Game Tycoon Reborn

These men in black may not be interested in hunting down those bloody common people, but they will never hold back the caravan guards who have already caused casualties to their companions. They must kill them all in order to make an example.

But at this moment, the passionate citizen Wang Sanlu and the others turned back again. There were only a dozen of them, and they fell into the encirclement of men in black. When they suddenly looked up, they realized that they were surrounded by men in black with sharp knives. The number is ten times more than theirs.

Wang Sanlu really saw it clearly this time, the eyes of those men in black shone with a cold and cruel light, looking at them was like looking at pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

There was a wry smile on Wang Sanlu's face. At this last moment, he suddenly thought of his blind old mother and big-footed wife, and then he remembered what his own father who could break big rocks on his chest told him when he was a child. words.

"The direction of righteousness, although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go!" The old man's voice still rang in his ears, and Wang Sanlu laughed.

Because he thought of a very funny thing, this sentence may be the most level sentence that his father, who can't read big characters, has said in his life.

As a son, for the sake of a bold statement in his childhood, he will probably give up the more than [-] catties here today. If a person lives for a lifetime, and the grass and trees have a spring, he can die happily, and it is worth it!

Wang Sanlu thought that he was bound to die, but when he buried his head and rushed forward just now, he didn't care too much, thinking that he finally had some strength, not much different from those men in black.

In fact, thinking about it now, it should be because of those men in black who released the water.

This time when they really faced those men in black, they realized how big the difference in strength between the two sides was.

There is a vast difference between not being afraid of death and knowing that one is going to die soon.

Wang Sanlu is not afraid of death, but that doesn't mean he wants to die.

He held the saber tightly, his fingers were too hard, his knuckles turned white, and his wrist began to tremble slightly, involuntarily.

The conditions of those who stood beside him were not much better.

They are all ordinary people, how can they not be afraid when they are really facing death?

"Don't panic, hold on. We are here for the common people in the world. We are afraid of a ball!" Wang Sanlu didn't know whether to cheer for himself or his companions.

There was a fierce light in the eyes of those men in black, cold and cruel.

After that, they all raised their sharp knives and surrounded Wang Sanlu and the others.

Dazzling lightning flashed in the hands of the mages in black on the periphery.

If they were serious, they would probably be able to kill Wang Sanlu and the others with a single attack.

In fact, from the very beginning, those men in black didn't take these ordinary people seriously.

Maybe it's because many of them actually admire and envy this group of ignorant and fearless people.

But when his own life and future are in front of him, this kind of appreciation and envy becomes completely unimportant.

But at this moment, the reason why this group of men in black did not do anything was because their superiors had ordered them to drive these people into the newspaper office.

Then after they broke through the newspaper office, they would burn it to the ground and pin the riot on the heads of these ordinary people.

Just when Wang Sanlu thought he was going to die, the starlight above his head suddenly dimmed.

Then, he found a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was a good-looking young man who looked a little familiar.

Then, the young man smiled at him and said, "Brother, I will borrow the knife in your hand."

Before Wang Sanlu came back to his senses, he realized that the saber in his hand had somehow entered someone else's hands.

Immediately afterwards, the black iron saber handed down from his father suddenly burst into dazzling light that he had never seen in his entire life.

The light of the knife is like snow, spreading out in all directions at the same time!

All the men in black standing in front of this wave of swords fell to the ground like harvesting wheat.

No matter what level they are, what occupation they are, or what equipment they wear, none of them are spared.

Then, the young man who looked very friendly said without turning his head: "You all retreat one after another!"

Wang Sanlu and his companions narrowly escaped death, and hurriedly retreated according to their words.

Lu Menglin lightly swiped the saber in his hand, and a knife mark about three feet long was clearly visible, completely splitting the bluestone slabs on the street.

This knife seems to be drawn casually, but this knife energy is extremely sharp and sharp.

Cutting hard bluestone slabs with knife air is even easier than cutting tofu.

Everyone present was startled. From their point of view, the weight of this knife was so light, it was obviously not something that ordinary top experts could do.

After the group of men in black froze for a moment, they all exchanged glances.

At this moment, the sorcerer who was among the black-clothed crowd got an order and acted brazenly.

They blasted their long-prepared magic skills at the young man in front of them.

Lu Menglin jumped up in an instant and jumped into the air.

Seeing this scene, many people couldn't help but subconsciously exclaimed.

Because this jump is obviously not wise, it is not a good choice to avoid magic attacks.

He was in mid-air and had no way to use his strength, so he became a living target to attract firepower.

For a while, what thunder and lightning, ice roar, flash movie, fireball!All kinds of magic attacks blasted towards Lu Menglin who was in mid-air like a gust of wind and rain.

No one can survive such a high-intensity magic attack, not even a level 45 warrior.This is the true thought of the vast majority of people present.

However, something strange happened.

Those powerful magic attacks fell on Lu Menglin's body, but they had no effect.

And a bloody oval shield appeared around him in time, blocking all attacks.

This blood shield is similar to the magic shield technique of the mage profession, but the color is slightly different, it is the color of blood!

Lu Menglin manipulated the blood shield technique with his incomparably strong qi and blood power, and his defensive power was only higher than the magic shield technique of the magician profession of the god nation.

And more importantly, Lu Menglin also integrated his own understanding of the laws of the field into the blood shield technique, and he also has a body of anti-magic equipment. No matter how powerful those magical attacks are, they will hit him. Worse than a tickle.

At this time, Lu Menglin, who was in mid-air, caught the fleeting fighter in time, and like a preying goshawk, swooped down and plunged into the camp of the men in black.

In an instant, the saber in his hand erupted with incomparably gorgeous saber energy again, and each knife easily caused a beheading effect. Killing those men in black was like chopping melons and vegetables.

The men in black suddenly fell into chaos, and they retreated incessantly.

Lu Menglin was capable of killing. He punched with his backhand, and the punch exploded into the air, sending a black-clothed warrior trying to attack him from the left side flying. Then he swiped his backhand three times. The three stupefied mages easily killed them.

Then, he simply did it in one go, and directly changed to holding the knife with both hands, and while vigorously jumping and slashing, he slashed a sky-opening slash!