[Sword Art Online] Qing Tong

The blood-colored sunset, the wind slowly rolled over, slightly surging the grass on the hillside.

Early in the morning, the thin figure was slumped on the ground in embarrassment. The scarf around his neck had long been broken into pieces, and the hood had slipped off his head. His long gold-like hair was scattered messily, revealing a panting face full of sweat. Face.

The picture in front of him was a little blurry, the solid figure buried deep in his memory seemed to be within reach, and beside him was another extremely familiar slender figure.

Is it a phantom, or is it really...

"Sorry, early in the morning. But, she is more suitable than you." The black figure said softly with an indescribable compassion.

Early in the morning, he froze for a moment, clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and suddenly raised his eyes full of panic and prayer.

"You are too weak, you can't keep up with me like this, and unfortunately, I don't have the patience to waste my energy for weak people anymore." After finishing speaking, the black figure pulled up the slender figure beside him. He was about to turn around and leave, and when he turned his head, the familiar long brown hair was raised high behind his head.

"I'm sorry, senior, I'm really sorry."

The two of them walked slowly towards the setting sun together, leaving only the early morning who was seriously injured and had already burst into tears.

The outstretched hands tried to chase the backs of the two——

"do not want!"

Sitting up suddenly from the bed, looking around, it was still the usual arrangement in the hotel.

In the early morning, I stared blankly at the time display on the control panel.It took me a while to see the numbers clearly

3:17

He brushed his forehead unintentionally, and it was covered with sweat. After careful feeling, he found that even his back was completely wet with sweat.

Just a... dream...

Slowly exhaling the obscure air in his mouth, early in the morning with empty eyes slowly buried himself in the quilt, the stiffness in his body has not completely dissipated.

Is it really just a dream?

Or is it an early sign of the inevitable trajectory of the future...

In the early morning, he turned over uncomfortably, and lay on his back with his limbs splayed, a little self-defeating.

Suddenly, I remembered that guy who was always dressed in black at the beginning. He obviously longed for warmth, but he forcibly isolated himself from the crowd. Because of this awkwardness, it seemed that what he left most for himself was always his back, probing in front of him. Guide yourself by looking around, protect yourself in front of monsters, and even silently help yourself to block the crowds when there are many people...

It's already past tomorrow, and I obviously thought I'd forgotten it long ago.

Early in the morning, he pouted sarcastically.

It was like the days when I discarded the vase that I only attached to men in order to survive, the days when I was abandoned for no reason, and I struggled to survive.

The loneliness and pain that seemed to be abandoned by the whole world gradually closed itself up, suffocating hard.

Sure enough, it's still annoying.

Early in the morning, I glanced at the time again:

3:43

With a sigh, he pulled out the panel, changed his clothes, and went out quietly.

Never get left behind again.

No matter what purpose it is for.

In the quiet wasteland, after night falls, there will be no hustle and bustle during the day. After all, not all people are willing and capable to improve their abilities in an environment where the dark tide is surging at night. Most people would rather compete for resources during the day than Willingness to venture out at night without being sure is especially evident in the higher tiers.

With the rapid rise of power in the past two months, the Knights of the Blood Alliance has also become a frontline guild that provides vitality for the raiders. Therefore, early in the morning, they did not deliberately find a suitable layer with fewer people and more monsters to spawn monsters. Instead, they directly reported to the nearby Wasteland advances.

"Gun shot—"

Accompanied by a yellow trajectory, most of the remaining blood tank of the monster in front of him was emptied, and quickly turned into pieces.

Panting slightly early in the morning, the knee fell involuntarily the moment the tension left the body.Staring blankly at the sword in his hand, his eyes became increasingly dry.

"It's really a powerful move, early morning." A familiar magnetic voice sounded behind him, and early morning immediately stood up straight as a conditioned reflex.

The hard defensive shell unfolded instantly.

"I thought you were just out to practice." So what do you mean by showing up to greet me? !

"There are still risks on the front line at night, and going out alone early in the morning, which has never been out at night, always makes people feel at ease." So what exactly do you want to do?

"Don't worry, I don't have much work to do today. I just want to improve my strength." After finishing the business, I'm going out to train alone in my private time.

"As a president, you must care about the members of the association, especially you are my only, one, vice president."

……

In the early morning, I felt that this guy was really annoying, and I was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with the other party. I rolled my eyes silently, despised this hypocrite again in my heart, and turned around in the early morning to continue my practice.

