"...The situation is developing in an adverse direction."
At the same moment, on the side of Huawu Street at the top of Fenghua Town, several black figures stood or crouched while looking at the bottom of the mountain road on the edge of the street and talking to each other in a low voice - which was different from the fierce fighting situation in the town at the foot of the mountain.
At this time, Huawu Street has returned to calm as the commotion subsided, so the unusual movements on the mountain road and the fighting atmosphere that broke out before have become the best bait to attract people: "Have they not succeeded yet?
"
"We haven't contacted you yet." Another black figure standing beside him replied in a low voice: "It must be because the battle is fierce, so there is no time."
"Once the people from the Mages Council gain a foothold here, they will discover our plan sooner or later." The black shadow who spoke at the beginning said in a low voice: "The players do not have the strength to detect this situation yet, but those who have a large number of
This is not necessarily the case for magicians with magical energy..."
"And those Destiny Weavers." Another player squatting in the corner replied in a low voice: "Although we have notified the people in the Magic Empire and asked them to be responsible for containing these troublesome guys, there is still no news yet.
The effect cannot be confirmed... huh?"
"What is that?" He pointed to the far end of the mountain road below, the end of the corner within the sight of several people: "Is it...a carriage?"
"It seems to be a human-powered carriage." The player in black standing in the center looked solemnly: "It looks like... it came up from the foot of the mountain."
"Being able to break through Teresa's defense... these guys should be extraordinary." The teammates who also cast their sights then said in a deep voice: "Should we inform those people and let them stretch their hands and feet?"
"Lotu is flexing his hands and feet now. Others have other things to do."
Slowly stood up, and the figures of several people began to move back following the voice of the black shadow in the center: "If it's not too much trouble..."
"We just have to find a way to deal with it."
The rapidly moving footsteps and the passing bushes intertwined together to create a rustling sound in the night sky. Finally, the tracks drawn by the black shadows were covered up in the bushes on the roadside, creating a jingling and messy sound.
Then the movement here was covered up, and a car that was driving crookedly appeared at the end of the mountain road below the slope. Duan Qing, who was responsible for pulling the car, exhausted his last bit of strength and lay down panting.
Between the stone slabs stirred up by the aftermath of the battle, Kidd, who was sweating profusely next to him, pointed at himself and laughed, waving his hands to several companions around him: "And... how far is it?
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"If it doesn't work, just tell me earlier, uncle, no one will think you are being pushy." Mengzhu, who was squatting aside, poked the other person's back with a look of helplessness: "We can help you pull it together."
"Yes, uncle, there are a few of us." Xiao Hongchen, who had been guarding the team on the left and right, also came over: "Speaking of which, why are you so persistent in pulling this car? Can't we just rush up?"
"You can also rush up directly, but it will be a bit dangerous."
As if he had relaxed his breath, Duan Qing's voice then sounded from his position lying on the ground: "If my feeling is not wrong..."
"The next battle should become more difficult."
Swish——
As his words fell, a sword blade with a screaming sound appeared in front of the team. The gloomy sword energy then broke through the shackles of darkness and drew in the direction of Duan Qing, because he was alert.
The evil young man from Jiecheng raised his two swords and then raised the loud sound of metal collision into the air, barely blocking the sneak attack from an unknown place. However, the figure belonging to the secret language Ninglan disappeared in the next moment.
The dagger in his hand signaled the official start of the encounter: "...there are five enemies, sir."
"Everyone is in position, ready to fight!" Mengzhu, who pulled out his dagger, pointed to the left and right sides of the team and shouted softly: "Joint defense formation! Protect the carriage and the magician!"
"There are two people in the garden, and they want to get behind us!" Qianzhihe, who was holding the red lotus staff, then pointed the red crystal gem on the staff to the ramp the team had just passed, but his steps gradually moved slowly.
He leaned close to Duan Qing: "Brother Qingshan, get up quickly!"
"Don't worry about me, I'm just recovering my exhausted character's physical strength." Amidst the sound of breaking through the air gradually, the figure belonging to Duan Qing also disappeared in place as he propped up his limbs: "And...
"
"It shouldn't be these guys."
With a puzzling word out of his mouth, Duan Qing, who appeared at the corner of the street, suddenly cut off his dagger, and then saw an enemy hidden in the darkness being knocked away by the sword.
Taking two steps to the back of the street, two other surprised eyes reflected in the darkness of that place then appeared in front of Duan Qing. They seemed to be a little surprised that the other party could find his location in this way.
Duan Qing, who was holding a sword in his hand, ignored the other party's reaction, and then gently handed the sword to the other party's chest: "The one who attacked me just now..."
"It should be you, right?"
"...Moshang Qingshan."
The sparks caused by the clash of metals illuminated the dark alley for a moment, and then quickly extinguished. The man in black holding the sword finally stopped the light sound by retreating.
The sword exerted great force on his body, and at the same time, he softly read out the name in front of his eyes: "It's actually you."
"Do you know me?" Duan Qing also saw the other person's name in the flash of light, and there was a little doubt in Duan Qing's voice when he pounced again: "You...which guild are you from?"
"...Knights Templar."
Faintly speaking a familiar name, the player named Evil Iron Fist slowly propped up his long sword: "Since you are here too..."
"It seems that this matter cannot end easily."
boom!
A heavy sword that was completely inconsistent with expectations then appeared in front of Duan Qing, and it collided hard with his subsequent parrying movements. The sword energy gathered on the blades of the two swords also
With this fierce collision, it rose into the sky, carrying the surrounding snow that had not yet melted, and filled it towards the far side of the alley. Duan Qing, whose cheeks were sunken by the violent jet of air, then felt a little sad.
