The sword energy gradually dissipated. In the frightened eyes of everyone, the overwhelming pressure of the sword also slowly subsided with the gradual weakening of the happy aura... Looking around, they saw the talisman emitting bright light.
Culture is like a sharp sword that quickly penetrates into Xiaoyao's body, and then dust returns to dust, soil returns to dust, and everything else dissolves.
"Sealed?"
"Pressed down?"
…
Everyone noticed that the fluctuations in their heart palpitations had dissipated, and they couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
"Suppressed!"
Dongfang Yixue said in a deep voice.
However, the vibration of the sword intent crazily appeared in his mind. He looked at Xiaoyao blankly. His previous unruliness disappeared instantly, and there was a complicated and unspeakable look in his eyes.
at this time.
There was no breath left in Xiaoyao's body.
Just like an ordinary player, no, even worse than an ordinary player. At this moment, there was no profound energy in his body. His whole body collapsed weakly on the ground, supporting the ground with trembling hands, and making a sound in his mouth.
There was a loud gasping sound. The forehead, cheeks, and chest were soaked with sweat.
"Carefree"
"how's it going!"
Negative Swordsman suddenly appeared and supported Xiaoyao's body.
Figures kept coming, and Chi Zhan, Night Demon, Jian Chi and others stood beside them, their eyes filled with worry. However, there was no doubt that they all breathed a sigh of relief as Xiaoyao's murderous intention was suppressed.
"fine"
A hoarse sound sounded slowly.
Xiaoyao raised his head slightly, his face extremely pale, but compared to the bursts of pain in his eyes, these external manifestations were like clouds and mud. He stood up in a daze, feeling that there was no trace of profound energy in his body.
Fluctuating, there was bitterness in the corner of his mouth, his eyes turned, looking at everyone, his expression was extremely indifferent: "It's okay, I'm sorry to bother you."
Said.
His expression made everyone frown.
"Has it been sealed?" Xiaoyao murmured: "That's fine. I want to be alone. I'll leave it to you to go to the sky first." He looked at Chi Zhan and the others.
"Um"
Chi Zhan and the others nodded worriedly.
The Supreme Order appeared, Xiaoyao looked at this bloody plain, his heart was filled with incomparable emotions, and he slowly disappeared here.
"Alright"
"Maybe it would be better to leave him alone."
Night Demon said solemnly: "Things like feelings are so painful." As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, as if they wanted to see through him, but no one was there at the moment.
I was in the mood to ask what happened, but while sighing, everyone slowly disappeared on the bloody plain.
…
Thirty-three days of wilderness.
This place is adjacent to the endless wilderness in the west of the fantasy continent. The vast territory of Nuo Da is filled with endless dangerous places. Endless monsters live in the vast mountains, swamps, and wilderness. Here, there are no cities, only dilapidated buildings.
Small villages. However, these villages are extremely prosperous.
The words of Jianghu people.
If you want to make a fortune, the Thirty-Three Heavens Desert is an excellent place.
There are dangers here.
But there is also wealth emerging in endlessly, attracting countless players from all major regions to come here. But when it comes to danger, even the system village is far from safe. Because monsters from the mountains outside the village may appear here at any time.
Come to kill the players and natives who live here
It is said that it accumulates over time.
Players and indigenous people are constantly fighting against monsters.
Make.
There is never a weak person here, but the players who come here are at least above the first-class level. After a long time, being able to step into the Thirty-Three Days Wilderness has become a qualification to measure whether a player has a first-class level.
Luofeng Village.
The entire village is only a few thousand square meters, and there are hundreds of destroyed buildings in the village, but players are bustling in groups. Everywhere you can see simple stalls lined up, and in the noise, most of them are players hunting monsters from the Thirty-Three Days Wasteland.
Or find some precious items to sell here.
The teleportation array within it is just a few pieces of wood standing around a teleportation array.
Buzz~
The light is flickering.
Xiaoyao slowly emerged from inside with an expressionless expression.
He raised his head.
Looking at this noisy village, there was no change in his eyes. If it were before, he might have been quite surprised by the prosperity of this village, but at this moment, his heart felt blocked, like a mountain.
He walked out quietly.
Looking at everything around him, he felt like he was out of place. After a while, he opened and closed his mouth silently and came to a building that looked like a restaurant. He went straight to the second floor and was greeted casually by the enthusiastic indigenous people.
I ordered a few side dishes and a bottle of sake, and sat on the edge of the second floor window, staring blankly below.
Cup by cup.
Keep drinking into your throat.
The scorching heat seemed to make him find the feeling of being alone at this moment.
The dishes were not moved.
The sake fluctuates and keeps flowing into the throat.
This scene.
On the other hand, the players around who were using their swords to add blood found it rather strange.
Suddenly.
Xiaoyao's eyes stopped.
Following the noisy flow of people below, he saw a familiar figure, but the other person had a solemn face at the moment. He was walking away, as if he wanted to leave the village and go somewhere. Behind him, Xiaoyao's eyes changed again.
A familiar figure appeared, dressed in red clothes as red as blood, but his eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent.
“Cool West Wind”
"Red?"
