The audience in the live broadcast room, who was respected by the rest of the people as the "great god", suddenly understood a feeling called "tiredness", and he was in a higher dimension than most of the people in the live broadcast room. He is blessed with a state of affairs that allows him to be like the observer in Marvel and the watcher in DC Comics, not participating in the events of any life form in the low-dimensional universe, but only witnessing it as a bystander.

In his long life, this "great god" has accumulated a huge amount of knowledge that others can hardly imagine, and even his knowledge reserve cannot be described as well-informed. Then today he was routined, and the word "routine" may not be used here, but in short, his status as a barrage encyclopedia in the live broadcast room has been challenged.

The great god saw that the topic of the barrage was getting more and more crooked, and from the beginning of complaining about the characters in those novels and he would agree to the role, it gradually changed to complaining about the routines of various novels, such as complaining about fantasy novels "Upgrade to fight monsters and pick up treasures, Cave Academy auctions." After completing the quest under the dungeon, the fairy realm and the god realm will change the map......"

complained about urban novels: "The protagonist is an orphan who was abandoned by his biological parents on the side of the road and picked up and raised by a mysterious old man. Under the old man's upbringing, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, frying, cooking, looking, hearing, asking, cutting, playing, carving, and ancient martial arts are all excellent. Of course, the protagonist does not deserve to use these abilities to make money, but is willing to stay poor.

It wasn't until a certain thousand-year-old lady who was suffering from a strange illness, or a retired old man whose son was a high-ranking official, that she realized how much she had learned from the old people she had raised, and then healed them through her exquisite medical skills, and then soared into the sky and became unstoppable. In the end, Wu broke through the void and flew away. ”

complained about those super Mary Sue female frequent articles: "The heroine's name is stinky and long, and she puts all kinds of good words into her name." I went to elementary school at the age of three, junior high school at the age of four, and graduated as a postdoctoral fellow at the age of eight! Fluent in 36 languages. At the age of five, he can play any musical instrument, and at the age of six, he will have a solo exhibition! At the age of seven, he broke several Olympic records. Her hair also changes color with her mood, mint purple when she is happy, ice indigo when she is unhappy, and transparent when she is asleep.

She took over a $40 billion multinational company from her father, and after a week of running it, that number doubled to $80 billion. Use pearl powder as a mask every night, soak your feet with high-grade bird's nest, and platinum toothbrushes are all disposable! Her phone is embedded with pink diamonds, each of which can be exchanged for a large villa with an area of 500 square meters, and those diamonds are all turned into by her tears! (This passage is from the comic "Ah Yuan")

[The crooked building is the most annoying!] The great god who thought so in his heart silently sent a barrage: "Our brother Mo and the reincarnation man named Xu Xingchuan are going to fight, you can see for yourself, I won't talk about it." ”

Tang Yimo and Xu Xingchuan started to act, but they didn't start fighting as the great god expected, but brandished the blades in their hands, retreating or advancing, stabbing or slashing, as if they were practicing their own martial arts, giving people the feeling of a martial arts performance. Both of them are in one stop, and although their postures and movements are different, they are controlled under a rhythm, like a pas de deux sword dance. (When writing this paragraph, I thought of the sentence "Xiang Zhuang drew his sword and danced, and Xiang Bo also drew his sword and danced" in the middle school textbook "Hongmen Banquet")

But no matter how much they moved, no matter how exaggerated and intense their movements were, the distance between the two of them was never shortened, as if they were trying their best to control it.

Someone in the barrage couldn't stand it anymore, so he spoke and asked: "Has anyone come out to explain, I can't understand it here!" The great god was hurt by your words, so he stopped picking and quitting, and hurried out to someone. ”

"It's like a boxing match without a commentary, it looks boring."

"My world is about spell cultivation, and it has nothing to do with martial arts."

"I don't understand, but there seems to be some kind of pattern in their movements. Great God, ask for explanation. ”

"What you can't get is always in turmoil, and what is favored has nothing to fear."

"Me! I! I! My sect is dominated by swords, and I seem to understand it. ”

"Welcome new commentators to the stage, and give flowers ×999 to show welcome."

"That, although I can barely understand it, can I start from somewhere else, otherwise I can't explain it."

"Yes, yes, hurry! Seeing Brother Mo and them arguing there for a long time, but they didn't move, I was about to fall asleep. ”

"That, my sect has a predecessor who has achieved a sword immortal, and before he ascended, he could be described as a peerless talent, and a three-foot green blade has few opponents. But he claimed that among his studies, he was fourth in drinking, third in swordsmanship, second in poetry and singing, and first in calligraphy. ”

"So crazy!"

"The one above, don't interrupt."

"Once, the only apprentice of that predecessor died at the hands of the barbarians while defending against an alien invasion from the north. The seniors were very sad, so they borrowed wine to kill their sorrows. After getting drunk, he carved a song on a piece of bluestone with a sword. After waking up, he said to the elders of the sect, I will no longer accept apprentices in my life, but what I have learned all my life is in this song on the bluestone. Drinking, swordsmanship, singing, calligraphy, I have left them all, and how much you get is counted as yours. ”

"Does this have anything to do with Brother Mo's current actions?"

"Well, I'm organizing the language, and I'll get to that soon. The song was written about drinking, and it was written in the original font of the senior. The strokes of the font are not coherent with each other, although they form a single character. But if you look closely, people who lack skill will subconsciously split a word into strokes, and those who are stronger can see each word, and the top part of the people can read what the song is specifically written. Brother Mo, they are now writing every stroke, and putting them together will form words, and then form an article. I have poor language skills, please forgive me. ”

No one cared about this person's barrage, because Xu Xingchuan and Tang Yimo officially made a move.

Xu Xingchuan took out a sword first, with him as the center of the circle, the ground within a radius of five meters shook violently, the floor could not withstand the huge pressure and shattered, and then sank like being crushed by a heavy roller, but there were also some broken bricks and stones that jumped up and flew away in the direction of Xu Xingchuan's sword.

The broken stone and rotten bricks were still halfway, but Xu Xingchuan's had already come to Tang Yimo's body, and the wooden sword in his hand stabbed out of his chest - his figure was faster than the splattered gravel.

Tang Yimo drifted backwards like a ghost, avoiding the wooden sword, and then handed out the rose sword, stabbing at Xu Xingchuan.