Jiuzhangyuan, on top of a green mountain peak, sat a misty figure. She was obviously in a game, but she was wearing a jk skirt. She looked youthful and lively, and her face was extremely delicate, as if she would never grow old.
In the game "Tianxia", there are not many players who can come and go without a trace and are not bound by the rules.
Fei'er, a well-known official reporter of "Tianxia", in her own words, is a real war reporter.
At this moment, Fei'er is conducting a live broadcast with more than 40 million viewers. The live broadcast screen is the scene of the expeditionary force's Northern Expedition. Two hours ago, Fei'er was still beaming, talking about the formation of Xinghe, Canglong and other guilds.
The formation was quite scientific and reasonable, but now... she no longer wanted to explain it. In the sky, the figures of the great demons criss-crossed, throwing spells like nuclear bombs in the crowd of players, blowing up a group of players to pieces.
"Dear viewers."
The corner of Fei'er's mouth twitched and said: "Fu Sheng, a master of the thirteenth realm of the demon clan, summoned a forbidden barrier, trapping all our 200,000 expeditionary troops in the north of Jiuzhangyuan. Well... Su Xinghe was
The great demon Nan Qingfeng of the 13th realm was hacked to death, and a necklace seemed to explode. It’s a pity that the Sword Emperor was hacked to death by Long Zheng, the great demon of the 12th realm. In fact, Long Zheng’s suit is really good-looking.
, I don’t know if any water friends have the link, you can chat with me privately, wow... The leader of the Cold City Alliance, Yan Yuhan, was besieged by two twelve realms and died in an instant! What a pity..."
She curled her lips and said: "Everyone in the audience, if we continue to follow the current trend, we feel that our expedition has failed. How about I sing a song for everyone next? I sang it! Don't ask anymore, think
If you want the answer, just go and see, those lonely people, do they still go home at night? Those souls have nowhere to rest, wandering to the end of the world..."
After singing for a while, she started to perform talents on the mountain peak, dance and so on.
Anyway, the battlefield of the expeditionary force was really unbearable, it was just a massacre.
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In the golden bamboo slips that reach the sky, countless players were slaughtered, and there was no chance to return to the city, because just after Fu Sheng offered the ban on the bamboo slips, all players' return scrolls showed a large prohibition pattern, which had been
It is forbidden to use it. It is precisely because of this that Yi Sheng Liang was hacked to death by Nan Qingfeng with a sword. He didn't even have the ability to be invincible. If he opened it, he would be easily hit by one more sword. Such a simple account would still be settled by Yi Sheng Liang.
From the beginning to the end of the battle, it took three hours.
Lin Zhao also sat on the cliff of Beishan and watched for three hours. Although the distance was far away, he could still vaguely see how the player's army was being eaten one by one.
In the wind, Fu Sheng smiled slightly, raised his hand and put a bamboo slip of his destiny into his sleeve. The result of this battle made him quite satisfied. This is the performance that the demon clan should have, and the moment he put away the bamboo slip.
, there are still hundreds of expeditionary force players remaining in the gaps on the map, galloping southward on horseback, escaping desperately.
Although Fu Sheng was dressed in a scholar's shirt and had the aura of a scholar, his murderous intent was very strong. He jumped up, step by step, and each step trampled multiple players into wisps of white light. After a few steps, Fu Sheng had passed
We went to Jiuzhangyuan and confirmed that all the 200,000 players in the expeditionary force were really killed, not a single one was left.
His eyes fell on the snow-covered Tianchi.
"Whoosh!"
Lin Zhao stood up, raised his hand and pulled out the Thunder Sword, looked in the direction of Fu Sheng, and raised his eyebrows.
He is provoking.
Fu Sheng smiled slightly. I suffered a big loss last time. Will I step into the snow-covered Tianchi so easily this time? After all, Lin Xingchu and Lin Wanhua only need to fly from Xijianjiang and Fusu Great Wall to the snow-covered Tianchi.
It's just a matter of counting breaths, it doesn't take much effort, and what Fu Sheng fears the most is naturally Lin Zhao. He dares to challenge himself, which shows that he has confidence. As for what confidence he has, it's hard to say. Fu Sheng has read all over the human race.
I read the book of sages because I wanted to learn how to be a good person, but I didn’t want to learn the conspiracy and tricks of that kid.
"Hmph~~"
Fu Sheng smiled slightly, turned around and left.
In the wind, the great demons from the two military tents of the demon tribe appeared in the sky one by one. Nan Qingfeng, Long Zheng, Fengquan, Wu Li, Lu Xiuyuan and other great demons from the five realms were all there, with cold eyes.
Looking at the snow-covered Tianchi, everyone has a thought in their mind, wishing to step on the snow-covered Tianchi immediately, but they are also wary of the person behind that kid.
One Lin Xingchu and the other Lin Wanhua, these are the strong reinforcements of Snowland Tianchi on paper, but what really makes many great demons fear are the other two taboo-level existences. One is Lin Zhao's third senior brother, Soldier Saint Ding Muchen,
Even in the world of the demon clan, there is a prophecy about the Soldier Saint Ding Muchen, "Half life has been wandering, but a fairy sword will be sent to the world." After the demon ancestor was cut down by a sword, all the monks in the demon clan knew it.
How powerful that warrior saint is. Sending a fairy sword to the world sounds beautiful and romantic, but the feeling of having the fairy sword slashed on one's forehead may not be that good.
Another taboo is the woman in white who can help Lin Zhao kill Bai Lan, the peak sword cultivator of the Thirteenth Realm with one sword. According to the intelligence from the Demon Clan Ancestral Mountain, the origin of that woman is very mysterious, and even the Demon Ancestor cannot fully understand it.