"Gun shot—"

The crisp voice, accompanied by the sharp sword intent, resolutely seemed to have no way out.

But... something still seems wrong...

"The attack is sharp, the damage value is high, the speed after the shot is fast, the hit rate and the accuracy are very high. The only disadvantage is that the connection is relatively reluctant, and it has not been well grasped so far, so it is difficult to retract in the high-intensity battle rhythm freely."

The embarrassing voice sounded again, and the brows were tightly frowned early in the morning, and the strength in his hands gradually increased.

"Didn't you stay in the room at night just to peek at your subordinates' private, personal, training, and training, plus being picky and sarcastic!" Early in the morning, he put away his sword angrily and faced a certain silver-gray haired bastard.

"Of course not, you know that even if you want me to be picky, it depends on whether the other party has the ability."

The same honest and generous smile as in the daytime is still dazzling at night.

Early in the morning, I felt a hot air in my chest constantly expanding, slowly occupying my mind, grievance, anxiety, self-blame, endless emotions rushed down in an instant, making her a little suffocated.

"Did you feel the gap because of the activities during the day? Of course, as the vice president who has been busy with clerical work, it is normal for the level to increase slowly. After all, not everyone can do everything well at the same time." Heathcliff said somewhat casually.

In the early morning, his eyes widened, and the volcano in his heart erupted instantly.

The left hand quickly pulled out the menu, and with a few touches, a duel application was submitted to Heathcliff.

"Hehe, you've become angry from embarrassment, but this can be said to be the last reason, it's actually a duel." Heathcliff calmly pressed agree.

"Shut up, you hypocrite! Get ready to pack your things and get out!" Waving the rapier in his hand early in the morning, his delicate voice roared,

"gun--"

"Crack-"

how come……

For a moment, he seemed to slow down his movements. Early in the morning, he watched helplessly that a red sword skill flashed across before his sword skill was fully activated. In a trance, he seemed to see Heathcliff's indifferent gaze sweeping across, and then The sword in his hand broke.

"Ah!!!" With the heavy blow, it was washed to the ground in the distance early in the morning, and the weapon was broken beyond repair.

It turned out that the weapon was damaged!

This kind of duel is easily defeated by the enemy!

Early in the morning, watching the hilt of the sword in his hand disappear in disbelief, his whole body trembled.

"how come……"

Heathcliff slowly withdrew his sword and walked to Qingchen.

"This is really...Although I expected that the level gap battle would show a one-sided form, but I really didn't expect such a huge gap in the overall combat adaptability."

In the early morning, he still lowered his head and looked at his hands in silence.

"To be honest, after these months of fighting, those who entered SAO have shown different attack differentiations, and they have become more clear about their roles in the team and the direction of the weapons and skills they use."

"Even Asuna and the others have made adjustments, but in the early morning, you seem to have neglected this extremely important evaluation process."

"The skill just now should be regarded as the development skill that I expected early in the morning, but at this time, the gaps in speed, reaction and other abilities that can be ignored in the early stage of the game are gradually revealed, and the light rapier and its own skill bias that you still use are already in line with your expectations. The skills have created irreconcilable contradictions."

"From my current observations, this skill is a high-attack and high-precision mid-range skill, and it can achieve different damage levels through the control of the attack point. It is really a pretty good skill, but when it is activated But it takes more time than normal skills.”

"In the early morning, you seem to have always been the melee output of the team with your strong combat intuition and level advantage, but is that what you are really good at?"

"If you can't accurately judge your own advantages, if you continue like this, you will only have wealth in your arms but will not be able to use it early in the morning."

Heathcliff squatted down slowly, put a small bottle into Qingqian's hand, and then brushed Qingqian's face with his fingers, with deep pity and sigh: "I think the vice president I personally selected should not be Such a stupid person... But if it really reaches that point, I'm afraid even in the early morning..."

"I can only give up."

Sitting blankly early in the morning, not even knowing when the other party will leave.Although Heathcliff always gave her a feeling that she couldn't trust her, but this time his words really woke her up early in the morning.

Although she has been busy working for a long time and ignoring the battle, her own ability has declined to a certain extent, but it does not mean that she has lost her basic ability to judge.

Reminiscent of the difficulties of fighting during the day, it seemed that early in the morning he had vaguely explored his real bottleneck.

What is the level is not an absolutely insurmountable gap, the strong will always abound in places you don't know, but how to become a unique winner among a group of strong...

The sky is gradually getting windy, and the black clouds seem to become more oppressive.