"Bead archery!"

"Serial Arrows!"

"Arc Arrow!"

……

Of course, the arc-shaped arrow was shot by Nie Pohu.

One after another, the gold-level masters fell. These people were invited by Murong Ming all the way, and none of them were weak, but Liu Wei'an was too strong, and the magic of archery was something they had never seen before. And the opportunity to seize it was just right, just the moment when they were blown up by the 'Bursting Charm Arrow' and had to defend.

A thousand burst talisman arrows are the first to strike, not to mention a gold-level master, even a platinum-level is enough to choke suddenly.

These gold-level masters roared, struggled, and resisted, but no matter how desperately they tried, the results were in vain. If they come together, there may be a glimmer of life. It is a pity that their arrogance is scattered in all directions, carelessly, and ruins their last hope.

The blue city is very big, but for the masters, coming from the east of the city to the west of the city is a matter of breathing. When the first gold-level master fell, a powerful aura rose from all corners of the blue city, and the breath of the gold-level master was released, causing the sky to change, and all kinds of demonic beasts projected the sky, illuminating the sky of the entire blue city as if it were the end of the world.

The entire Blue City suddenly fell silent, and the players were worried in their hearts, lest a certain gold-level master accidentally confiscate their breath and let them disappear.

These masters flew up to the roof and didn't get closer, but their magic lamp-like eyes shot over, watching Liu Wei'an shoot gold-level masters one by one, dozens of masters in the city, just looked at it blankly, without a trace of expression on their faces. Of course, only their own hearts know how to shake in their hearts.

Murong Ming, the big head, the fat man, the swordsman, the rickety old man, and the camel Xiangzi rushed over desperately, wanting to rescue these gold-level masters, but where could they be in time. Camel Xiangzi has the highest strength and the fastest speed, but when he appeared in front of Liu Wei'an, it happened that the last gold-level master was shot in the head.

Liu Wei'an's arrow uses the most common archery technique, but the arrow is a 'burst charm arrow'.

The most ordinary technique, but it brought the strongest shock, and all the Blue City masters who saw this scene inexplicably felt a chill. Liu Wei'an used the death of a gold-level master to tell them one thing, as long as he wanted to kill people, even if he didn't use any means, he could easily kill them. Liu Wei'an didn't say anything, didn't even look at them, but everyone understood that this was what Liu Wei'an meant to them.

Of the ten gold-level masters, Liu Wei'an killed nine people by himself, and Nie Pohu killed one. With Nie Pohu's strength, if he wanted to kill a gold-level master with one arrow, he couldn't do it even if the 'arc arrow' was elusive, but the gold-level master was killed by Liu Wei'an, and his mind was shaken, so Nie Pohu seized the opportunity and shot him with one arrow.

"Fist of Judgment!"

Liu Wei'an put away the winter thunder bow in a hurry, and waited until the camel Xiangzi and the others arrived in front of him before he punched out, and the punch suddenly accelerated halfway, turning into six punches in an instant, and hit Murong Ming, the big head, the fat man, the swordsman, the rickety old man and the camel Xiangzi at the same time. It turned out to be a pair of six.

Boom, boom!

The strength set off a storm, and all the people within a radius of 50 meters were shaken out, and the bluestone slabs attached to the street shot in all directions, and they were as fast as electricity. The shops on both sides disintegrated in an instant and flew out, with a terrifying sound.

The explosion was mixed with a scream, ordinary players didn't know what was going on, but those gold-level masters could see it clearly, Liu Wei'an was one against six, Murong Ming, the big head, the fat man, the swordsman, the rickety old man and the camel Xiangzi, the others were just shocked back, only the fat man was caught up by Liu Wei'an when he flew back, and blasted out a second punch, which directly smashed the fat man to pieces.

The dust fell, revealing everyone's figures, and everyone on Murong Ming's side changed color, and their expressions were extremely ugly. Liu Wei'an stood like a mountain, staring in all directions, his eyes were not sharp, and he had a taste of disdain.

"Fist of Judgment!"

In front, Murong Ming and others took the initiative, but this time it was Liu Wei'an who took the initiative, and the Great Trial Fist carried the power of thunder and lightning to blast at five people, that's right, it was five people, only five people, and one person was missing.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Liu Wei'an put the rickety old man at the end, and the rickety old man had a premonition, and he was very vigilant in his heart, but when the power of Rushan was transmitted along his arm, all the preparations became in vain, and he watched Liu Wei'an's second 'Great Trial Punch' hit his body, and he was shocked, and then he didn't know anything.

He didn't know, but the people around him could see it clearly, the broken body was like a watermelon smashed on the ground, shattered, and flesh and blood splattered everywhere, like a rain of blood.

There are four people left, and these four people are cold.

"Come again!"

This time it was the big head that hung up, Murong Ming and the swordsman vomited blood and threw it away, and only the camel Xiangzi could still stand.

"Wait," Murong Ming shouted.