The slight sword marks were left, and the opponent was finally blown to both sides by the violent sword energy. He used a few rolls to remove the evil iron fist that was impacting his body, but he pushed the ground hard, turned around and disappeared behind the corner of the alleyway in the distance: "Withdraw."
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"Wait! You..."
Feeling the trembling feeling coming from his hands, Duan Qing stood up with the same rolling movement and shouted loudly forward. However, the long distance did not hinder the opponent's escape. He only caught up to half a minute at the end of the corner.
The flitting black shadow seemed to have also received the order to retreat. Several other men in black who were entangled with other members of the Fool Adventure Group on the street battlefield behind Duan Qing also jumped quickly in their respective directions.
Opening, the extremely fast speed and the darkness of the night also became their assistance, and they quickly disappeared on the streets of Huawu Street: "Hey, hey! They are all running away..."
"They are not ordinary players."
When the surroundings became silent again, Duan Qing, who was holding a dagger, then walked out of the alley he had broken into with a heavy look on his face. Then, with the equally surprised eyes of the other companions, he shook his numb right hand.
: "Strange, why can they..."
"What's wrong? What went wrong?" Mengzhu, who had not recovered from the sudden battle just now and had two sword marks on his body, then retreated back to Duan Qing: "Who are they?
"
"The situation is indeed very bad." Without answering the other party's question, Duan Qing then whispered this sentence as if to confirm himself: "If they are all here, it means..."
boom!
A loud explosion then appeared in the right front of Duan Qing and others, in the direction of the town hall of Fenghua Town. Two figures who were fighting also collided with another strong airflow and followed the alley there.
The other side of the street he faced flew out, and the afterimages of the exchange of fists, feet and swords then appeared in the middle of the street paved with bluestone floors, clearing away the surrounding snow, large or small.
The strong wind also spurted towards the sky above the street again and again as the two sides continued to fight: "...who are you?"
"It seems that you still don't have enough understanding of the power that this body of yours can exert..."
Turning around, he struck a white trail. The man wielding the sword took this sentence as his answer. The white mark originally composed of sword energy did not fly out with his sword movement, but
It was stagnant in the cold night sky, as if it had already witnessed the miraculous scene. The boxer on the opposite side also stopped the fist that was about to collide with the sword mark in the air, and even more
However, as the swordsman swung his sword again and again, many white arcs appeared around the boxer like strokes: "Dimensional Sword Formation——"
"Rakshasa's angry eyebrows!"
boom!
In the scene where the white sword marks all shrank towards the center, the boxer surrounded by it turned around and threw out a large air wall composed of fists. Then, as a result of the strong energy, they suddenly collided with each other.
The explosions flew into the sky together: "Such a beautiful sword eyebrow... you can actually use the Yi Sword?"
"Duan Shanhe of Jianghu, the three brothers of Jianghu Long Family." The swordsman standing proudly in the middle of Huawu Street with his sword stopped replied in a low voice: "We have also investigated you to some extent. For a person who has realized the Yijian on his own,
People...we should also have enough respect."
"Such respect... Humph!" Shaking his arms, the boxer named Duan Shanhe seemed not to care at all about the scars on his body: "Being evaluated by an unknown person... What kind of retaliation should I give you?
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"Everyone, treat each other. After all, we didn't invite you people from the world." The swordsman dragging his long sword took two steps forward, and at the same time, his blue shirt was reflected in the magic lights on both sides of the street:
"If my understanding is correct..."
"We always call a person who comes uninvited a 'thief', right?"
The two fists hanging by his side clenched slightly, and short-haired Duan Shanhe's originally gloomy expression became even more livid, and the aura surrounding him also changed as he retreated.
The posture began to rise, and finally turned into a rushing air current that was enough to push everything away. Facing all this, the swordsman in blue sneered, and the original movement of holding the long sword also pointed forward in the distance, and then
When another figure slowly appeared behind the boxer, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "...Humph, hehehe, hahahaha! Very good!"
"Another rare guest." He looked at Duan Qing and stretched out his hand to stop his teammates from following him, and slapped him loudly a few times: "Are you here uninvited too?"
"...How did you run up here?"
As if he didn't want to pay attention to the opponent at all, Duan Qing walked forward and patted the shoulder of the boxer whose momentum had become weaker: "Did you climb up from the cliff behind?"
"... When the convoy was making a big fuss below, I was one of the assault members." Duan Shanhe, who put away his posture, turned to look at Duan Qing's face, and then curled his lips and replied: "Later, I took advantage of the opportunity.
They didn't pay attention and just slipped up quietly."
"Then you met this guy?" Duan Qing pointed to the swordsman named Luo Tu opposite him: "You were almost beaten into a sieve?"
"Which of your eyes saw me being beaten into a sieve?" Duan Shanhe rolled his eyes at his opponent: "Our battle has just begun, and we haven't even started the second round yet!"
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to bother with these details with you." Duan Qing waved his hand helplessly, and then stood side by side with the other party: "I said...do you have anything else important?
?”
"...Of course, otherwise why do you think I came up here?"
"Then... let me deal with this guy?"
"...Why, you still have some accounts to settle between you? Sorry, we started this fight first, and everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis..."
In front of the dimly lit Huawu Street, a man holding a black dagger started to argue with a boxer on the other side. The pushing and shoving movements were like a farce in a market alley, becoming more and more intense as the language and movements gradually escalated.
The battle became more intense, and the battle that was originally shocking was temporarily put aside due to Duan Qing's thrust. At the same time, Luo Tu's lonely figure was put aside. His face was covered with black lines just now.
He wanted to speak, but a hidden blade crossed the shackles of space and came to his vest in an instant.
"Do it!"
This chapter has been completed!