Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“The champion is dead, but don't panic. I'm the new leader of the Boxing Guild. Follow me into the city and take the world of joy!" ”

As the Great Iron City fell from the heavenly dome and sparkled a sparkling ball of fire that devoured everything, a number of ambitious strongmen waved chainsaw swords and trembling swords and stood at the height of the burning bears, roaring in astonishment.

Then they looked at each other angrily, aware of the existence of a competitor.

“The owner of the city is finished, so is the champion, but the city is still here, brothers, hold on! Defeat this wave of attacks and we can defend the city and become the masters of the 'World of Pleasure'! ”

In the city, there are also a number of gangsters and murderers screaming, trying to gather the formation, gather morale, and take over the unintentional command of "Lord of the city” Xia Hou.

But the efforts of both sides have been futile.

The forces of both sides are an irrevocable crowd of hundreds of forces, large and small.

While the champion and the owner of the city are still alive, he can use his authority and great strength to suppress the tested murderers, barely putting them together as a combatable soldier.

But since they are both wounded and lost, and there is not a second enough ruling murderer in their group to come forward, and the mountains are still lit, and the infighting is going on. Would other bandits and murderers be foolish enough to use them as cannon dust?

Didn't we all come all the way here and give our lives to fight for our lives?

“The boxing champion and the owner of the city are dead. Now, the city is a deserted land. Everyone rushes in and grabs what they want and grabs what they can! ”

That's what most middle-aged bandits think.

“If the situation is so chaotic that we can't defend the city, instead of throwing our lives here for no reason, let's just take one vote and run! ”

The defensive side is also fluctuating.

I don't know who's the first to do it, but it's like a dam full of water with a tiny crevice, and there's no power left to stop the crash.

The people of Uhe have been beaten back to their original form, returning from the "army" to the true colors of "Liuko” and “Bandit”, even intensified, and inspired ten times more blood, ferocity and beast by the legends of the "World of Pleasure” many colored dogs, horses, and wine pond meat groves!

On the defensive side, the bandits invited from all over the land to help in the war collapsed first.

They took advantage of the land and shouted in unison, abandoning their lines of defence and rushing towards warehouses and markets in the city of Fuyuao, where large quantities of goods were stored.

Still faithless to Xia Hou, the Yao Cheng Guards tried to stop them. These bandits could not remember that a moment ago both sides were still fighting side by side. They were slaughtered like demons and fearless of death. Most likely they would not let them return to their homes full capacity, and they stood with Yao Cheng's jade fire.

The army's repression has not lasted for three minutes, and the attacking forces, scattered but increasingly fierce, have struck their defensive lines hard from behind.

“Shit, Boss Xiahou is finished, we're still working for the ghosts, why don't we just go with them, work together big tickets, get a lot of supplies, and then we'll figure something out! ”

The defensive generals, seeing the great momentum gone, abandoned decades of fear and loyalty to Xia Hou in just three seconds.

They spent decades in the city, and many of the precious materials they moved into the warehouse themselves, naturally knowing better than foreign bandits where to put valuable items.

No one can and will maintain order in the city of Fugitive City when all these guards have turned into looters.

The most chaotic and fierce alley war broke out.

It is not based on the two parties' camps, nor on banditry and power, but on a small group of bandits of three or two.

All the murderers lost their companion ties and no interest in returning to the building, crashing like flies between poor alleys in the city of Fuyuao.

Their eyes, like flies, are red, and there's only one thought in the boiling brain —— find the warehouse, no matter what, three, seven, 21, rob it!

A lot of people get what they want.

The abundance of supplies stored in the city, the sophistication of Pharaoh and the abundance of high-energy nutrients are beyond their imagination.

They danced with state-of-the-art arrow-bombing gunmen, rolling back and forth in glittering piles of crystals, their eyes widened, their mumps drummed, their breath poured into their bellies a dozen or twenty high-energy nutrients until several of them held their bellies alive and sustained themselves, their faces laughing with joy.

But the vast majority of the bandits were less fortunate.

Since it is a warehouse, naturally it is not too remote and hidden, and is often found by three or five bandits at the same time.

No need to declare war, no need to yell, even violent eye contact is superfluous. The bandits and murderers, between silence and silence, severely cut out the chainsaw sword against each other, smashed down the electric hot axe and started a bullet storm that destroyed everything!

Every tall building in Fuyu City is exploding, every poor street alley is burning, the murderers and bandits involved in the vortex of war are not possessed by the celestial demons, but are more harsh and fierce than the celestial demons. In order to compete for precious resources, a scene has been staged to make the powerful ghosts in the Yellow Springs of Nine feel horribly killed.