But Liu Wei'an didn't pay attention to it at all, and a punch was blasted out in the air, and Murong Ming, who had just gotten up, vomited blood and flew out, in mid-air, he heard the swordsman's screams, and reluctantly twisted his body and adjusted the angle so that his vision could be unobstructed, and he just happened to see the swordsman being caught up by Liu Wei'an's second punch.

The body exploded like fireworks, the Great Judgment Fist was just and fierce, and the targets that were hit were basically not intact.

With the strength of a swordsman, he would not have been killed by Liu Wei'an so easily, but the last time he died, the gold-level sword fell, and this time he took a silver-level sword, which was not powerful enough, and it was not easy, his strength fell by one percent out of thin air, plus death once, his cultivation fell by one percent, and his strength fell by two percent at once, and it was rare to be able to hold on until now.

"A person, if he does not have an upright heart, he will not be able to go to a higher realm." Liu Wei'an looked at the camel Xiangzi and said lightly.

Camel Xiangzi's body trembled slightly, and then his eyes burst into a bright essence.

"Talented." Liu Wei'an praised it, and the lightning punched out, and the momentum was overwhelming.

"Fist of Judgment!"

Bang

Camel Xiangzi flew thirty meters sideways, and just when everyone thought he could still take a punch, his body suddenly exploded, and the minced flesh shot in all directions, and he could no longer recognize his original appearance.

Murong Ming got up from the ground and found that he was the only one left, all the people he brought were dead, only he was still standing, and the others were all peace soldiers. The situation is almost exactly the same as the last time, his subordinates are dead, and he is left alone to face the last thing he wants.

"I hope this is the end of this!" Murong Ming's voice was extremely bitter, this was definitely not the result he wanted, but now he had to bow his head. He was not afraid of death, but the consequences of death were something he did not want to see.

"Who do you think you are?" This was the first and last sentence that Liu Wei'an said to Murong Ming tonight.

The arrow that broke through the air suddenly turned when Murong Ming moved his body, and it pierced his temple, and Murong Ming fell straight down, the terrifying gaze in his eyes quickly frozen.

A big battle involving nearly 20 gold-level masters ended in a way that everyone didn't expect. The landslide and tsunami came and went quietly, and the players who experienced this battle today have forever imprinted Liu Wei'an's mark in their hearts. When they came back to their senses, they found that the gold-level masters who were watching the excitement had already disappeared silently, and they didn't know when they disappeared.

None of the Ping An team died, only a dozen were wounded, and they completely defeated Murong Ming's side.

After the incident, the Black Bull took the men and horses to the Desert Gang's territory and walked again, where there were only two bronze-level players left to guard the gate, and when they saw the Black Bull rushing in, their faces turned pale with fright, and they couldn't speak.

Black Bull didn't embarrass the two, but just searched the Desert Gang's territory inside and out. In the end, of course, nothing was found.

"Call it a day!" Black Bull was not dissatisfied. He didn't come here to raid his family, it was simply to humiliate Murong Ming. This kid hit his boss's attention twice, how could he make him feel better. What is the Murong family, don't say that he is already down, even if he is not down, he provokes his boss in the game, and the final result is embarrassing.

The impact of this battle is very great, and there are no forces in the blue city that dare to pay attention to the peace team, and even in normal times, they will avoid the south of the city, and if they can, try not to come. In the past, when the mourning dragon was in charge, he didn't want to come to the south of the city to avoid trouble, but he was not afraid of the mourning dragon, but now he was really afraid.

Mourning Dragon and Murong Ming were resurrected at about the same time, and after going online, they saw that their territory was occupied by Liu Wei'an, and the younger brother was either hung up or dispersed. The famous Lost Dragon suddenly became history. Suddenly angry, I originally planned to rush directly to the south of the city to grab the territory back, but when I saw Tang Dingdong arriving with 100 people, I felt that I was alone, and I was afraid that I was not an opponent, so I endured the anger in my heart and began to secretly contact my younger brother. Just when the younger brother was about to make contact, Murong Ming made a move.

In the battle between Murong Ming and Liu Wei'an, Mourning Dragon was watching in secret, from beginning to end, he saw it clearly and without missing anything. After the battle, he was stunned, lost his soul, and he didn't know how to return to the contact point.

"Boss, are we still going to attack Liu Wei'an?" The little brother asked anxiously. Everyone else looked at the Dead Dragon, their eyes full of unease and trepidation.

The mourning dragon stared at the little brother who asked the question in a daze, until the little brother's face turned pale, and finally his body trembled uncontrollably. Mourning Dragon's temper is not good, when he was the main city in the south of the city in the past, his younger brother was killed by himself more than by others. The younger brother thought that he had committed the taboo of the lost dragon, and he felt a burst of despair in his heart. Seeing this, the other younger brothers quietly took a step back, although there was only a step away, and the obvious boundary suddenly appeared.

"Let's go!" The mourning dragon was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, and suddenly he was disheartened. The raised hand couldn't fall anymore, and waved weakly.

The younger brothers ran away like Meng Dahe.