Duan Qing originally didn't want to come with Kidd to see it, but the reason why it ended up like this was that he couldn't bear Kidd's invitation, and he heard that things over there seemed to be related to adventurers, so he followed him. have a look.
In other words, are there players from Greenstone Village causing trouble...?
So powerful?
Uncle Smile and Xiao Hongchen were talking happily on the side, so they didn’t follow them. Anyway, everyone has been working separately these days. Even today’s training was the first time to participate together, so it was okay to be separated temporarily. Still used to it. Only Mengzhu, who had been staying next to Duan Qing, followed him. In her own words, she also wanted to see which player from Novice Village had such ability.
Maybe it's the Wuji Phantom God, and then she can... hum hum hum.
But when they got there, what they saw was far different from what they expected.
The place in front of them at this time was still on the road leading to Fenghua Town, and it was not very far from Fenghua Town. In front of them, the convoy going to and from Greenstone Village was parked there. A person who looked like a player was entangled with several NPCs who looked like guards. It seemed that... they were fighting several of them one by one. look.
Among the current player group, those who can fight several players are all monster-like characters.
Battles in the free world are hailed as extremely balanced battles by the existing game industry. There are no large amounts of data accumulation and move skills, nor are there god-level weapons and equipment and complicated skills - everyone is knocked down with a single blow. If you are a good person, a fight will be very fair. As for how you can avoid being hacked to death by a knife in a battle, and at the same time find a way to kill the opponent with a knife, that is a question that you need to consider.
But putting these things into a mage's battle is another matter.
Due to the current weakness of the player group, most players are focusing on further adventures and better equipment, which is an attempt to solve the fact that the human body is too fragile through methods other than their own attributes. So until now, Most of the development of fighting techniques and skills in the free world are based on the goal of facing the numerous monsters in the free world, which is the legendary PVE direction. As for PVP - battles between players - most of them arise from their respective vendettas, or competition due to conflicting mission goals, so they occur less frequently. From another perspective, it is so difficult for everyone to survive, and they can't even join forces. How can they have so many thoughts to fight with each other?
Therefore, large-scale battles between players in the free world, except for those inevitable wars between several major guild forces, are basically the domain of professional players. However, with the arrival of the new UEFA Cup, these things will be brought up again, and they will be valued and discussed enthusiastically by the majority of players. It's just that everyone has the dream of being the best in the world, but not everyone can make their dream come true. The gap between ordinary players and professional players will not be narrowed in a short time. However, this is slightly different in the free world, because everyone is fragile, so it does not seem to be a fantasy for a professional player to accidentally die at the hands of an ordinary player.
Duan Qing has already proved it once with actions, so he knows this well.
In his opinion, the player in front of him should be at the level of a professional player, but even so, it is really a big deal for one person to face the attacks of several opponents at the same time, and it is an NPC attack. When they came over, the battle should have been going on for a while, so Duan Qing still admired this player's strength - he actually persisted for so long.
But when he got closer, he couldn't laugh anymore.
"Jian Beidong, I really can't think of it..." On a carriage in the motorcade, a man wearing a black scholar's uniform was shouting. Although the voice was not high, the people present could still hear clearly: "When have we ever crossed paths, and you came to trouble me with such gritted teeth..."
"I have no grudge against you." The players in the field jumped back and avoided the attacks of the two escorts. While slowly circling in a certain direction, they answered the scholar's question: "It's just that I was insulted by others." Trust me, so I came to settle the account with you."
"Ha!" The scholar held the flute-like object in one hand, tapped the palm of the other hand, and laughed loudly: "When did...'Feng Wu Sword' also be used to eliminate disasters for others? Is it a good job?"
"Of course I don't know how to do this kind of business." The man was wearing a loose top and cloth trousers, which seemed to be for ease of movement. His top was not tied in the middle, as if his chest was open. However, the most eye-catching thing about this man is the tattered cloak hanging behind him.
The cloak was gray and riddled with tears, as if it had been burned by the embers of a fire.
The wind blows all year round in Fenghua Town, so not far from the town, you can see the catkins and flower petals blowing from the mountains, as well as the torn cloaks that were blown by the mountain wind. The man called Jian Beidong stopped walking around and began to slowly walk towards the carriage. Upon seeing this, the surrounding guards immediately surrounded him again.
"Not long ago, your Wizard annexed a small guild, and I guess you don't remember it either..." Jian Beidong paced, seemingly ignoring the encirclement he was about to fall into: "It doesn't matter, anyway. .....You just know it’s because of this.”
He lunged forward.
The dust under his feet was scattered backwards by this step, and Jian Beidong's entire body leaned forward while running. In front of him, two guards put their swords in front of them, trying to block his forward movement. Castration.
"drink!"
He was using a broad and thick sword. The silver-black sword body looked very thick and should have some weight. But at this time, he held the sword with both hands and dragged the tip of the sword to his side. The metal rubbed against the ground. Amidst the noise, he rushed in front of the two guards and made a sweeping sweep in front of them.
There were two clanging sounds, and the guards blocked the two attacks.
The huge force hit the sword, knocking their swords backwards. The two guards took a step back involuntarily, and then barely steadied their bodies. However, these few flaws are not enough to allow the opponent to break through their defense line, because using such a powerful move to repel them will definitely cause the opponent to bear a greater counterattack, even if his muscles are enough to allow him to survive the counterattack. The force and the inertia brought about by using this kind of sweep cannot be stopped at once.
Unless the opponent is a master of swordsmanship...or doesn't want to stop at all.
