Empty, only those 'ornaments' exist on the streets.

The conversation between the two men as they walked, and the synthesized sound translated by the system reached Mu Qian's ears.

"Those two men in China must be in love with each other, and I don't believe that anyone would sacrifice for another person unconditionally."

"No, we've been talking about this for a long time. I still admire that great sword swordsman, his personal charm is simply bursting. ”

"You like him? Ha? ”

"Yes, I will be brave enough to pursue my heart's ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, and a sword light burst out from in front of the two of them.

The two of them reacted fairly quickly, the thief who spoke directly and forcibly hidden, while the mage flashed into the distance.

Airplanes!

The sound of the greatsword as it swept through the air was like a signal of death.

After half a second of invincibility, the hidden thief was kicked to the ground by the incoming figure, and the great sword slashed through his chest without pause. The figure did not stop, but jumped high and chased after the mage who had received it in the distance.

The horn of the charge has sounded.

The man just now......

In the faint light of the greatsword's unleashing skill, the outline of his face could be seen......

He's not, isn't he's gone?

With a ding, a series of system prompts in English alerted the thief that he was dead and about to be teleported back to his original server.

"Black and white!"

Screams echoed throughout the long street, and the mage died from a great sword a hundred meters away.

Mu Qian silently picked up the two pieces of mage equipment, but he didn't bother to look for the thief's 'output' just now, and ran directly to the side alley.

The sentence that the mage shouted before he died, he could understand without the need for a systematic translation.

He's back!

The skies of the City of Sin are still dark and gloomy, and there is no distinction between the sun and the moon, day or night.

The winding alleys of the city, densely packed and somewhat chaotically planned, are the best barrier to the occurrence of evil.

When the killing can no longer be stopped, when the blood must flow.

Then, let the executioner's sword be sharper and put an end to this killing sooner......

"No, don't kill me, I don't want to drop the level!"

Silently, the pale golden light of the great sword flashed, and a little blood was splattered in the corner of the wall.

Around the corner, the silver-haired elf archer trembled slightly, she also killed a lot in the chaos before she would be teleported here, and she saw more blood in the game.

But the way of killing in this scene just now made her a little unacceptable.

"Come out, or I'll go find you."

Electronically synthesized English sounded in her ears, and it was the dark shadow that spoke.

The archer subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, but at this time, she found that the black shadow in the corner had turned to her side.

Run! Hasten!

She turned, trying to take a step, but the figure behind her leaped low.

The black shadow kicked his feet against the wall, like an arrow off the string, and threw the female player to the ground.

There was no hint of anti-harassment, just because the moment the black shadow pressed her, the big sword had already pierced her neck.

She hadn't left yet, and a few ellipses popped up on her body, apparently not knowing what to say.

And the man who had just killed her stood up from her body with his hands on the ground, leaving only an English word, and he had no nostalgia for the delicate elven body.

The corpse on the ground turned into a little white light and slowly dissipated.

"The ninth."

Soon, several players were posting on the forums in their respective regions, along with a few screenshots on it.

The man has returned, and he has become a vengeful spirit, hunting down us who had forced his companions to death. ’

He's the devil, the real devil, and I'm going to have nightmares tonight." ’

'The rest must be united, and this Chinese must not be allowed to occupy the city of sin. ’

Posts like these have also attracted a lot of attention, but they have not caused a wider impact.

But information is still easy to spread in the era of network sharing.

Soon, there was another burst of cheers and celebrations from the players in China, and countless players stood up in solidarity with the Great Sword Emperor's act of revenge.

There are also some opposing voices, saying that this is contrary to the image of the ceremonial state of the Celestial Empire.

The words of the two families also have their own reasons, but whether Mu Qian listens or not, that is another matter.

Compared with the relatively closed City of Sin, the players in it are the ones who last learned that 'he is back'.

When Mu Qian took the mask, disguised as a two-sword swordsman who appeared to be an elf, and walked into the tavern again, there were less than ten people in the tavern, each hiding in the corner and drinking alcohol.

They all remained silent.

This feeling of being treated as a criminal and possibly ready to meet the judgment of that big sword at any time is not liked by anyone.

"What do you want to drink?"

The bearded man received him with a smile.

"A glass of blood."

The double-sword swordsman threw a bag of gold coins, and the tone of Mandarin Chinese made the figures in the corners look over.

A glass of blood, of course, is not really a cup of blood, but a liquor that is like blood, which is a major feature of the Chaos Tavern.

The bearded man was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "No one has ever ordered this wine from me, but this is my specialty." ”

Four or five people had already come out of the corner and stood behind the two-sword swordsman.

"Hey, boy, there's something we want to talk to you about."

The orcs are moving their wrists in shield warfare, and they urgently need violence to vent the pressure and repression from the East.

The two-sword swordsman turned his head and replied in fluent English: "It's better to go out and talk." ”

Several people looked at each other in surprise, and then one by one they showed a sinister smile.

"I hope I'll come back, you've already mixed the wine I wanted."

The swordsman said lightly, got up from his chair, and walked out of the tavern with a few strong men who seemed to be his 'followers'.

"Where are you going?"

"Find a place where no one is around, and you should be more satisfied."

The sneers of several people became more and more obvious......

A minute later, the Twin Swordsmen rubbed their hands and pushed open the taverns.

His name had changed slightly, the mask on his face had been slightly adjusted, and the chain mail on his body was also disguised, but with a few drops of blood.

