"Stop doing such meaningless things! We have nothing to lose after rebirth. We only get cheap weapons, we don't buy any equipment, and we don't have many levels of masterpieces. It doesn't make any difference whether you save me or not -"
Yes, these are neat sounds.
This is what everyone who came back from the fighting all wanted to say. The people from the Zixiao Sword Sect shouted this, the people from the Lingjiu Palace, the Holy Land of Righteousness, and the Illuminati's technicians all shouted this. This is what they shouted.
When I come back, I want to say something to Dusk and Keming.
Keming listened and smiled. "Even if we are in hell, there must be light in hell, because there is it in our hearts."
The shouting stopped, and after a moment of silence, these people left again...
Ke Ming looked at the red patch of sky for a long time and suddenly said, "Junior Sister Dusk, among the blood-red sky, some of the colors seem to be particularly dark..."
Among the blood-red sky, there is indeed a little color, which is darker than before. Maybe it is not a sudden change, but the depth now has become more conspicuous.
What changes does the blood-red sky mean?
But fewer and fewer people discuss the blood-red sky.
Because there are more and more killings, too many people see blood every day and have become numb to the color of blood...
Yangzhou City.
Swordsmith's workshop.
A man hurried in and found a woman among the busy technicians. "Honey, are you ready to strike the sword?"
"...Soon." The female technician who was busy forging the sword replied softly, but there was a melancholy look on her face.
The man looked anxious. After waiting for a moment, he urged, "Hurry up! Work harder and hurry up. The brothers in the gang are already fighting with the people from the Holy Land of Righteousness!"
"How about you come?" the female technician said, handing over the hammer.
The male technician frowned. "How can I be in the mood to forge a sword now! Don't stop. Isn't this a waste of time? Hurry up and finish it. Don't worry about the hilt. Just melt a piece of iron and deal with it."
The female technician continued to swing the hammer in silence, and as she struck, droplets of crystal liquid fell on the red metal.
"What are you doing!" The male technician was worried, but when he saw clearly that they were tears, his heart softened. "Wife, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"
"You haven't been with me for months, and we haven't even had a meal together. You are a well-known swordsmith in the world. You are more capable and experienced than me, but how long has it been since you forged weapons? Every day.
I just go to fight and kill. I come back just to get the sword. Husband, we are skill masters. Why don't you become a skill master but keep fighting and killing people? I can't figure it out. I'm very sad and miss you too..." Female
The swordsmith said, tears streaming down his face, unable to restrain himself any longer.
After hearing this, the man said with some excitement, "Honey, can you be considerate of me? Can't you do this? Isn't there nothing I can do? You don't know how many friends there are in the gang? Watch them being killed by people from the Holy Land of Righteousness.
How can I stand by and watch when things are so miserable? You didn't see the way Xiaoya died tragically that day! Even if you tell me, you don't understand. Anyway, right now, I can't stay out of it! We fight to win respect. If we don't fight, we won't get this.
!Do you understand clearly? This is not a battle between rivers and lakes, but a counterattack by technicians, a great battle where technicians fight for dignity and freedom!"
"But, hubby, wasn't it good in the past? We technicians don't carry anything valuable anyway, and there is no loss if we die. Why do we still keep killing?" The female swordsmith raised her head in confusion.
The man sighed helplessly, picked up the tool, and then cooled down the red sword that had not been completely hammered. He picked it up and quickly wrapped it up as long as he could hold it, then left like that. "One day you will see it with your own eyes.
When you see how I was brutally killed, you will understand why..."
The man said helpless and angry words, but in fact he did not hope for that day at all. He hoped that the woman he loved would continue to be in the workshop and stay away from the fight forever.
But he was wrong.
When he walked out of the workshop, he happened to meet several people from the Holy Land of Righteousness.
Moreover, I had seen his face in past battles and was deeply impressed by him.
"Kill him, he is an Illuminati level skill master!" Several people from the Righteous Holy Land took action immediately. The man was reborn not long ago and had not had time to practice martial arts. When he and several people from the Righteous Holy Land were fighting together, each other was
A state without martial arts.
In this case, how can he defeat many with one person?
Soon he was injured...
In the workshop, a technician whom I knew shouted, "Alai, your husband was beaten by people from the Holy Land of Righteousness at the door!"