Li Yao, the champion, Hunter and Glass sneak underneath the ground.

Li Yao released the Dragon to the ground and saw a scene and other human tragedies.

All known and unknown murderers are killing each other.

Initially to compete for material warehouses, seventy-eight or a dozen bandits fought indiscriminately. After most of the warehouses were looted, the target became a bandit carrying a lot of materials - there was no way, and there was not a lot of kung fu caution found in the city. A lot of materials wanted to be transported out of the city, they could only be carried with them, or dragged with heavy crystal chariots. The blind could smell that they were “big fish" and naturally became the best prey for those who were empty-handed and full of grudges.

And the victor who kills the overcargo doesn't have to be too happy, often he just chopped off the prey's head with a chainsaw sword half a minute ago. Half a minute later, his head also danced in the smoky half-air, falling beneath the tracks of the crystal chariot, his liver was covered, and he was confused.

Later, a lot of the robbers learned to be good. After pillaging a lot of materials, they didn't transport them out of the city. They simply reinforced their defenses in the warehouse. They couldn't retract. They wanted to play the trick of "sitting in a mountain watching a tiger fight”, and waited until everyone outside was almost dead.

However, other bandits are not idiots, and several larger bandits have mysteriously disappeared, and dozens of small and medium-sized bandits have gradually joined forces to attack warehouses throughout the city.

Chaos, chaos, chaos, this is the most chaotic battlefield Li Yao has ever seen!

The turmoil between the murderer and the bandit is messy enough to call the head as big as a fight. There are a lot of fairy fixers and even crazier "live broadcasters" mixed in.

Wearing more than one level of equipment than sinners, these people, in the words of virtual games, may be referred to as "divine sets”, patrolling the urban battlefields without delay under the cover of smoke and fire.

They do not target looting, they simply kill, chop melons, slaughter dogs.

Occasionally, two different teams of players encounter each other, and there will be a shocking and wonderful confrontation - they have no mercy on their own people, even more ruthless than the sinners, making Li Yao, spying in secret, see the heartbeat, cold sweat, more intuitive and sensual understanding of the “avenue” of the fairy repairer.

However, Li Yao watches the strangest, or the guys called “Live Broadcasters”.

These “live broadcasters" are more exaggerated, weirder, and crazier than players on trial assignments.

They tend to wear colorful crystalline armor, with countless clusters of flowers, clanging bells, unnecessary burdens such as pounding chicken crowns, spiral ramming angles longer than arms, bloody spiritual beast wings, and so on.

Li Yao pondered these burdensome uses for half a day. In the eyes and experience of his senior refiner master, these messy things have no real purpose at all. They are simply beautiful - although Li Yao doesn't feel a handful of indigo hairs on his head, a shiny rhinestone is embedded in the crystal, and there is nothing “nice” about wrapping a circle of bullet chains around his body.

In addition to these strange costume guys, there is a group of “live broadcasters" who seem to be deliberately pursuing high difficulty, even without crystal armor or armor, so they rush into the battlefield.

This faction of “Live Broadcasters" are mostly feminine, most of them are wonderful and attractive, they also know how to use their physical strengths, wear the ultimate in exposure, and the most conservative is the crystal clear three-point style under the hidden light veil.

Snowy white flesh, the veil of refusal, and a sword one or two times longer than their heads, covered in blood and crushed flesh, do have a weird impact.

Whether it's strange costumes, exaggerated guys, or these brilliant, brutal women, they all kill in the most exaggerated, weird, loudest ways.

The vast majority of live broadcasters do not pursue the number of killings, but rather the bloodshed and shock of the scene, while the killings dance and cramp.

Like the burden on them, many actions are redundant, purely in pursuit of or gorgeous or distorted or insane acoustic photoelectric effects, even if they cause themselves to be injured or even die as a result of these redundant actions.

Li Yao even perceived that many “live broadcasters” were singing while killing. No, they could not be said to be singing. It seemed like a kind of howl between singing and reading the Scriptures, a kind of hypnosis for others and their own spells.

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I've been at the printing house last night, picking the lights for a minimalist signature, I've never signed so many of my own names in my life, hahahahaha.

In the end, he was so dizzy, soft and soft that he didn't even know his name.

So if any friend gets the book and finds a distorted mark on it that looks like a ghost painter, don't be suspicious, it's the signature of the old cow... so include it!