Changle Town is just a small town in Qingzhou. Although there were several small gangs, they were all in peace. However, this balance did not last long, and Japanese players suddenly appeared on this land.
Killing, the blood of countless people flowed into this land and became the raw material for nourishing all things. These Japanese players have strange and cruel methods. Under the absolute force, all means of resistance are in vain.
When people get used to this kind of life, they will sink for a long time. They know that resistance is futile. Even if they ask the Tongtian Society in the south for help, they still can't find a solution. Instead, they are allowed to live in peace and tolerate a little bit.
Fortunately among the misfortunes, these Japanese players rarely come out to move around during the day. Instead, they become very active at night. Everyone they see is ambushed and killed. They have a notorious reputation in this coastal area.
When night fell, Ye Cheng walked on the trail, heading towards the gangster camp several miles away. The bright lights illuminated half of the sky, and the noisy shouts could even be heard.
"We are hunting outside Qingzhou City tonight. There is no money to be made here in Lechang Town. Almost no one comes out at night!"
"Yamamoto-kun is right. Qingzhou City is where we will make a fortune. We have to intercept and kill them before the Longshan Army. Otherwise, when they arrive, we will not be able to make a fortune!"
"Matsumoto, don't forget that the Miyamoto family is in charge of Qingzhou City. It seemed a bit rude for us to go there!"
"Shan Gang-kun, you are too cowardly. It is impossible for the Miyamoto family to coexist peacefully. Players from China will become hostile to us sooner or later. Even Xiaoxiang Yeyu will rebel against us sometimes. With the players from China,
There is only war, but no peace!”
"Huh? Who is the kid in front? He seems to be a Shenzhou player? He actually dares to come out so late. Even if he has no money, he just wants to try the sword. It is a first-class samurai sword in the Longshan Legion, but it cost me a lot of money.
Save up!”
"Savings? Your savings can only be obtained by killing more Chinese people!"
"Haha - Yamamoto-kun is right, Chinese players are our source of wealth!"
The oncoming small team of five slowly approached, and their ears were filled with the wild laughter of these Japanese players. It was obvious that they had regarded themselves as the target of the knife test. In their eyes, Ye Cheng was the lamb to be slaughtered.
They are like animals in a sheepfold, life and death are both under their control.
Ye Cheng walked forward calmly, a smile flashed across his lips, and said to himself: "Lamb? Are you really looking forward to it? I hope you are really hungry wolves, otherwise you will be the ones who get eaten!"
"Shuashuashua——"
The five Japanese players unsheathed their samurai swords and formed an encirclement while moving quickly, sealing Yecheng tightly. A joking smile appeared on their faces, and they sneered: "Boy, what's your name? As our leader today.
The first prey, I decided to let you die a happy death!"
"Yamamoto-kun, are you sometimes kind? I remember that the kid a few days ago had his limbs chopped off by you, and then ended his life with his wailing voice!"
"Perhaps Yamamoto-kun's kindness should be shown to everyone in the camp!"
"Ha ha????"
The unbridled laughter made Ye Cheng very uncomfortable. These people laughed so unbridled that they completely forgot where the land was under their feet. At this moment, he had a faint murderous intention in his heart and said slowly: "You are Japanese players.
?Is that the slang camp over there?”
"Boy, we are Fuso warriors. Our roots are where the sun rises, but we are about to take root here!"
Ye Cheng slowly shook his head and said: "This is always the Middle-earth China. You will never be able to take root. As for the sins you have committed, you will have to pay for them sooner or later!"
"Yamamoto-kun, why bother talking nonsense to this kid? Just kill him!"
A person behind Ye Cheng rushed forward impatiently. The slender samurai sword in his hand shot out of the air. The sharp blade burst out with an icy chill. He made a simple and capable diagonal slash without any sloppy taste. Dare to
As expected, there is no mediocre person among those who make a living by killing people in Middle-earth.
Ye Cheng shook his head gently, and activated the spiral energy. A few feet of land instantly became the center of a vortex, twisting and tearing continuously. Even his body was bent, and his figure became longer and longer, being stretched and kneaded like gluten.
, very weird.
The eyes of the Fuso warrior who took action flashed with horror. In his eyes, although Ye Cheng was still a few feet away in front of him, the sword in his hand could not hit him. That area became eternity.
Ye Cheng turned around, his movements were extremely fast, but gave people the illusion of being abnormally slow. However, this movement revealed a mysterious flavor, which seemed to be in line with the way of heaven.
As soon as he pointed out, Ye Cheng shook his head and said: "The blood of too many Middle-earth players has made me very unhappy. The chaotic world I want is not for you to cause chaos. I have to arrange this world!"
'Pfft--' The sound of strong energy tearing through flesh rang out. The Fuso Samurai couldn't hold back and took action. Under this finger, the sword energy was directly defeated, and the power of the rapidly rotating spiral broke through his body protection without mercy.
The strong energy tore up the arm inch by inch.