The female technician hurriedly grabbed a sword from someone else's workbench and ran out anxiously...
When she ran out of the door, she was dumbfounded to see that the man's left arm had been cut off and he fell to the ground. A man from the Holy Land of Righteousness was thrusting a sword into his abdomen, stirring it fiercely, and said in a tone full of hatred, "
Isn't it amazing at the level of artistic conception? Without martial arts, you are nothing! Wasn't it awesome last time? One of us beat a group of us. What happened today? We can't do it anymore? You are so awesome--"
The man endured the pain and did not want to cry out. Suddenly he saw the woman rushing out. He wanted to smile as hard as he could, but his smile turned into a bitter one...
Alai waved the sword in his hand and rushed forward. Upon seeing this, a group of technicians in the workshop rushed to the door and rushed out. They could not sit back and watch their familiar friend Alai die alone...
The battle ended quickly, and with their overwhelming numbers, they quickly killed the few murderous Holy Land disciples.
Alai hugged his dying husband and burst into tears. "Husband, I'm sorry, I will fight with you in the future! I know how you feel, I know..."
A group of indignant technicians, many of them gnashed their teeth and said, "The bastards of the Holy Land of Righteousness are so cruel! Let's not stay in the workshop anymore and fight with them! Do you really think that our technicians are easy to bully?"
Across the street is Yuelai Inn.
On the third floor of the inn, next to the window, is Yi Yun dressed in dark purple clothes.
He drank wine calmly and watched everything happening outside the workshop.
People cannot help themselves in the world.
The Illuminati was destined to be involved in rivers and lakes battles from the beginning, but Yiyun just brought this result ahead of schedule.
Hatred spreads easily. Hatred brings killing, and the end point of killing is tiredness and numbness. At that time, it will turn into the result that everyone is tired of fighting and longs for peace.
The world has been like this for hundreds of years, but most of the time the spread of hatred does not reach a crazy level, and the transformation between killing and peace seems frequent. It seems that there is some fighting every now and then.
But today's world is moving towards a complete and crazy state of killing.
In fact, this state is not unusual in the history of Jianghu, but now there are more technicians participating in Jianghu, which seems to be particularly crowded, and these technicians do not understand this yet, and are not used to it. Because
In this way, they especially believe that taking up arms can bring about the peace they long for.
This is true, but it is also false.
Because peace is broken by those who take up arms, and the peace finally obtained is obtained at the cost of long-term cruel and crazy killing.
There were fights and battles inside and outside Yangzhou City.
But no decent master emerged.
Yiyun put down her wine glass, paid the bill, and left the city.
Yiyun decided to walk around Yangzhou City. Take a look, there should be no decent masters here.
In the mountains and forests.
The three honorary elders of the Righteous Holy Land were drinking wine and eating cold dishes, looking a little bored.
They should have gone into the battle inside and outside Yangzhou City. But they did not go because they knew the situation of the Yangzhou Skilled Masters Alliance Gang.
There are many artistic conception level skill masters in the Yangzhou Skill Master Alliance. It is the wisest decision for them not to take action. If they take action, the fighting situation will change. Now they are just fighting with no martial arts. If they take action, they will
It is tantamount to death. Because the artistic conception-level skill masters in Yangzhou City can copy their martial arts level, and there are many more people than them, under siege, trying to survive is almost a dream.
So, when they heard about the fighting, they left, drank and ate here, and waited for the fighting to end.
Sometimes it's very fast, sometimes it takes a long time.
"Old Li is reborn." A silent artistic conception-level honorary elder said without emotion. He knew Lao Li, but so far he has seen too many people he knew reborn, and he gradually became numb, unless the friendship was particularly deep.
, otherwise it would be difficult to have any emotional fluctuations in my heart.
"Sooner or later, I have warned him not to fight too hard. Smart people have long known that they cannot participate in this kind of battle. If nothing happens today, something will happen tomorrow." Another honorary elder made a bland comment without any special feelings.
"It's a pity that his Dugu Sword Canon has been upgraded to level 70. If he practices it for a while, he will be a true artistic conception level master."
"What's the solution to digging one's own grave? A master of artistic conception who has practiced martial arts cannot take action at all, otherwise he is a fool. Up to now, enough such fools have died. Lao Li was originally a fool, but he was too lucky in the past.
, that’s why I died now.”
