe it was because he drank too hard, he coughed violently, and his pale and handsome face, with the cough, gradually showed a bit of sickly redness.

With a bang, I saw him slam the half bottle of wine in his hand out, and then slowly raised his head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky.

His eyebrows are very thick, his nose is very straight, his face is angular, and his eyes are originally deep, but at this time there is a bit of sadness.

This person is Wang Yang, who has been missing for a long time!

At this time, he has completely lost the domineering edge he had before, and has been replaced by an indescribable depression and frustration. Who would have thought that this rogue man, who seemed to be unable to even climb, would be the killer Fengdao who once dominated the world!

Maybe fate likes to joke with people?

He and Ye Zi, after they left with Ghost Face, what happened? What can make this iron-clad man so depressed and miserable? Why didn't he go to Cheng Yiming? He rarely drinks alcohol, why does he only want to get drunk now?

Nobody knows.

The crescent moon is like a knife, and the thin clouds are like yarn. I saw him looking at the crescent moon in the sky stupidly, the sadness in his eyes was even stronger, and unconsciously, two lines of turbid tears had slowly fallen down his cheeks, dripping on the cold cement floor, and also dripping in his heart.

His people and his heart seem to be frozen by this bleak north wind.

People are always like this, happy things are always easy to forget, and painful things are often deeply engraved in the bottom of the heart. Some people may ask, why do people always remember the happiness and warmth of the past? As everyone knows, the more such memories are made, the more unforgettable the pain of the moment.

Good memories are always like the splendid mountain flowers, like the kind morning light, which makes people unconsciously happy.

Pain, on the other hand, is like a mark on the back of a cow, and the more you want to forget, the clearer it becomes. Indeed, how can painful memories be easily dissipated? Even if you cut off the branded piece of skin, it will still leave a scar.

Because it has long been seared in people's hearts and souls.

If there is no joy, where is the pain?

Aren't pain and joy inextricably linked?

Such a brand, just like the bitter water in Wang Yang's stomach at this time, it has already melted into the bones and blood, and he can't spit it out if he wants to!

Despair? Unwilling?

The northland in the game is also a desolate and desolate winter landscape.

It's just that unlike reality, players can adjust their perception to the lowest level and enjoy the gorgeous snow scene without worrying about getting frozen. In the game, you can do things that you can't do in reality.

If there is a virtual and a game, there will be players.

Where there are players, there is always fighting and calculation, all these things, but they are the same as in reality.

Isn't the game a reflection of reality?

Isn't reality a game?

At this time, Cheng Yiming was already a little unable to distinguish between the game and reality, and he couldn't distinguish between these mixed, real and fantasy scenes. The hand he held the Qing Ying Sword had gradually begun to become numb, and the most primitive killing intent in his heart had been gradually hooked.

The five people were like five cold-blooded meat grinders, and with each blow, several white lights flashed.

Of course, this is in the game after all, after all, they are not iron.

It was less than five minutes before the battle for the five major ruins was over.

At this time, Cheng Yiming had already fallen to level 45, and except for the Qing Ying Sword, Talisman Jade Jue, and Holy Spirit, the rest of the equipment on his body had already fallen off. I saw that his eyes were bloodshot, and those eyes, which were originally deep and quiet, became extremely strange and dead at this time.

These eyes are no longer something that a person can have, but they are like a god of death from another world.

In the cold and merciless gaze, there is only death, only killing.

There are only three pieces of equipment left, and most of his attributes have already been weakened, but he seems to be even more powerful and terrifying than at the beginning. Even Lao Ding, who was originally as cold as ice and as quiet as a mountain rock, couldn't help but shrink his heart slightly when he inadvertently glanced at these eyes.

Zhan Shen Ye was far behind at this time, looking at the hellish scene in front of him, his face was distorted, and he couldn't help but lean over and retch.

At this time, Cheng Yiming's heart was surprisingly quiet, as quiet as if the entire Sealing Demon Realm was the only one of them, only a sword in his hand; This strange stillness, without the slightest thought or emotion, as if his whole brain and whole person were already empty, and this empty body had begun to be occupied by the endless killing.

He's like a walking corpse that only knows how to kill.

Shura kills the way.

Legend has it that the original brightest new star in the divine realm, the most promising Chen Shuo who became a true god, the mythical figure of the entire divine realm for tens of thousands of years, fell into the Shura killing path for some reason, stirred up the bloody rain of the six realms, and finally was strengthened by the three worlds of people, spirits, and gods, and sealed with the law of goodness of the remnants of the six realms of the true god of the universe.

