Rebirth Game Tycoon

The men in black rushed towards the gate of Qingyu Newspaper House after wave.

Lu Menglin was very calm, his hand was steady, the black iron knife in his hand was like death's sickle, harvesting life accurately!

In front of him, one hundred and sixty-seven people in black had fallen!

All the staff of the Qingyu Newspaper Hall had heard all this!

In the window behind Lu Menglin, rows of heads stuck out, all of them stared at the young man's back, with mixed feelings.

"He is too strong! He has never been so strong! People like him shouldn't be sacrificed here!" Through the empty window on the top floor of Qingyu Newspaper, the Master Liu sighed while shaking his head.

Along with her, the one who saw the battle below was the old Physician Dong. The old man kept tugging his heart for fear of seeing the scene that he absolutely didn't want to see.

"The gods and gods bless you, and the handguard is safe!" Dr. Dong has been muttering to himself.

Duanmu Tsingyi's brows kept frowning, because she didn't understand why Master Wu Hao was willing to commit the danger alone?

Son of a daughter, don't sit down!Don't he know how important he is?To be a hero alone, blocking wave after wave of attacks!Does he think this is in Tianzun God City?

Without reinforcements and companions, he is like a hard rock, always standing firm.

However, Duanmu Qingyi knows very well that there are exhausted manpower, and no matter how strong Master Wuhao is, there is a limit!It is impossible for him to maintain this strong state forever, his physical strength will eventually be exhausted.

The man in black kept pouring out from all directions, launching a fierce attack on Lu Menglin.

Their offensive is like a tide, one after another, as if it will never stop.

The Jiao bites more elephants to death!The offensive of these men in black is based on this tactical thinking. They don't care about the number at all, but only seek to consume the opponent's physical strength to the maximum.

Finally, Duanmu Tsing Yi couldn't stand it anymore. She stood in front of the French window, resolutely and jumped down, like a nine-day mysterious girl.

While in midair, Duanmu Qingyi opened his arms and performed a series of group healing techniques, which fell on Master Wu Hao's head regardless of the cost.

She didn't have so many scruples at all, and there was only one thought in her mind, that is, Master Wuhao must not fall into this kind of place!As long as he still has a breath, he can't let a hero like him be besieged.

The skirt of Duanmu Tsing Yi fluttered, like a wisp of smoke, gently falling on Lu Menglin's side.

Lu Menglin didn't expect her to come, and asked in amazement, "Why are you here?"

Duanmu Qingyi said softly: "Smelly man! Just be a hero by yourself! I'll help you!"

"You help me? It's almost the same if you drag me down!" Lu Menglin replied in an angry tone.

Although he worked very hard, it was not without gain.

In order to sharpen his understanding of the power of the domain, Lu Menglin did not resort to his own assassin, but used the most stupid method to slash out with one blow, killing all enemies who crossed that line.

During this long and boring process of killing the enemy, Lu Menglin was experiencing the nature of the domain power bit by bit.

Or in other words, Lu Menglin is using this cruel method to create his own domain with one blow.

It's a pity that Duanmu Qingyi didn't see the mystery contained in this. She just felt that Master Wu Hao's physical strength was rapidly draining. She was worried that something would happen to him, so she jumped down.

Duanmu Tsingyi's face was pale, without a word, the energy of the light pattern inside her body vibrated sharply, and then she summoned a beast.

Obviously, she had already cultivated the magical skill of summoning god beasts to the point of perfection, and she was a sixth-level god beast when she shot, which seemed to have surpassed the strength of most Taoist priests of the same level.

This is Duanmu Qingyi's real talent. Her summoned beasts have always been the most powerful, except for the magical skeleton soldier summoned by Master Wuhao.

The number of people in black is increasing, constantly surrounding from all directions, holding a sharp knife, and rushing towards the entrance of the newspaper.

Duanmu Qingyi's sixth-level sacred beast only blocked the time for a moment, and was blown to pieces by a series of magic bombs flying from nowhere.

Only when she truly stood on this line of defense did she know how tough Master Wu Hao was, able to withstand such turbulent and terrifying pressure, without retreating.

Moreover, under the premise that Lu Menglin had been holding on in front and protecting her, Duanmu Qingyi quickly panted, dripping with sweat.

This kind of high-intensity battle, life and death, is completely beyond her ability!It has nothing to do with the level of strength, it is purely unbearable by will.

The people in black are like tides, wave after wave, as if tirelessly covering up, and then killed by Lu Menglin in front of him.

There were dead bodies everywhere on the ground, blood flowing into rivers, and the scene was astonishing.

Duanmu Tsing Yi stumbled back into the newspaper hall after supporting it for less than half of the time.

This is not only physical exhaustion, but more importantly, the tempering of spiritual will, and the pressure is too great.

