Ye Cheng's indifferent eyes were so cold that even he himself felt abnormal. It seemed that all of this had nothing to do with him, even the countless lives buried deep in the ruins should be.
He raised his right hand and slowly held it, leaving only one index finger. The black air around him quickly gathered towards his fingertips. Suddenly, the black air permeating Qingzhou City receded, leaving only those ink-like fingers, pitch black.
The color has become the most brilliant thing under the night sky.
"The finger of Maha is said to be a secret skill that can make people fall into hell. I thought I could learn the essence of it before, but today it seems like it is just a joke. Only those who have entered hell know what it looks like. This finger
, is hell!”
Ye Cheng, who muttered, slowly pointed out his fingers. There were no gorgeous colors, no majestic power of heaven, only a taste of indifference like water. And it was with the appearance of this finger that the floating huge body actually appeared.
With a slight change, he pointed a finger like Ye Cheng.
A trace of ripples appeared in the calm space, and the waves that spread out like water ripples were so quiet that it made people seem to be beside a lake in the breeze, enjoying the breeze blowing on their faces.
Miyamoto Sakura's pupils were shrinking, but she saw a terrifying side. As the ripples spread, all the rubble and ruins they touched turned into powder under the strange fluctuations, and were annihilated and collapsed.
Frightened, I once again felt a sense of crisis that I had never experienced before since entering the ranks of super masters. Even though Ye Cheng could defeat her before, it was almost impossible to kill her. After all, for a master of this level, unless he wanted to
She had to fight to the death, otherwise it would be too easy to escape, unless the opponent had a more powerful way to restrict her movement.
But it was different at this time. Miyamoto Sakura clearly felt that the probing finger in front of her was too dangerous. The palpitating feeling was like staring into the eyes of the god of death, and the chill from her heart spread to her whole body.
Miyamoto Sakura did not move. It was not that she fought to the end for the so-called dignity, but that she had no will to move at all. The finger that absorbed all the black energy contained the power pouring down from the entire Styx, and what other hells
The wailing and resentment in the heart, that finger, is hell.
Feeling that her mind had been swallowed up, Miyamoto Sakura knew that she could no longer retreat. This blow was unavoidable. Even her life-saving skill 'Transformation' was difficult to use. If she wanted to survive, she had to resist this blow.
One blow.
Facing the crisis of life and death, Miyamoto Sakura calmed down, holding the katana tightly with both hands, pointing directly at Ye Cheng, with a little silver luster shining out the last brilliance, and counterattacked with all her strength in the face of danger, forming a huge
The sword gang shot out with a momentum that swept through thousands of armies.
This single sword is indestructible and is enough to kill all the masters before the sixth level of Xiantian. Their protective aura is useless under the sword. It is no wonder that Miyamoto Sakura can repel tens of thousands of players with one person, because
Her sword is simply unstoppable.
However, such a scene will not happen again, because her opponent is Ye Cheng, this mythical master that many people want to defeat but have never defeated, a peak that countless people look up to.
When the hellish finger touched the huge sword, there was no earth-shattering sound or gorgeous collision, but only silent annihilation.
The huge sword was constantly being eroded, as if the sword had penetrated into another time and space. It was impossible to stop this finger from hell. The power of destruction continued, and the city guard of Qingzhou City was completely destroyed.
ruins.
With desperate eyes, Miyamoto Sakura flew up with Ye Cheng's finger, and was crushed by a huge dharma body in mid-air. Like ants, she was blasted into the half-collapsed castle palace hall.
middle.
Ye Cheng fell from the sky, looked at the torn gap in the sky, shook his head, and with a wave of his hand, he dispersed the Dharma Body and the Styx, but the ancient demon's hand on his right arm left a strange...
And the exquisite patterns, as mysterious as seals, are deeply imprinted on it.
She casually took out a Nine Lotus black robe from the package and put it on her body, and walked slowly towards Miyamoto Sakura in the deep pit. The presence of Ruoyouruowu's breath had proved that her vitality was declining, and the power of collapse was not
What she can resist, and I am afraid that under the finger of hell just now, even her mind has been traumatized. If she cannot make up for this flaw, her future martial arts practice will stop here.
Sakura Miyamoto, who was lying in a pool of blood, had a look of pain on her face. It was not physical pain, but mental torture. With a finger, she felt the pain of hell, and more of a mental shock.
If you can't wake up after being trapped in it, the illusion alone can drive the victim crazy.
Three feet of blue hair stained with blood, Miyamoto Sakura's life was gradually disappearing, with a hint of helplessness and loneliness on her pale cheeks. She had almost no opponents in Japan, but she still fell on the land of China. Although she was defeated
There is no shame in being under Ye Cheng, but it is still a pity to be a warrior.
Ye Cheng's figure was reflected in her slowly distracted eyes, and Miyamoto Sakura said in a weak voice: "I was still careless, I shouldn't have given you enough time, otherwise you would be the one lying here now!"
Ye Cheng picked up the samurai sword that fell to the side, looked at the sad and beautiful woman in front of him, and said softly: "If you die by your own sword, it doesn't count as slandering you. Your glory will not be stained by others, and I will give you dignity."
alright!"
"What I want is this bit of dignity!" Miyamoto Sakura still scolded stubbornly: "The China of Middle-earth will not be peaceful. You can't stop the footsteps of our Miyamoto clan. The huge land and resources here will become a battlefield.
!”