The world is long, time is gone, history has gradually become a legend, and legends have gradually become a myth.

And this Shura Killing Realm is also known as the Killing Jing of Evil, and Cheng Yiming at this time has gradually fallen into it unconsciously.

In fact, everyone has two thoughts of good and evil in their hearts, and gods and demons are only between one thought. It's just a pity that man, as the chief of all things, can't control it, and even many people can't grasp it.

Before you know it, you're already in it.

The great benevolent person has the universe in mind, and the Dharma is natural!

The great evildoer will fall into the abyss of the devil forever, and there will be no return!

The battle for the five major ruins has entered the countdown of the last three minutes.

In reality, the simple little sword that was originally hanging quietly around Cheng Yiming's neck suddenly seemed to glow with a glimmer of blue light. This invisible blue light, like a light hong, disappeared in a flash, and suddenly disappeared into Cheng Yiming's mind.

Looking through the glass of the nutrition chamber, I saw that his face was painfully distorted at this time, and fine beads of sweat covered his forehead.

Suddenly, the faint blue light, like a frightened rabbit, suddenly burst out of Cheng Yiming's mind, circled slightly, and turned back into the quaint little sword again.

Buzz~ The originally quiet little sword suddenly began to tremble, and the dense blue light like moonlight poured out like a tide again, enveloping Cheng Yiming's mind.

Seal the Demon Realm.

Fierce and brutal fighting continues.

The air was full of blood and cold, and the black-brown earth was littered with pieces of equipment.

There seemed to be a sharp buzzing sound, and it flashed suddenly.

At this time, Cheng Yiming was like a bloody demon god, and the durability of the Qingying Sword in his hand had immediately returned to zero, but he was still like a leaping green dragon, mechanically harvesting the lives of players one by one. The whispering sounded as if it was far away in the sky, as if it was in the ears, as if it was in the endless darkness, and as if it was going straight to the divine sense.

His originally ghostly figure suddenly paused slightly.

Those strange and dead, lifeless eyes suddenly became deep and bright again.

With a 'poof' sound, the Qing Ying Sword was about to slash through the neck of a player in front of him, and it paused in mid-air. I saw him take a long sigh, although he was in the game, the corners of his eyes still couldn't help twitching slightly.

Thinking of the endless darkness and dead silence just now, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back.

He didn't know that if it weren't for the fact that at that critical moment, the ancient little sword drove away the demonic obstacles that invaded his divine consciousness, at this time, he was afraid that he would have already fallen into the path of the resurrection that could not be recovered, and became a cold-blooded killing walking corpse.

The God of War in front of him, the moment Cheng Yiming's Qing Ying Sword fell, a cold fear rose in his heart for no reason. People who play games, even if they have good equipment and high skills, will inevitably hang up a few times, and this person is naturally no exception. He doesn't know how many times he hung up, when he fought the boss, when he played the dungeon, when he was PK, but no matter which time he hung up, he would never have the fear of despair and coldness at this moment.

At that moment, it seemed as if he was not just hanging up in the game, as if his life in reality was about to end with this ghostly sword.

This sudden fear invaded his entire soul in an instant.

He was in complete despair.

What I didn't expect was that this soul-seducing sword did not continue to fall.

The man froze for a moment, and suddenly as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, he jumped up on the spot, and rushed to the mouth of the gorge like crazy, for fear that if he turned back, he would be buried here forever.

Cheng Yiming was still standing in place, his clothes already soaked with cold sweat.

The battle looks like night, and I don't know when I have already slipped away.

At this moment, the loud system broadcast sounded again.

Ding~ The 'God of War' of the Iron and Blood Alliance, under the leadership of the gang leader God of War Nameless, won the crystal ball, the lifeblood of the Water God Ruins, and successfully won the possession of the Water God Ruins! At the end of the battle, if the crystal ball is not broken by other teams, the ruins of the water god belong to the 'God of War' for a month!

Boom~ Cheng Yiming only felt that this loud broadcast sound was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, which shocked him and froze in place.

The battle for the five major ruins has been less than a minute.

How so?

The garrison was destroyed, and now even the ruins of the god of water have been taken away by the god of war.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was confused and angry, or dazed?

The only remaining more than 200 people of the God of War Gang, when they heard this, they all retreated as if they were about to be amnesty, and in a few breaths, they had already retreated cleanly.

Lao A and the other four were still standing far away.

The war mode is finally over.