咻咻咻~

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.
To be continued...