It's late at night, and people who have been busy all day are already falling asleep sweetly.

In an unknown barren mountain in the west of the main city of the Green Dragon, a battle like hell on earth is being staged here. The two warring sides are the Dragon War World Gang and the Phoenix Pavilion Proud of the World Alliance. There was no so-called warm-up and temptation, and the battle entered a white-hot battle to the death from the beginning. The players on both sides fought with blood and angry eyes, and the falling corpses and patches of white light did not make them feel afraid, but completely aroused their belligerent nature. Blood sparked their nerves, and they had never been so eager for a hearty battle as they were now. As you listen, the cries and wails of players, the clanging of swords, and the whistling of magic reverberate across the land, weaving together into a soul-grabbing song of death.

"Long Zhan, do you like this feeling?" said on the side of the battlefield, looking at the world with a relaxed face.

Long Zhan didn't speak, just looked coldly at the arrogant world in front of him, he knew better than anyone else that his dozens of people couldn't last long at all. If you want to win, I am afraid that only the black and white sides will solve the opponent first, and then with their strong support, your own side can win. And now that he is being watched by the world, he must solve the current situation of being arrogant if he wants to help. Speaking of which, this arrogant man can't get along with himself three times and twice, and this time he must pay the price!

"What are you talking about so much!Come on!" Long Zhan didn't want to talk nonsense with the arrogant world anymore, but rushed over with a wave of his long sword.

"Black noodles are black noodles, although they have been controlled, we have to work together to solve them. Looking at the red mask and purple mask next to him, Sunset's tone was slightly embarrassed.

"Hurry up!" Red Mask urged anxiously. It seems that he can't hold on to the overuse of this mirror magic weapon.

"Don't worry, let him be freed immediately!" Zimian on the side unhurriedly took out something like an embroidery needle, "Taste my soul needle!" After saying that, he shot the silver needle at Zhang Yang. The silver needle shot at him, and it seemed that he was aiming at the center of his eyebrows. "Is it another magic weapon?" Xizhao was slightly surprised, since the profession of Xiuzhen was known to the players, everyone was completely attracted by his toughness. What level of equipment artifact has suddenly become worthless, and now everyone is pursuing all kinds of props that become cultivators and magic weapons used by cultivators. Although no one has said it explicitly, this game has gradually entered a new era of cultivation. However, even if players frantically searched for any possibility of becoming a cultivator, only one in 10,000 people would succeed. After all, in order to become a cultivator, you must pass the trial, and the difficulty is unimaginable for players, so some people sell it directly after getting the item, because they know that they will definitely not be able to pass the trial. And the magic weapon of the cultivator is even rarer, this kind of thing is completely unattainable, only one or two of the ten thousand cultivators have a magic weapon, as far as Zhang Yang is concerned, he has not got any magic weapon from the game now. That's why Xizhao was so surprised to see that the two cultivators who were proud of the world had magic weapons, in other words, this was also the purpose of her coming here this time. Because according to reliable sources, the box that Long Zhan hit was a thing that cultivated the truth, whether it was a prop or a magic weapon, it was all what Xizhao desperately wanted to get. That's why she hit it off with Proud of the World, because after the matter is done, Proud of the World doesn't want this thing, what he wants is that all the people in the world die here!

However, it was far beyond their expectations beforehand, and they saw that the silver needle first pierced Zhang Yang's mask without any hindrance, and then disappeared into Zhang Yang's eyebrows.

"Haha, the famous Black Face is not dead in my hands!" Purple Face laughed wildly and turned his head to Red Face and said, "You can let him go, he is hopeless." ”

"I... I can't move!" Redface's words suddenly surprised the second **.

"Oh no! Lost contact!" Purple Face immediately noticed that something was wrong. He looked at the black mask with the small tree printed on it in horror, he was obviously controlled by the red face just now, how could he suddenly become like this?

"You've had enough!" Zhang Yang said softly. The noise on the battlefield did not cover up the loud voice, and the faces of the three of them tightened, and a chill involuntarily came out of their backs.

"Drink!" Zhang Yang snorted, snatching the red face out of the mirror, and then threw him into the air with a slam of the flick.

Sunset was about to help, but found that Zhang Yang was no longer in place, "On it!" Purple Face widened his eyes as he looked at Zhang Yang in the air far above Red Face.

"Soul Needle!" Zhang Yang shouted angrily, and a silver needle flew out of his eyebrows. "Change!" Before the flamboyant voice fell, the silver needles suddenly changed from one to hundreds. "Hurry!" With Zhang Yang's command, Silver Needle swooped towards the red side like a group of fighters sailing.

"Don't!" The slowly falling red face was so frightened when he saw this scene that his face turned bloodless. Players on the battlefield heard his shouts and stopped their weapons to look at him. However, at this moment, no one could save him, and hundreds of silver needles passed through him in an instant.

"Are you alright?" the players looked at it with some strange curiosity, as if it had a red face intact.

"Bang!" A quiet explosion re-deepened his understanding of Zhang Yang, and the red-faced body instantly exploded into a cloud of blood dripping from the sky.

"This!" All the players, including the Dragons in the World, widened their eyes, but perhaps because they were used to flamboyant perverts, they immediately fought again in a group.

And Zhang Yang's purple face below the heart is not so calm, the soul needle is a magic weapon that he finally obtained, every day in addition to eating and sleeping, his time is spent on studying this magic weapon, just before he naively thought that this magic weapon has been completely mastered by him. Now, not only was the magic weapon taken away by someone as soon as they first fought, but the other party was able to use it freely in just an instant, and even used a function that he didn't know at all. At this moment, a huge sense of frustration completely crushed him, and he didn't even notice that the danger was approaching.

"Be careful!" The group of silver needles that killed the red face in an instant did not stop at all after penetrating the red face, but rushed directly towards the position of the sunset and the purple face. Sunset reminded and quickly jumped away, while Purple Face was still immersed in his own world, so he followed in the footsteps of Red Face in an instant.

"Rubbish!" Looking at the blood mist not far away, Xizhao couldn't help but complain.

"It's you next!" Xizhao was shocked, and she didn't know when she had appeared behind her.