What does it feel like to be sad?

Ye Ran once understood.

But he forgot.

It was a feeling that had been forgotten for too long, so this emotion surging from the bottom of his heart was a little new to him.

The buildings in the field of vision are being distorted little by little, and everywhere you look is stained with a layer of mist.

The ancient sword demon moon roared wantonly.

The misty sword intent rose in the air, encompassing the area within a radius of hundreds of meters around him, and everyone trembled under this fierce and cold sword intent, which was an absolute gap in the realm.

The warmth in his arms gradually became cold, he just held it carefully, and then felt the passing of the other party bit by bit.

When he appeared, he was entangled in countless fragments.

As the night grew brighter, the boy looked up, his eyes traced the fragments, and his figure gradually became clear.

Someone died.

The indifference on Ye Ran's face, as well as the crazy sword intent, were conveying such a message.

The players looked at each other, focusing their eyes on the faces of several of them.

"What did you just do?"

The red and white girl was also shrouded in a black cloak at the moment, and she frowned suspiciously about Ye Ran's reaction, and asked in a low voice to the players who were moving the other way just now.

"I almost revealed my whereabouts and killed an NPC with my hands."

The tone that answered her was full of indifference, but the girl could clearly feel the tremor in the other party's words. The fierce aura in the air almost sliced their skin and surged into the crimson muscles, devouring them all.

That's killing intent.

The players present have experienced this killing intent, and even they themselves have this killing intent.

But this killing intent is inevitably too powerful!

This is no longer just ten people, a hundred people level killing intent!

The girl clenched her silver teeth, although she didn't know why Ye Ran exuded such a strong killing intent towards them, but at this time, it was not the time for infighting at all. Before she could speak, Ye Ran's low words had already reached her ears.

"She's dead again, Asuna, and we're repeating the same history."

For some reason, Ye Ran's faint words came into the girl's ears, but it made her heart chuckle, and her head suddenly dizzy. Something seemed to be struggling in her mind, and the feeling of being eroded by something strange made her panic.

How many times did that silver-haired girl die?

It seems that she has been following her side since the second week, carrying out the so-called battle, which seems to have no hope and an endless battle.

This time, however, she died in front of him.

Then it must be the third time.

Three times.

Can a person's life be repeated three times?

The young man's gaze stared at the void in front of him without focus, and he sighed at the number, and then fell into a strange silence.

"Damn, pretending to be a ghost!"

The player who replied to the girl in a low voice before smacked hard at the ground, raised his head, and the emotions in his heart kept devouring his thoughts, that was the hatred of this city, and now Ye Ran was actually in front of them, so it means that Ye Ran has betrayed the player, right?

Bursts of distorted darkness finally overwhelmed him, and he raised the dagger in his hand, a thin and faint glow of light that glowed green, quenched with poison.

With that killing intent, he rushed towards Ye Ran, stepping on the ground. With the highest level of 'stealth' skills, of course, he didn't bring any sound, and even the sound of the wind was perfectly eliminated, he was very satisfied, this was simply the most perfect performance of his life.

And then, that's all.

The slender index finger was smeared with sword qi, and the invincible sword qi ignored the opponent's strong physique that was enhanced by the system, and penetrated the opponent's forehead without hindrance.

One finger.

Gently shake your hand and shake off the non-existent drop of blood.

In the stride, the fragments that the player has turned into become a light that shines on him.

It was an indifferent face.

That delicate face was filled with extreme killing intent.

He is Ye Ran.

The strongest player in what players think.

At the moment, he is unfamiliar to the player, because of the bright red logo on his head.

The lights flickered brightly.

Players who were supposed to be hidden in the darkness were exposed to the intense light, blocking their vision and turning their gaze to the source of the light.

The emerald white dress walked in every way, swaying and swinging was dazzling charm, and the emerald long sword fluttering behind him brought a solemnity.

She's the magic sword, she's Mochizuki.

Countless soldiers poured out of it, holding spears to surround these players, there were only about twenty players in the light, but they were already the top masters among the players, and even they, when facing these almost uncountable soldiers, even if they were above these soldiers, they couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva nervously.

Not to mention this person.

The emerald white figure stopped, and in everyone's surprised and frightened eyes, he knelt down towards the white-clothed young man Yingying, bowed his head and smiled.

"Welcome back, brother."

The girl's voice reached Ye Ran's ears, Ye Ran smiled indifferently, and her low laughter was full of sarcasm.

"What shall I call you now, incarnation of the Seed of the Holy Stone?"

"If I could, I would like my brother to continue calling me Shirokumar."

There was no consternation at Ye Ran's words, the girl just smiled lightly, and then raised her head, her eyes still clear. Just like the appearance in Ye Ran's memory many years ago, the girl who was beside him and the entire player of the other party's strength.

"When was it 'eroded'?"

"I forgot, it's supposed to be the second 'restart'."

Three-week?

The girl who stood up straight was still calm, as if she was not talking about herself, and smiled: "Brother has to work harder, it will start to act against my brother next." ”

I don't know when the Dao began, Ye Ran has become an existence in this world that must be cleared.

So.

"What is it afraid of?"

Ye Ran's eyes were scorching, and without waiting for the girl to answer, he said thoughtfully: "The reason why it will have killing intent towards me should be what happened this week, then, the difference, is the 'sword intent'?" ”

"It can't grasp this amount of power, so it's going to destroy it."

"Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

"So, let's take a look at something interesting."

With his right hand pressing the hilt of the sword, the faint aura that stretched out on Ye Ran's body suddenly changed, and even the night that was originally just cool began to gradually become cold. In a trance, the hearts of people who were almost out of breath were beating so violently that there was a faint fragrance faintly coming from their noses.

A sword rises and the heavens and the earth move.

This is the swordsman.

This is sword intent.

Sword intent! Simon blows snow!