Several honorary elders at the artistic conception level made random comments, but it was too boring at the moment. It was rare for them to talk about Lao Li's affairs, so naturally they had to chat for a few words.
Just as he was talking, someone suddenly frowned, and then several others also frowned.
They all felt that a master was approaching, and he was clearly coming towards them.
"...Is he a guy from the Justice League?" One of them was a little frightened. The top artistic conception-level masters of the Justice League who cultivate murderous aura have been hunting the artistic conception-level masters in the Holy Land of Righteousness everywhere, especially those who have practiced martial arts.
Super master. This has long been known to everyone in the world. The Illuminati praises this kind of battle, shouts that the legend of justice is indeed a legend of justice, and personally holds the sword to praise the justice of the world. But in the eyes of the people in the Holy Land of Righteousness, this
It’s just nonsense. It’s clearly intended to attack the artistic conception-level combat power of the Holy Land of Righteousness. It’s clearly devouring the value of righteousness and increasing the value of murderous energy. The skilled masters of the artistic conception level basically have money, and they bought a lot of murderous aura pills before joining the Holy Land of Murderous Aura. Everyone has one.
Good righteousness and cultivation.
"...You can't run away, Qinggong can run very fast! Just memorize it -" Several artistic conception-level honorary elders from the Holy Land of Righteousness stood up, and one by one, they pulled out their weapons and took a defensive posture, ready to fight at any time.
Nowadays, these artistic conception-level masters who have returned to the martial arts world are no longer the same Amon as when they first returned. They have already reached a consensus on the abilities of the top artistic conception-level masters in the martial arts world. Especially the veteran and top artistic conception-level masters of the hostile Justice League, Justice
The most troublesome thing among the top masters of the alliance is those who practice murderous aura, and have the special effects of the God of Heaven and Earth. Beyond the copying distance of masterpieces below level 90, the special effects of the God of Heaven and Earth can be activated, and at the same time, they can appear in front of them.
Shadow Dance was activated, and everyone within three feet was killed in the blink of an eye. At that time, the master had just copied the ability, and those who had copied the ability had no time to respond effectively, unless they were equally matched in artistic conception and could copy the ability to hundreds of meters.
A 100% capable artistic conception level master, otherwise, he would be slaughtered like a lamb without the power to resist.
A dozen or twenty people are no match at all. It would be even worse if they are not at the martial arts level. Whether it is Ming's Thousand Jue Kill, Yi Yun's flurry of swords and demons, or the magic sword's sweeping sky and earth, everyone is jealous.
The Thousand Needles Pulling, or the bloody storm in the Vulture Palace, can easily kill a large group of artistic conception-level people who have no time to copy the martial arts.
Meeting these people is basically equivalent to meeting the God of Death.
The distance is approaching rapidly.
The three artistic conception level honorary elders of the Righteous Holy Land had cold sweat on their faces.
Soon, the distance will soon be close to the direction of the special effects of the God of Death. Whether the person coming is the top artistic conception level master of the Justice League who cultivates murderous intent, the answer will be available soon. If not, they still have the power to fight. If so, they
There is no other way except to admit that you are unlucky and curse a few words...
People approaching suddenly disappeared.
At the same time, the three of them felt their hearts tighten, and soon they saw only layers of dark purple figures surrounding them.
They felt relieved because the results had been achieved.
They fell down, their bodies covered with sword marks.
Although the first sword they received was fatal, the opponent still continued to attack without mercy.
They knew that they were judging their own sword practice.
Yes, facing such an opponent, they only have this value...
The system prompts "Successfully converted the absorbed righteousness value into 100,000 ultimate killing intent proficiency."
The system prompts "Successfully converted the absorbed righteousness value into 100,000 ultimate killing intent proficiency."
The system prompts "Successfully converted the absorbed righteousness value into 100,000 ultimate killing intent proficiency."
Exactly one hundred thousand, which shows that these three people have calculated the quantity when they bought the righteousness pills in the past. This situation is not unusual at all, but it is common. The righteousness values of these artistic conception levels who have returned to the world are basically integers, killing righteousness
Practitioners can absorb one-tenth of the righteousness, and originally theirs was the ultimate righteousness of one million stages.
Yiyun was packing up her belongings when she received a message from Ming.
"Master of the village, Jia will have a duel at Black Crow Mountain on the 15th of next month."