Xiaoyao muttered at the corner of his mouth. He was in a low mood and really didn't want to pay attention to it. Now he saw the two of them and couldn't help but sigh slowly. He was on the second floor and shouted softly down: "The west wind is cool, red clothes."
He shouted very softly.
The two people running quickly below suddenly trembled and stopped, and then turned their eyes to look towards his position. At this glance, Xi Fengliang's eyes suddenly showed a touch of surprise, while Hong Yi's originally cold expression
A cold anger and shock suddenly burst out in his eyes.
Whoosh~
Then, the two looked at each other.
Xifeng Liang seemed a little afraid of Hong Yi, but when he saw Xiaoyao looking at him with a wry smile, he breathed a sigh of relief and rushed up to the restaurant towards Xiaoyao's position. Hongyi paused slightly, and the killing intent in his eyes slowly suppressed,
Then he came to the restaurant, looked at Xiaoyao, frowned slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Your breath... is you?"
Hear the words.
Xi Fengliang finally discovered something unusual about Xiaoyao and looked at it in surprise.
His body was on the other side of Xiaoyao, deliberately keeping a certain distance from Hong Yi, and there was a warning between his eyebrows. Something must have happened between the two of them.
"no"
Xiaoyao slowly shook his head.
The horrifying murderous intent burst out from Hong Yi's whole body, and a chill appeared in his eyes. As his slender hands moved unconsciously, even the red gauze covering his cheeks swelled slightly, revealing the soft white parts that are alluring.
: "Who is it? I'm going to kill him!"
"Forehead"
Xiaoyao hasn't spoken yet.
Xifeng Liang, who was sitting next to him, felt the killing intent and immediately rolled his eyes.
Swish search~
As murderous intent sweeps across
In Nuoda's restaurant, the commotion suddenly calmed down. Countless horrified eyes kept looking at them. They were all deeply horrified when they saw the red dress covering the red gauze, and the body looked extremely alluring. Then, the red dress
He looked directly at them coldly, and under that gaze, they didn't dare to stay any longer and left the restaurant.
Until they all disperse.
Xiaoyao said calmly: "It's not anyone, it's me."
The voice changed.
He looked at Hong Yi and Xifeng Liang: "Do you have any grudges?"
"Who knows"
Hearing this, Xifeng Liang suddenly became depressed. He looked at Hong Yi and said solemnly: "I'm also very curious, why do you keep chasing me? If I hadn't been strong enough, I would have been killed by you long ago."
The power of red clothes.
As early as in the world of heroes, it has penetrated into the hearts of many extremely powerful people. Coupled with the blessing of Lingbao, even if he knew that Xifeng Liang's strength was at the level of extremely powerful people, Xiaoyao was not optimistic about him. But at this moment, he heard that Hong Yi had already chased him.
After killing him for a long time, his eyes couldn't help but show surprise.
Being able to stay until now despite being chased by Hong Yi shows how powerful Xifeng Liang is. You know, even Chi Zhan, Night Demon and the like cannot say how long they can escape from being chased by Hong Yi. Because,
Hong Yi's speed is so terrifying! Under that absolute speed, her attacks are among the best among the strongest.
"kill"
"No reason needed!"
Hongyi glanced at Xiaoyao and said slowly.
"Forehead"
Xifeng Liang smiled bitterly, with anger in his eyes.
Xiaoyao paused slightly.
However, I felt an inexplicable bitterness in my heart. After thinking about it, I still said: "Hongyi, if it's nothing, I hope it's okay. I won't interfere in your affairs, but he is not a bad person."
…
Xiaoyao left.
He left alone. As for whether the relationship between Hongyu and Xifengliang would be the same as before, he no longer thought about it, and he had no intention to think about it. He was able to say those words only because of the relationship between Hongyu and Xifengliang under the Holy City.
An unexpected encounter. He walked alone, refusing to be followed by Hong Yi, and walked alone in the major villages in the thirty-three days of wilderness.
He has no purpose.
Just simply walk, and walk again.
After a few days, the whole world seemed to have nothing to do with him. He was quietly alone, watching the thousands of players and aborigines performing different scenes. Occasionally, he would even stop and take out some in the storage ring.
Put the utensils and weapons in a small stall, add a price at will, and put them there.
Many players have obtained many precious items as a result, and there are even some players with evil intentions who want to kill Xiaoyao to obtain the items in his storage ring. However, Xiaoyao has not gone out to the wild. These players have always followed, but they can't kill him.
Kill Xiaoyao. And soon, these players will be killed inexplicably...
Even within the village.
They also died in the same way, and no one else knew why.
One day.
Xiaoyao was still meandering quietly in a village called Yuexiaguanghui. In front of him, three sets of third-level top suits and two top-level third-level long swords were randomly placed on a curtain of white cloth. There were a group of players in front of him, but
Looking at the price that far exceeded the actual value, I cursed Xiaoyao angrily.
Xiaoyao's eyes were slightly closed.
If you don't hear anything, just sit quietly.
It's been a long time.
These players all dispersed, until finally no player stopped. Suddenly a shadow blocked Xiaoyao's sight. He slightly raised his head, wondering if anyone would come now, but a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
A somewhat unfamiliar old voice: "Little brother, we meet again" (To be continued.
