The surrounding scenes passed by quickly in the corner of his eyes. Duan Qing stretched his limbs as hard as he could, and then after a period of vertical fall, he fell heavily to the ground. The unavoidable acceleration made him strong in the virtual world.
His body received a strong shock, and he stood up staggeringly after a while. The scarred figure and the huge vibration caused before attracted enough attention, and countless hostile players appeared following the sound.
His eyes came over and said: "There is someone here!"
"He is not from our guild, he is from the coalition army!"
"Intruder! Intruder!"
"Which guild do you belong to? Please tell me...ahhhhhhh!"
The sudden rise of sword shadows and fierce shouts accompanied the shouts of the players in the endless darkness at the foot of the mountain, reflecting the surrounding torches and lights that were gradually approaching. The group of players surrounding Duan Qing were also killed.
A large gap was opened, and the blood splashed out by countless players when they fell. Relying on his familiarity with Fenghua Town, Duan Qing, who ran out, then began to jump down the zigzag mountain road.
The forcibly raised will also dragged the already exhausted body, and kept fighting with the players surrounded by the outside world: "Alas..."
"Why does this happen every time?"
"Are you used to being chased?"
Pushing aside the heavy figures in front, a deep voice then appeared in Duan Qing's ears, and the black sword shadow accompanying it suddenly moved towards Duan Qing's chest with the appearance of a swordsman in black:
"Looking back now...it seems that you have been chased and beaten during that period of time."
"……It's you?"
Just as he had dealt with the siege before, he dodged the attack in front of him. Duan Qing's surprised voice then swept away with Liandian's toes: "Why are you here... Well, it turns out you joined the Restorationists?"
"It's my freedom which side I join."
Shaking the whip-like chain sword in his hand, Qingtian's voice carried a gloomy tone: "On the other hand... you don't seem to have changed much, you are still staying in that small guild in the principality...
"
"Small guild?"
He raised his eyebrows helplessly, and Duan Qing, who had already moved away, turned his hand to block the swords and guns beside him with his sword: "You... seem to have ignored the recent reputation of the Fool Adventure Group?"
"...I see, are you also a member of that adventure group?"
Reaching out and stroking the edge of his sword, Qingtian began to quickly approach Duan Qing's direction: "To appear in such a place at such a time... You really live up to your name, guys from the Fool's Adventure Group."
"If I didn't have much time now, I would definitely teach you a lesson." Duan Qing's voice then sounded after the symphony of the crowd's shouts and the constant collision of swords: "The last time we were in Fars... the relationship between us
It seems that the duel hasn’t ended yet, right?”
"It's still too late to fight now."
The chain sword in his hand drew a black arc in the air, and then unfolded into a black sword whip. The blade with a screaming sound then passed over the heads of countless players, and whipped towards Duan Qing's position in the distance.
Passed by: "Just treat it as..."
"Let's make peace between us."
clang!
In the scene where countless sword shadows intertwined, the black whip sword and the black dagger met in the air for a moment, and then with Duan Qing's flying movement, they merged into the exclamations of the besieging players, rolling and falling to the ground.
Duan Qing in front then struggled to deflect several arrows shot from a distance, but his running movement finally stopped. He looked at the swordsman mixed in the crowd who had just withdrawn his whip shadow,
He showed a slight smile of interest: "Whip sword? Such a rare weapon..."
"I just gained some insights after watching the League Cup." Qingtian, who was obscured by many figures, raised his head and gestured to the weapon in his hand: "And...it is more in line with my name of Variety Star Lord."
"Stop using all kinds of weapons and switch to transforming weapons?" Duan Qing sighed helplessly: "Times have changed, and even guys like you have learned to be lazy..."
"This is called advancing with the times."
Shaking his wrist vigorously, Qingtian once again chased in the direction of Duan Qing who started to turn around and run: "Otherwise..."
"Guys like us will never be able to catch up with people like you in this life."
