"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough..."
The spinning feeling gradually went away from him. Yunmeng coughed violently for a while, and then gradually raised his head amidst the severe pain that spread all over his body. It was a bit heavy that did not match his robe.
The feeling then appeared in his consciousness, accompanied by the cold and biting feeling when the cold wind on the snowy day blew across the surface of his body. He tried waving his arms, and finally heard the sound in his ears.
With the sound of metal collision and the shaking of his body, he regained some consciousness: "Now, what is the situation now..."
"Oh, you finally woke up."
In the voice that belonged to a warrior with a black sword, Yinzhu, who raised his sword to block an attack, replied calmly, and then threw him on the ground beside Yun Meng's scream: "
Get up and work as soon as you wake up, otherwise..."
"I can guarantee that you will receive a more tragic lesson than before."
"you you……"
After rolling weakly on the rocky slope where the ice and snow melted, Yuemeng, who was already seriously injured, gasped in a heavy voice: "Are you a devil? Do you have any humanity at all?"
"It takes a bit of humanity to treat people, but not to you." Amidst the clanging sound of swords clashing, the man named Yinzhu calmly waved the black iron sword in his hand: "And...
"
"It's two versus five now. If you don't get up... everyone will really be in trouble."
Boom!
The crunching sound of ice shattering then rang in his ears. It was the sound made when a giant pillar of frost was suddenly scattered by Yinzhu's sword. The ice shards were smashed into pieces all over the sky by the huge force.
They were scattered around him, far or near, causing his already low blood volume to drop a little bit again. He turned over with difficulty, enduring the severe pain, and coughed up a few mouthfuls again.
The seawater entered his throat, and his clammy body moved for a long time before he leaned on the rock behind him: "You won't let me die, you won't let me live, and now you want me to contribute... This world still talks about
Are you being unreasonable?"
"This world has always respected the strong. In your heart... you should understand this truth best, right?"
Duan Qing retreated to his side with two deep marks. Duan Qing, who finally stabilized his figure, said without looking back: "Just like these guys in front of you... If you are defeated by them, you will die."
Meng’s reputation will also fall from this.”
"It's not your fault that I'm like this now!" The wide-eyed Yuengmeng weakly pointed at Duan Qing in front of him: "I was forcibly chopped to half-dead, and then I was asked to ride the rapids, and now
Are you still going to hold your breath and fight to the death for your survival?"
"We didn't ask you to sit in the rapids. When we had to go through the underground sewers... you were also one of the active members." With a slight sigh, Duan Qing's voice began to move forward:
"As for why you came together with us..."
"I still want to ask you this question."
He took two steps forward, and the black dagger in his hand faced a heavy halberd: "Why did you come to Starwind Plains?"
"..."
As if being asked about the pain point by the other party's question, Yun Meng, who was lying on the ground, was temporarily silent. Duan Qing, who did not receive an answer, seemed to have expected this result and took a deep breath of the cold wind in the snow: "
Judging from our previous adventures together, you are probably not a selfish person. Not only do you like to share your little cleverness with others, but you will also sacrifice yourself at critical moments - if it weren't for an explosion in the ruins of Tallond,
I might not have met Oxen at that time. From this point of view, you are also one of the heroes who indirectly saved the City of Freedom."
"Why are you misunderstood by the world to this extent?" Duan Qing slowly dodged the surprise attack of an ice spike, and asked in a low voice: "Even now... you are being misunderstood by a strong man who doesn't know where he comes from.
Are you thinking about me?"
"...He shouldn't be a strong man of unknown origin, he just didn't use his real name."
Finally speaking out his voice again, Yunmeng's eyes were filled with some memories: "In the beginning, we only met occasionally. The game was the Fantasy Continent. I was just a novice in the game at the time.
I don’t know anything about moves, gameplay, routines, etc…”
In the burst of magic brilliance, his voice seemed to be talking to himself: "It was just a small mission. The mission goal... I remember it was to unearth twelve ancient stone slabs of the troll clan.
, it was originally a very simple task, but we did it for a whole day without finishing..."
"Because of a fight?"
"Yes, because of a bunch of inexplicable fights."
When Duan Qing, who was pushed back to his side again, asked the next question, Yunmeng, who was holding her chest, smiled and said the same answer: "At first, it didn't look pleasing to the eye, and then there was competition... Anyway, here we are.
In the end, both sides were overwhelmed in the ruins by the sea. It didn't matter that the five people on the opposite side couldn't beat the two of us. They actually called a bunch of big players to come to help. In the end, they also organized a large group of other people.
People from the society blocked us on the way back to the city..."
"It was a long afternoon, and that's how we got to know each other." His eyes moved slightly, slowly focusing on the position of the black sword not far away: "Later, he taught me many things.
Thing, the teacher's name... was naturally called out."
"It's a good story." Duan Qing's voice came from the sound of swords not far away: "Then...how did you become what you are now?"
"Why else? Of course it's because of Jialong King Yoken's matter."
His eyes wandered to the snow-white sky, and Yun Meng's voice gradually became deeper: "After so many years... I didn't expect that he would still be thinking about me."
"That time you grabbed the BOSS? Your battle to become famous?" Duan Qing's surprised voice came from beside him: "Is he also here to settle a score with you?"
"Of course." Yunmeng's eyes narrowed slightly: "It's just..."
"His liquidation method may be different from what you imagine."
The harsh sound of metal friction was then heard from the front of the battlefield. It was the sound made when the black sword crossed the surface of the shield. The originally extremely slow movement seemed to have exerted some kind of weird magic, and then the top of the sword was lifted.