In the corner of the tavern, the rest of the people saw him and fell into a state of collective brain failure.

Are Chinese players so ruthless these years?

One by one, they all had such questions.

"The cup of blood you want, freshly sourced, refreshing and delicious."

The bearded man smiled and put the drink in front of the swordsman, the smile in his eyes becoming more and more obvious, "What else do you need?" I have the strongest liquor here, and the most delicious brew. ”

The double-sword swordsman smiled faintly, didn't say anything, and drank a cup of blood, leaving traces on the corners of his mouth like blood......

He said, "No, it's fine, pure and free of other impurities." ”

The tavern owner nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly said, "You can wait for the career promotion assessment to come to me, I have a small matter I want you to help with." ”

Career advancement? Sixty-five?

The players around who heard the bearded man speak all stood up, their eyes a little jealous, looking at the two-sword swordsman in front of the counter.

What exactly did this guy meet to trigger the hidden profession that the Tavernkeep could post!

The double-sword swordsman didn't seem to know the meaning of the bearded man's words, but calmly replied: "If I have time, I will come over to help you." ”

The rest of the people in the tavern were already going crazy.

After drinking the bloody glass of wine, the two-sword swordsman said thank you, turned and walked out of the shutter door of the tavern.

Because of the existence of this tavern, the effect of drunkenness increasing damage and damage taken has always existed in the City of Sin.

It is also because of the existence of this chaotic tavern that these 'murderers' can freely vent their hormones that cannot be unleashed here - free fighting. Indirectly, it also reduced the fighting in the city a little.

After all, if you die here, your strength will drop greatly, and you will even break away from the echelon of the mainstream level.

Many people can't afford it.

But even those players who have been carefully hiding to do tasks and messing around, today are not immune to the slashing of a big sword.

Simply because, they went online at the wrong time, and in the wrong place, and met that pair of indifferent eyes......

The black shadow in the blood light kept flashing.

……

Day 2.

The players who came to the tavern to wait for the mission to refresh were stunned to find that there were more than half of the players today compared to yesterday, and there were only more than a dozen people!

Is it because that ghostly great sword swordsman came back again, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to come out one by one?

Still is......

Or have they all died under the blade of that great sword!

The eyes of the double-sword swordsman in the corner swept over, catching a few faces with some impressions, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Here, take the mission!"

The bearded man roared in various languages and released the plank of today's mission; These players glanced at each other and subconsciously chose the first two.

It's better to concentrate as much as possible so that they can feel each other, and the weak sense of security that can bring.

The two groups of people walked out of the tavern and split into two groups, hurrying towards the two mission sites, not noticing the figure of the two-sword swordsman following behind them......

A few minutes later, the quarry.

"Sixty-two."

The Great Sword Swordsman held the long sword in his left hand and sighed softly.

Slowly sat down next to a boulder that had not yet exploded, biting the marching bandage on the wound on the back of his right hand to stop the bleeding.

Only a fifth of the blood bar on his head remained, and in front of him lay nine figures on the ground covered with rubble.

He took out half a piece of hard bread in his arms, mixed with blood stains and gnawed a little bit, and the blood bar on his head was slowly rising.

Being online for a long time made his eyes a little tired.

The anger in his eyes gradually weakened as he took out his sword again and again, and lowered his head again and again to pick up the equipment.

For the first time since being reborn, this is the first time to vent; The bottom of my heart is cloudy, and I am a little shallow because of this.

Clenched his right hand, feeling that he had regained his strength, he put on the bracer that had been cut through again, and his durability was almost exhausted.

In the sky of the City of Sins, a few bright white lights appeared, and if you looked closely, they were a few rays of sunlight peeking out of the cracks in the clouds.

This is only possible in the skies of the City of Sin if the number of killers online in the city is less than ten - this is the information available on the official website.

But Mu Qian, whether in his dream or now, is still the first time he has seen it.

The sun gradually increased, shining on the black giant city and the wall closest to the quarry.

There are piles of dark red marks on the city walls, and this dark red can be seen on the walls of many main cities. But the dark red traces of the city walls are all on the outside.

The entire virtual world, only here, is the dark red distributed within the walls.

On the streets, those 'hungry' who were like ornaments stood up one by one and slowly wandered.

The child on the street shrank his body into the sun, closed his eyes, and gradually stretched his eyebrows, which was a longing for long-lost warmth.

"It's time to go back, too."

Mu Qian muttered, leaning on the bulge of the boulder, looking at the clouds in the sky gradually dispersing, and was distracted.

When his health was full, he took his sword and walked to the spire in the far distance, in the center of the city.

An open window could be found on the minaret, and an old man stood by the window, staring in amazement at the sunlit city wall in the distance, creeping like a black dragon.

"Sunshine, again?"

At another mission point, the six people who were building the city wall were stunned, and they also sat there looking at the gradually clear sky.

After they came here, they also checked the official website information, and also saw the sentence written in different words:

'When there are only ten slain, the sky of the city of sin will be full of light. ’

Beneath the dome, two streaks of white light rose up, followed by a somewhat repetitive system prompt.

Because of this system prompt, they've heard, it's about the 'Cleaner Kamen Emperor' returning to his homeland.

The gaze in the eyes of these survivors was slightly complicated.

In their gaming careers, they may not be able to forget this shadow:

There was a time when the City of Sin was deeply in fear of being dominated by a great sword......

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