The sharp sound echoed in the dark night sky accompanied by the sword whip tips that kept passing through the air. Together with the two figures gradually approaching each other, they extended forward along the mountain road, and then destroyed the stone pillars and stone pillars along the way.
After the barrier, they all turned the next corner. The bluestone slabs and granite cliffs along the way also drew obvious sword marks with the constant collision between the two people. The huge fighting range also expanded the original
The players who were chasing and intercepting him had no choice but to retreat a little. They looked at the figure of the black-clothed swordsman who was fighting equally with Duan Qing, and their hesitant steps finally stopped in the layers of tracks drawn by the whip sword.
Outside: "...Archers, magicians are ready!"
"Stop him!"
boom!
In the grand scene where the flying arrows and fireballs intertwined, a wall of earth condensed in the air barely blocked the edge of their target, and then in the chaotic explosion, the silhouette of someone who jumped out changed.
It turned into stone debris all over the sky. Duan Qing's body, which was brought out by the impact, was wrapped in thick black smoke and fell towards the other end of the mountain road like a kite with broken strings. He stretched out his arms to cover the rolling dust.
Qingtian frowned slightly, then dragged his long sword and rushed into the embers that had not yet dissipated: "You won't... just run away, will you?"
"Ahem, cough, cough... we agreed to fight one on one!" Duan Qing, who climbed up on the other side of the thick smoke, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then waved his dagger and cursed: "The duel we are going to continue is one-on-one!
What kind of hero do you think you are if you ask so many people to help you?"
"...I am just a small soldier now. I can't command these people."
Using the blade that had returned to the shape of an ordinary long sword, he exchanged moves with the opponent. Qingtian's voice also revealed a hint of helplessness: "I tried my best to drive them away just now. I can do it..."
There are only so many.”
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless."
Duan Qing, who raised his sword as if to demonstrate, jumped back and faced off with the large number of chasing players led by Qingtian for a moment, then decisively turned around and started running towards the foot of the mountain again: "Here comes someone.
Where! Help!"
"Damn it, do you have any dignity as a man..."
His expression froze in mid-air. Qingtian, who was stunned for a moment with the players behind him, couldn't help but spit out these words. Then, together with the raised sword, he started a new round of dive along the mountain road again.
The smoke and dust were then raised on the mountain road, showing a person and a group of people chasing each other on the slope of the mountain road. The greetings between each other were also followed by long-range attacks.
, passing back and forth in the air on this slope: "Don't run away if you can!"
"Don't chase me if you can!"
"You can't run away! We are all down here too!"
"Stop talking nonsense! The legs are on labor and management, and labor and management can run wherever they want..."
boom!
The roar caused by the huge explosion then appeared between the two disparate groups of people. At the same time, the debris destroyed by various battle aftermaths was blown into pieces that filled the sky. The high-temperature flames then exploded.
It did not disappear due to the appearance of this explosion, and soared towards the sky above Fenghua Town. Duan Qing, who was blown away again by the previous air wave, then fell heavily to the house next to the mountain road. It took a long time to get out of the house.
Climbing up from the rubble on the roof, he looked at the source of the explosion and the wall of fire. His originally depressed expression suddenly relaxed: "You... how did you show up?"
"Uncle, you still have the nerve to say it!"
Still looking that charming, Mengzhu stood on the other wall with her arms akimbo and shouted loudly: "We have been waiting for you in the camp for so long! But you came here alone again!"
"Hey, I must clarify this point." Duan Qing, who was covering his shoulders, immediately shook his head like a rattle: "The explosion on the top of the mountain has nothing to do with me. It was because they suddenly had a nervous attack and wanted to explode.
My own people..."
"What's the use of talking about this now? All the coalition forces are already here!" The little girl's voice was conveyed over the chaotic battlefield, and at the same time, there was the scene of her rapidly moving figure disappearing from the spot.
: "And all the players here..."
"Everyone is behind us!"