Clearly feeling that his body was being torn apart by the indestructible force, the Japanese player let out a miserable cry, but what was even more horrifying was that he didn't even have the strength to scream, and could only keep saying 'wuwu'.
The voice of compassion endured the pain of constant tearing of the body and great mental devastation.
The Japanese players fell limply to the ground, their flesh and blood were mangled, a large pool of blood gave off a strong fishy smell, and their low-level equipment was soaked in the blood, giving people a disgusting impulse.
With a random blow, one member was torn apart. The remaining four Japanese players also had a buzzing sound in their heads. An unprecedented sense of crisis came to their hearts. The kind of feeling when facing an extremely powerful master.
Fear occupies his heart, and he has no ability to resist or fight back, just like those Middle-earth players who were tortured and killed.
"Let's go, return to the camp immediately, all the masters will attack!"
The man known as Yamamoto-kun has some tricks up his sleeve, and he finally made the right choice at this moment.
Fleeing, the four of them turned into frightened birds, turned into four black shadows, and flew out in different directions. Only in this way could it be difficult for Ye Cheng, who was alone, to chase him down immediately, and it was also a good way to save his life.
Law.
Surrounding and killing when they are weak, and scattering when they are strong, can be regarded as gangster-like tactics.
Ye Cheng sneered disdainfully and sighed: "When you meet me, your luck is at an end!"
Four clones had already swept out, and the nine spiral shadows reached their peak at an extremely fast speed, dragging their long shadows into the grass. Then several screams were heard, and then there was no movement at all.
Looking at the human head brought back by the clone, Ye Cheng stepped heavily on his feet. Under the impact of the internal energy, the soft soil on the ground was turned up a few feet deep, covering the mass of rotten flesh and the human head. In addition to the blood in the air,
It feels a lot more refreshing.
As if he had done something trivial, Ye Cheng resumed his journey and headed towards the swindler camp, which was blazing with flames. He even had a little doubt in the hearts of these Fuso warriors. This level of strength was not enough to threaten the safety of the players in Middle-earth.
, after all, this is their home court, and it is not that easy to easily make them lose the confidence to resist.
Before the people arrived, the sounds of laughter, singing and dancing could be heard in the camp. Instead of the bloody killings, there was a peaceful and prosperous era of singing and dancing.
——This is the slang camp?
Ye Cheng walked slowly up a hill on the west side of the Lang camp. The distance of more than thirty feet allowed him to easily see the scene in the Lang camp. He didn't know whether it was because the people from Qingzhou were being killed.
Still too confident, he didn't even arrange basic sentinels.
Isn't this so-called slut camp just a simple town? It's wrapped with a curtain outside, drawing a circle covering an area of nearly several hundred feet. There are densely built simple arbors and thatched huts in the curtain.
It's a place of refuge.
In the bustling crowd, some are players, and some are system characters. Some are doing business, some are looking for flowers, and those women in scantily clad clothes are twisting their bodies hard. As long as they catch up with a strong person, they can be defeated.
Life has been better for a while.
"It really smells like decay!"
Looking around the crowd, he was surprised to find one person. Although he had changed his attire, he still couldn't hide it from Ye Cheng.
The woman who was indignantly disdainful of the Wuyue Sword Sect in Tingshan Town was now mixed in with the group of singers. Her long skirt barely covered the sensitive area. As she twisted, it kept flying, and it disappeared and appeared.
The secret place makes people's blood boil, their imaginations wander, and they can't help but want to get closer to the past and have a glimpse of its mysteries.
"Interesting, I didn't expect to meet her here. Could it be that she is also a Japanese player? Probably not. That calm demeanor and disdain for people are definitely not as simple as a Japanese singer!"
After walking down the hill for a while, Ye Cheng wanted to see what this woman was playing with. Anyway, the long night was enough for Ye Cheng to pass the time. Although the gangster camp was not small, with thousands of people in it, without the innate six
It is not difficult for masters who are above level 1 to massacre.
Perhaps, this should be regarded as a good show before the killing, and also as a pastime to make yourself more relaxed.
In the jungle outside the curtain, pairs of men and women were living happily, moaning with joy from time to time. There was only the constant desire to vent in their minds, but they did not notice the shadow behind them at all. At the peak of joy, the shadow between their necks
The red blood spurted out, dyeing the woman beneath him like a bright red flower.
The woman, who was not aware of the abnormality at all, was still immersed in her own world. Only after her blood cooled down, she screamed in terror, but this voice seemed so weak under the joyful singing and laughter inside the curtain.
Ye Cheng, who was wearing a Japanese player's costume, walked calmly into the curtain. The long samurai sword on his waist showed his identity. He slowly passed through the crowd and moved towards the woman. His ears were filled with the sound of the rather charming voice.
The rhythm of music.
The bonfire was burning, and the dead branches and broken wood made crackling sounds under the burning flames. The eager and cheerful Japanese players did not feel the slightest bit of coldness when walking among the crowd, and they still kept laughing and enjoying the last moment of the noise.