In front of them, the figure of the player did not stop. He stepped on ballet-like steps, spinning his body and pushing between the two of them. The powerful castration of the sword was integrated into the same direction by him, and he accelerated with his steps to draw a circle, and finally formed A wider sweep.
This is a full body sweep.
"Tsk, tsk, it is indeed the Fengwu Sword..."
The fierce wind blasted out as he fully extended his moves, and the whistling sword wind blew past the ears of the guards along with the sky full of flakes and dust. Although the instantaneous retreat saved them from suffering the fate of being cut in half, However, since then, the defense line composed of two defenders has been declared broken.
"But just to this extent, I'm still safe."
As the scholar finished speaking, two more bodyguards stood in front of him. Together with the two people who were scattered to the left and right, they formed a faint encirclement. Behind him, two more bodyguards slowly approached. Blocking his way.
Outside these six people, more guards stood there, holding shields or crossbows, staring cautiously at the figures in the field.
"People inside, listen." The guard captain standing on the roof of another carriage shouted again: "You have been surrounded by us. Seeing that you have not caused any casualties, stop immediately and put down your weapons. We can Consider letting you live..."
"Huh, hehe, hahahaha..."
Before the captain finished speaking, Jian Beidong was already laughing and walking forward again. The circle of encirclement in the field also moved slowly as he moved forward, but no one dared to take action.
"I am a swordsman who is good at attacking, you should know that."
In the battlefield where only the sounds of footsteps and breathing were left, Jian Beidong finally stopped. He slowly raised his weapon, stroked his broad sword with one hand, and lowered his head and said.
"So from the beginning, you never let down your guard. There is no need to say those words to test me again..."
The scholar standing on the carriage shaft stopped slapping his palms with his flute.
"Speaking of which, your 'ghost calculations' strategy has been highly praised by the outside world, but there is no mention of what your weapons are..."
"Isn't it the thing in your hand?"
The scholar's eyes narrowed.
In front of him, the man standing surrounded by the crowd suddenly bowed and then jumped up from the ground!
A man jumps very high. This is a very common thing in ordinary virtual games, but in the game Free World, it is almost difficult to do because this is not something that can be solved with character attributes alone. .
But the man jumped in front of him with this gesture.
In desperation, the scholar raised his hand and held the iron flute in front of him, trying to block the critical blow, but the power of this blow could be imagined with such a move. Being so close, Fusheng Limeng could clearly see the sneer on the other person's face, as well as the cold light of the broad sword that was close to him.
The sword struck the flute accurately.
The scholar's face was a little surprised - with Jian Beidong's strength, there were thousands of ways to send him back to the hotel with this sword just now, but the opponent didn't make any changes and just slashed at him with one sword. With his own attributes, he couldn't catch it this time, but at most he would be knocked away and not die...
As he had guessed, the scholar flew backwards and crashed into the carriage behind him. At the same time, the scholar also understood why the other party did this.
A big fireball flew over his head and hit the figure accurately.
The violent impact inside the carriage was drowned out by the huge explosion, and the rushing figure was pushed far away by the impact. Those who were close were also shaken by the sudden explosion. Those who were far away were forced to block the fierce firelight with their hands, and then looked into the sky, trying to find the figure of the swordsman. Or rather a corpse.
Such a violent explosion... he must have died.
From a distance, Mengzhu, who was following, said excitedly: "Wow, he won't just die like this... Could such a strong person just die like this..."
"Probably... not." Duan Qing looked blank: "He will block it with his sword..."
In the rising smoke, the figure of the swordsman finally flew out. He kept flying back with both hands holding the sword rung, then adjusted his posture in the air, and finally landed steadily on the ground in the distance. The fire from the explosion was still on his body. Although he extinguished it with a few blows, his appearance still looked a little embarrassed, and the cloak behind him seemed to become more shabby as a result. His hair was also burned and curled due to this sudden attack, and except for his face, the rest of his face was also blackened by black smoke. But judging from his expression, he didn't seem to care about his image, but his indifferent eyes were still staring at the carriage over there.
A huge figure in red robe emerged from inside.
"Jian Beidong, it's been so long..." The strong man's voice came from the mouth of the man in red robe. Even those who were shaken by the explosion just now can hear it clearly. Hearing his words: "But for you to come to my 'Vizzard' door like this, it seems... not very authentic, right?"
"This is not your territory, how can you invite bullies to come to your door?" The embarrassed figure in the distance patted his loose pants and spoke a little carelessly.
"Haha, it seems to make some sense." The strong man laughed, and then stared: "But, does it also make sense for you to kill my people casually?"
This question was so loud that several surrounding guards involuntarily stepped back. However, for someone like Jian Beidong, such a deterrent was naturally useless.
"The person who killed you is naturally justified. This..." The man in the shabby cloak put the sword back on his back, and then clasped his fists: "I believe you, President Sunset, understand very well."
"So..." He sneered: "We are all the same people, and no one can deceive anyone."
He put his hands behind his back and began to retreat slowly. When Captain Paz in the convoy saw this, he started shouting at the top of his lungs: "Stop! You, the lawless person who attacked the convoy, do you want to escape..."
He shouted righteously, but unfortunately his momentum was too low. The other party seemed to ignore his meaning and continued to retreat. Just as he was about to disappear from everyone's sight, the captain began to become anxious: "Kidd ! You’re just standing there and watching dumbly, why don’t you stop him quickly..."
"Oh, I just heard that someone was making trouble, so I came here to take a look." Kidd shook his shiny bald head and said with a smile: "I didn't say that I was here to help."
"Isn't that right, brother Mo Shang Qingshan?"
"Yes." Duan Qing also laughed.