Following the direction pointed by her hurried finger, Duan Qing took in his eyes the light and fire that had spread across the snowfield before. The scene he had seen on the top of the mountain had now gradually enlarged and appeared at the same time.
There were also clearer and clearer shouts of killing. Countless flags representing player guilds also followed the blazing fire, one after another, along the edge of the city wall at the foot of Fenghua Town Mountain, and then retreated into the city.
The players who received the notice and the black magicians representing the restorationists began their respective battles in an orderly manner.
"What are you looking at! Why don't you run away quickly!"
Mengzhu's shout came to his ears, Duan Qing then withdrew his gaze, and then put the familiar figure with sweat and the girl's unique breathing into his line of sight: "
Are you injured? Do you want me to bandage you first?"
"Do you think I look like I'm okay now?"
Looking at the other members of the Fool's Adventure Group who were following behind Mengzhu, who were already entangled with other players, Duan Qing shook his head and let out a bitter smile: "And... you guys who have families to take care of.
I also brought so many ardent fans, so how can I have time to rest?"
"Oh, don't worry about so much. It's already good that we can break in." He waved his hands as if giving up on himself, and then Mengzhu's eyes fell on the high wall of flames in front of Duan Qing that still didn't stop burning.
: "We saved your life, but you haven't even said a word of thanks yet..."
"That's right. Aren't we in the same group?" Duan Qing's voice sounded from behind Mengzhu: "And..."
"You guys showing up here in such a hurry will only cause me more trouble."
Turning around to block the unresponsive little girl behind him, Duan Qing suddenly took out his large shield, and then blocked the large range of long-range attacks from countless players coming from the foot of the mountain.
Behind the arc-shaped light shield, the players who realized that these attacks had no effect also put down their staffs and began to charge towards the position where Duan Qing and Mengzhu were. The sound of fighting followed.
The figures of Xiao Hongchen and Jie Cheng Bad Young Master, flashing back and forth, appeared at the end of the mountain road below the slope: "Grandsons! Your grandpa is here!"
"I've been beating you for a long time and you haven't touched a single hair on my head. I doubt your status among the Restorationists...are you temporary workers hired at short notice?"
"The scattered hair on the ground reminds me of the grass-cutting game in the rumors... Hey, do you want to have a try?"
"Competing with who has more heads? It sounds very attractive..."
"……hateful!"
Harassment actions that were completely inconsistent with the superficial shouting appeared one after another around the corner, in the streets and alleys on both sides of the mountain road, and a player who seemed to be a leader among the crowd coming from below then let out an indescribable cry.
He yelled in annoyance and waved his hands towards both sides of the team: "Don't worry about those two little bugs, deal with the magician first!"
"No, Captain! We, we can't beat that guy!"
"That guy? Who is that guy?"
"She is, she is... Her speed is too fast, we can't see her clearly..."
Amid the screams that continued in the distance, the captain looked in the direction pointed by his men. A shadow with two cold lights was spinning continuously on top of the house there, and finally approached the red-haired and white-robed man.
The magician stopped beside him: "It's very dangerous here, Miss Qian Zhihe, should you retreat temporarily..."
"I do not want."
What answered the code word Ninglan was Qianzhihe's slight shaking of his head, and her firm tone: "I want to block them for Brother Qingshan."
"...Ninglan is very grateful to the lady for thinking about her husband." The dagger in her hand rotated twice slightly, and Ninglan's figure disappeared into the air again: "But... Ninglan still thinks that you don't have to do this.
To such an extent.”
"No, I'll deal with them."
Looking at the familiar black-clothed swordsman among the figures gradually emerging from behind the wall of fire, Qianzhihe bit his lip hard: "I didn't stop the fight between them at that time..."
"This time... I will definitely be able to do it."
She danced her staff, recited a new spell again, and then spread the brilliant flames symbolizing the color of the red lotus in front of the large crowd above the slope.
This chapter has been completed!