The shield bearer in front was thrown out of the formation. Several other teammates who were wandering around saw this and hurriedly stepped forward. At the same time, they swung their swords and guns at the swordsman who was still calm and calm, and staggered down.
The shield hand on the ground then rolled a gourd and got up with a look of shock and anger: "How is it possible? How could a mere ordinary attack break the instant defense effect on my shield..."
He shook off the snow water on his body and rushed forward again with an unconvinced look on his face. However, the shield that was suddenly raised gradually split into two halves with a crisp sound of metal, and two pieces fell off from his arms.
The sound of the metal plate falling to the ground echoed around the depression, and was then carried away by the biting cold wind. Several teammates who were blocking the front to save him turned their heads in surprise.
Then he looked at the still calm figure of the black sword warrior with a rather shocked expression: "You, you..."
"Which guild are you from?"
"...Wizzard."
Still showing a dull temper, Yinzhu looked at the players facing him quietly: "...Is there any problem?"
"Wizzard? Are you all from Wizzard?"
Several people holding weapons hurriedly looked around, and the vigilance in their eyes became more intense: "The people from Wizard are actually here too?"
"Don't be so nervous. This journey is just my personal behavior."
Finally letting out a few low laughs, Yinzhu pulled out a few simple sword flowers with the black sword in his hand: "If it hadn't happened to be washed here by the water..."
"Everyone who is enjoying the hot springs will probably not meet us in such a tragic way."
In the scene where the momentum suddenly erupted, which was enough to shock everyone around, Yinzhu, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, embedded the inverted black sword edge deeply into the ground, and then in a burst of brilliant light, he
A piece of sword energy scattered from the cracks in the ground was displayed in front of everyone. The energy that continued to overflow like a spider web then extended towards the surroundings of the entire depression, gradually forming a circle of brilliant light.
He formed a large formation, and then sent the sword power contained in it, together with the surrounding enemies, into the snow and wind.
"This is……"
Looking at the golden fireworks still remaining on the black sword's edge, Duan Qing, who had retreated to the back before, widened his eyes: "The Demonic Dragon Formation Sword?"
"...You really know this skill."
Picking up the edge of his sword again, the sword warrior turned around and looked at Duan Qing's face: "It seems... you are also an old player."
"I'm not as old as you think. I just happened to see the sword formation just now." Putting down his newly injured arm, Duan Qing's voice returned to its previous calmness: "But if you can use this skill
The manifested person…”
"Can you also use the Yi Sword?"
"Intentional Sword..."
Looking at Duan Qing deeply, Yinzhu put away his gaze, and then walked in front of Yunmeng with a slow but firm step: "I haven't heard the ancient vocabulary for a long time, but since
You also know this stuff..."
"The shield barrier before now has an explanation."
He pointed to the hole where several people had been rushed out before, and then made a strange gesture: "You seem to be very skilled in that defensive posture."
"Did the Heavenly Shield teach you this?"
"..."
Duan Qing bent his waist slightly, and Duan Qing, who had been standing at the forefront with his sword, finally showed a hint of fatigue. He squeezed the water that was still dripping from around his body, and the expression on his face changed.
Becoming as deep as the ocean: "Do you know Chen Tianfan?"
"Of course I... know him."
After looking around for a while at the white light that gradually turned into the dead players, Yinzhu reached out and grabbed Yuomeng's collar, then ignored the other party's screams and turned around and walked towards the distance of the snow-covered slope: "Or
Say... among us old players, which one doesn't know him?"
"Then you..." Duan Qing opened his mouth, and finally said his question: "What is your name?"
"my name……"
The figure gradually disappeared at the end of the snow-white slope. Yinzhu waved his hand without looking back: "We met by chance, so I won't introduce it to you. If you really want to know..."
"Then change the time and come to Wizard to find me."
boom--
Another magnificent scene of magic ice rising appeared on the other side of the depression. At the same time, there was a scream belonging to a certain magician before his death. Duan Qing, who was standing on the spot, then gave up his intention to stop the other party.
He left his hand with a helpless smile. He stood there and thought for a while, then looked at the smiling face of the maid player who returned to him and shook his head. Then he decided to give up thinking and started patrolling.
Looking around here: "...is it solved?"
"I'm sorry, it took a while." Ninglan's equally tired voice then sounded in his ears: "Ninglan can still continue fighting..."
"No need, let's hurry up and escape." Finally stopping in a certain direction, Duan Qing's eyes gradually solidified: "Most of the guys who returned to the city have reported our whereabouts, and there may be pursuers.
Will be there soon..."
"But...what should I do with Miss Xue Ling Huan Bing?"
They also found the last member of the team who was still alive, and the smiling voice of Enyu Ninglan also sounded at the right time: "It looks like..."
"She doesn't seem to want to leave yet."
Following the silent gaze of the two people, the scene of two players belonging to the Wings of Freedom confronting each other slowly appeared on the snowy slope at the edge of the depression. They were once the same team, but now they seemed to have been together for a long time.
The enemies' eyes looked at each other without any warmth as they should have been. The wind and snow that had been floating between heaven and earth seemed to slowly stop in the space between them, and the silence between the two people was so silent.
It lasted for such a long time, until the surrounding movements gradually disappeared with the end of the battle of others, and the voice belonging to Xueling Huanbing sounded for the first time: "Nan Xiaowu."
"...Sister Xue."
"I thought we would never meet again after the UEFA Cup final, but I didn't expect... that I would actually meet you again in this place."
The hands holding the hilt of the sword tightened slightly, and Xue Ling Huan Bing closed her eyes slightly: "Although this opportunity is rare, I will only ask you this question... once."
"Did you do it on purpose?"
She asked in an icy voice in the increasingly cold wind and snow.
This chapter has been completed!