Almost at the same time when Lu Menglin stood by the gate of Qingyu Newspaper, the battle situation on the newspaper was also passed to a higher position in Fashen City in time. The nobles who lived there were the people who really decided the fate of Fashen City.

"What? The newspaper hasn't been breached yet? Are all of you wastes eating plain rice? You can't do anything like this! What do you want?" A middle-aged man in a Chinese suit jumped into thunder, pointing The subordinate who reported the letter cursed.

Sitting at the table with this middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, there are also eight men. Half of them are elders over the past few years, but they are pampered. Whether it is body and skin care, or clothing, they are everywhere. Demonstrating the aristocratic atmosphere.

If someone familiar with the court of Fashen City sees this scene, they will be surprised immediately, because all the people sitting at this table are prominent figures.

Among them are the top wealthy patriarchs, the officials in charge of the military power in the central government, and the powerful officials in the frontiers of the family. It is no exaggeration to say that the group of old people sitting in front of this wooden table has the power in their hands. , Almost worthy of half of the French court.

This middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, who was yelling at his subordinates, had a family name, Zhixing, and was born in a noble family. He was handsome and graceful. He was the owner of this courtyard and the best communicative person in the city of Fashen.

At the beginning, his purpose of building this club was to make it easier for the real big figures in the DPRK to be outside the court, and there is a secret place to discuss matters, and he became the biggest intelligence leader in the city of God. Can't hide from his eyes and ears.

Zong Zhixing never liked the Qingyu Newspaper, because the existence of the newspaper would make him feel that the intelligence work he was engaged in was extraordinarily wretched. In a sense, the Qingyu Newspaper and his yard were like the same thing. On both sides, the former represents light and justice, while the latter represents darkness and insidiousness.

"Dean, there are masters at Qingyu Newspaper Hall! They are the real top masters, we suspect that they are the strongest! The three forty-fourth level assassins we sent also failed. They were killed almost immediately after facing each other. The body is still hanging on the outer wall of Qingyu Newspaper Hall!"

"The strongest? Absolutely impossible!" Zong Zhixing concluded that this information was wrong.

"Brother Zongxian, how can you see it?" a thin old man asked slowly with a sip of tea.

The thin old man's tone was very relaxed, but his identity was not simple. This old man was the veteran of the three dynasties of the city of Dharma God, the official minister Zhong Xinzhong.

Zong Zhixing said without a smile: "Because this is the city of Fashen City! How many years have we not seen the strongest in Fashen City? The reason is why, everyone knows the best."

He knew very well in his heart that in the face of the concentrated fire attack of the mage group, the so-called strongest person probably only had a slap in the face!When the damage of magic accumulates to a certain level, even the domain power of the strongest is unstoppable.

Therefore, Fashen City is the place where the strongest people are least willing to come, because this is the hometown of the mage, not the home of the strongest.

Moreover, it is difficult for the Xeon to appear in the mage profession, because their development direction and the Xeon are two routes. The mage profession has reached a high level, and the consideration is to study magic, mastering greater power, and a higher level of prohibition. Curse magic, and what the Xeon needs is balance, and then form a realm.

Simply put, the mage profession is the most unbalanced profession, it is difficult to appear the strongest.

"Didn't you have sent a battalion of troops up? Why haven't they taken it down yet?" asked another serious old man next to him.

"If the opponent is really the Xeon, then the Mage Artillery Corps must be dispatched! In this case, the movement is too loud, which is not in our interest!" Another red-haired old man frowned.

Zong Zhixing said in a deep voice: "Even if he can block the strength of a battalion, he may not be the Xeon! Even if he is really Xeon, it doesn't matter. We just want to find out the backstage of Qingyu Newspaper. When I catch that person, everything will come to light."

"Brother Zongxian, don't be careless, the strength of the strongest is extraordinary! Although we can't send a mage artillery group up, there are other ways to deal with him!" said Master Shang Shuzhong, the official.

Zong Zhixing nodded and smiled: "The time is almost up! I'll take a trip myself and meet the strongest! After it's done, I'll take ten more points!"

The old people on the round table pondered for a moment, but did not express any objections.

Because Zong Zhixing made the shot himself, it was indeed worth the price!

It is not true that there is no Xeon in the Magic God City, but Zong Zhixing is a powerful Xeon!

It is precisely because he has the strength of the strongest that his small courtyard can become the intelligence center of the city of the gods, free from the control of the gods, and form a separate line.

In the current situation, in a state where the heavy artillery army of the mage cannot be dispatched, please ask Zong Zhixing, the strongest person, to come forward and hunt the opponent's strongest person. This should be the best choice.

At the same time, these old people are also very curious. They can invite a strong person to guard the Qingyu Newspaper. What is sacred behind that newspaper?