Ye Cheng said nonchalantly: "You are right. This is what I want to see. I allow your Miyamoto clan to establish sub-altars in China, but there are restrictions. The number of sub-alterns is only allowed to be six. If
If there is one more, I will personally destroy it, which can be regarded as the result of your persistence!"
Miyamoto Sakura's distracted eyes were slightly surprised. It seemed that at this moment she couldn't understand why the man in front of her came here and would allow the Miyamoto clan to invade China. However, before she could figure it out, the reflection in her eyes was already reflected in her eyes.
A silver light flashed out, which was her own weapon, the katana.
After taking off Miyamoto Sakura's head, Ye Cheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He finally finished things here. Carrying this beautiful head, he walked around the ruins, like the God of Death in the middle of the night, taking lives at will.
, no one can stop him.
When Ye Cheng left, the surrounding Middle-earth players had already unsheathed their weapons, and their scarlet eyes scanned the thousands of Japanese players. The anger that had been oppressed for a long time finally reached the critical point. With a roar, countless players
The local players rushed towards the Japanese players who were still in panic, like wolves and tigers.
The news in Qingzhou City was flying like snowflakes. Almost immediately, several major gangs in China got the information, and they all felt a burning sensation on their faces. At this moment, in the main forum meeting hall of Zhenbei Mansion, Shuimu and others
They met overnight to discuss the news. Young Master Chan, who was sitting next to Mizuki, had a flushed face. You must know that he brought 30,000 elite troops from his headquarters to Qingzhou City, but he could not defeat Sakura Miyamoto alone.
Not only was he killed with a single blow, but thousands of his gang members were also killed and injured. Fortunately, other players of the Miyamoto clan did not take action, otherwise the 30,000 people he brought would have been reduced by at least half.
Shuimu stared closely at the large map in the middle of the long table, which detailed the major spheres of influence and rough situations in Middle-earth. His eyes flashed with an unpredictable luster. After a long time, he sighed heavily and said softly: "
Now he is no longer comparable to us. Although his ninth-rate number is only that of a small gang, his controllable range is that of a medium-sized gang. His true strength is comparable to any gang in the world. He alone
One person is enough!”
"Today I summoned all the gang leaders to discuss something. I was elected as the leader of the alliance in Zhenbei Mansion. Although I didn't make any big mistakes, I still failed to make any achievements. In the past few days, I caused a lot of losses to your gangs!
"
"Brother Shuimu!" Jinshan, who was leaning on the back of his chair, shook his head and said, "This loss is not serious, and you don't need to take it to heart. You have done a lot for us as the leader of the alliance, and all the forces have also done so.
We have developed peacefully, and your contribution is obvious to all. You must not talk about yourself like this again, otherwise we brothers will be embarrassed!"
Shuimu nodded and said softly: "Brother Jinshan, although you don't have many financial help experts, your financial resources are among the few in the world. You have funded a lot of money for every large-scale event. This sum is astronomical.
Numbers, the events of the past few days have left me mentally and physically exhausted. Such a huge loss cannot be brushed aside in one word. Today, I, Shuimu, will step down as the leader of Zhenbei Mansion, and I will also pay a large sum of money as punishment!"
"Well, that's fine. The loss this time is not small. We need to give everyone an explanation!" A man in black armor opposite Shuimu said in a muffled voice: "The number of people we dispatched is not as good as one watchman. Not only
It is a matter of strength, and it is a failure in planning and strategy. Brother Shuimu takes the blame and resigns, which can be regarded as a clear punishment. Our sword alliance will only wait for the compensation to be completed, and will withdraw from Zhenbei Mansion at that time. This is to say hello to everyone, and we will gather together.
, if we don’t agree, we will break up. If there is any need for our sword alliance in the future, just ask, I have other things to do, so I’ll take a step first and you guys can chat slowly!”
"What Brother Scholar said makes sense. I, Feiyunhui, agree with him. After all, our gang is not big. The losses this time are too heavy. I am afraid that I will not be able to participate in future activities. In order not to hold you back, I took the initiative to withdraw.
Forget it like compensation or something!”
"Thunder Dragon Gang, please retreat!"
"Please retreat from the Qing Dynasty!"
"???????"
More than a dozen medium-sized gangs announced their withdrawal from the Zhenbeifu Alliance. For a time, only a few people were left in the meeting hall. Shuimu's quiet eyes revealed a sense of helplessness, and he sighed: "The fragile alliance still collapsed. The Northern General
It will no longer be a peaceful place, and you all have been prepared in advance, an attack is inevitable!"
After everyone left, Mizuki walked slowly to the side hall behind the meeting hall. Where he looked was Wanfa Ziran, who was wearing a water-colored dress. The thin and soft dress hugged her graceful figure tightly, making people feel
I couldn't help but feel my heart fluttering.
"Have everything been taken care of?" Wan Fa naturally held his chin with one hand and looked back with a smile. Although he was not alluring, he was still charming.
Shuimu calmed down his decadent look and nodded: "It's over, everything is over. I will leave the affairs of the Tianlong Gang to Liuyun. I will no longer interfere with the gang's affairs. I can travel around the world with you with peace of mind!"
Wanfa naturally got off the seat, strolled to Shuimu, and said with a smile: "If you had looked away earlier, I wouldn't have agreed to you today. I will go wherever you go in the future, and one day you will
Even stronger than the Watchers, I believe!"
"Are you stronger than him?" Shuimu murmured: "I gave up all power and specialized in martial arts. I will definitely be stronger than him!"