It may be said that it is a white dragon sword spirit sealed in the Dragon Slaying Sword, but it is not like it at all, because the dragon aura that the Demon Ancestor felt from the woman is not strong. It must be something else, just a wisp of residual
The power of the soul can strike a sword that is better than the fifteenth level. It is too exaggerated. In short, from the perspective of the Yaoshan Ancestral Mountain, this woman had better exhaust her soul power and die completely, otherwise she will still be a big trouble.
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What made the demon tribe gnash their teeth with hatred was that after the boy's Bingjie reincarnation, he immediately carried an ancient sword wrapped in cloth. No one knew whether it was a real dragon-slaying sword, let alone a dragon-slaying sword.
Whether there is still Sister Bai living in the sword, but as long as Lin Zhao is carrying this sword, the demon clan must be afraid.
A snow-covered Tianchi, with a Lower Fifth Realm sword cultivator standing here, is enough to make a group of upper Fifth Realm masters of the demon race want to advance and be afraid of defeat. After all, even Bai Lan died back then, and he was completely dead.
The top master of the demon clan under the demon ancestor, who dares to say that he is on an equal footing with Bai Lan in the Thirteenth Realm today? Fu Sheng, Nan Qingfeng, Ning Shengyuan, these people probably don't have that confidence.
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A group of big demons turned around and returned to Panyun Mountain.
Lin Zhao also returned to the camp with Zhizhi and Muxian. It was time to have breakfast.
Draw the talisman first, and then log out after exhausting your energy.
It's half past eight in the morning.
Upstairs, four beauties, Shen Xingchen, Chen Xue, Luo Man, and Mo Chenxue, came downstairs one after another. Ding Chi and Zhang Jun played table tennis in the activity room for a while, while Lin Zhao did not participate because he had too little sleep and went directly to everyone.
Let's have breakfast together. Half of the breakfast is made and half is bought. The Scarlet Moon Knights are now guarding an S-level gemstone mine, and the revenue is constant every day. Apart from the expansion of revenue signing fees, there is still a lot of surplus. It's true.
The money has already begun to run out.
Started eating, what he ate was Lin Zhao's favorite breakfast, a bowl of spicy soup, two fried dough sticks, and a piece of sesame seed cake. While he was eating the delicious food, Shen Xingchen on the side had already created a hologram from his mobile phone.
A video of the battle in the north of Jiuzhangyuan was projected, and he said: "I didn't expect that the sky would change as soon as I woke up."
Chen Xuedao: "I haven't paid attention yet to the results of the expeditionary force. Did they destroy two military tents?"
"No."
Lin Zhao knew it best and said: "We were ambushed by the demon clan and the whole army was wiped out."
"..."
Chen Xue was speechless.
Shen Xingchen said: "The money invested by the demon clan this time is really too big. There are two thirteenth realms, four twelve realms, plus ten eleventh realms, a total of 16 upper five realms lurking in the two military tents.
Military strength, what is this concept?”
Lin Zhaodao: "About... less than half of the Demon Clan's ancestral mountain has been used."
"Tsk, tsk."
Ding Chi said: "Then I really feel a little sorry for Su Xinghe."
Shen Xingchen glanced at Lin Zhao: "Have you been watching the whole battle?"
"almost."
Lin Zhao smiled: "What I saw in the Snowy Tianchi was not very clear, but the situation on the battlefield was clear. Speaking of which, the layout of the demon clan was actually prepared for me. They must have been grudges after they suffered a loss last time.
I wanted to regain my position, so I garrisoned Panyun Mountain and left 100,000 troops stationed at the foot of the mountain as bait. What a pity, how could I be fooled by such an obvious layout, but the expeditionary force fell headlong into it."
"It's too awful……"
Shen Xingchen Li Guo smiled slightly: "The final battle report said that the entire expeditionary force of 200,000 was wiped out, while the demon tribe only lost less than 50,000 troops. Tsk tsk, this record is simply inferior to that of Wuhou Yue Hao."
Chen Xue smiled and said: "Xingchen, after you are gone from Xinghe, Su Xinghe seems to be in chaos."
"It's too eager for quick success."
Shen Xingchen said: "After the launch of the "World" server, the early development of Galaxy was so smooth. Many small and medium-sized guilds were destroyed in the novice villages and county towns, and all the elites among them were sucked away. Until the opening of the prefectural city,
Xinghe's total number of people has exceeded 40,000, and the total combat effectiveness ranks first in the national server. Su Xinghe is also very ambitious. Just imagine, what if everything goes well? With the 200,000 expeditionary force destroying two demon clan tents, Xinghe may be in the national server.
It’s really at its peak, which guild in China dares to be on an equal footing with Xinghe?”
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded, deeply convinced.
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Eat and drink enough and go online.
It was afternoon in the game. Lin Zhao rode out of the camp with a long sword in hand. He looked at the direction of the North Territory. It seemed that he couldn't go on like this any longer. He went down the mountain to practice and hit the 100 level mark. Once he hit level 100, he would be ready.
The Swordsman has achieved his second level, and he can also awaken the tip of the Khan Ox Sword given by Mr. Qin. For Lin Zhao, these are the most important things at the moment.
Xiang Ji is training troops and no longer assigns missions. There is no other way. He has to grind out these two levels.
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From the south of Jiuzhangyuan, a middle-aged man in black robes came. He was a ghost monk, known as a ghost herder. He was followed by groups of ghouls, earth-fire ghost soldiers, giant-mouth ghost soldiers, etc.
