However, these players in the West District were not as bad as he expected, otherwise they would not have survived the attack of armor-piercing bullets.

What's more, Ming Shisan had a fight with the Crazy Swordsman and experienced the ravages of beasts and floods. Even if he didn't suffer too serious damage, his mental state would not be full.

It is said that the vice-president of Huangtu is famous for his miracles through not very bright methods, but compared to the evil deeds, the Western District is the ancestor.

Ming Shisan realized something was wrong within two minutes of being arrogant. These hairy monkeys were much more difficult to deal with than expected. They simply did not confront him head-on, and scurried away every time he came close. But you want to

When I was leaving, they gathered around me again, which was really annoying.

Ming Shisan's eyes were gloomy. This was the first time he had encountered such an opponent. It was really hard for him to start. He didn't want to waste time with these people, so he said: "It's useless for you to come to me. The Grouper Tiger is in Fuyao's hands.

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This is true. Even Ming Shisan himself did not expect that someone would come to cause trouble halfway. He seemed to be empty-handed. Apart from the so-called enemies, there was no reason to bother him at this time.

But he believed that he was not involved with the players in the West District in the miracle, or that he didn't bother to get involved, so these people in front of him seemed very strange.

"Dad, do you need a reason to trouble you?"

A very rogue person named "The Man in the Stone Crack" said, obviously he did not intend to give up just like that. It can be seen that their target is either the Grouper Tiger or the Thirteenth Pluto!

Tong Lin counted and found that there were six of them in total, and the mechas were all only level two. If they were head-on, they might not be able to defeat Ming Shisan, a level three mecha, but they would win because they were obscene enough.

, knows his own shortcomings very well, so he never gives his opponents a chance to take advantage of them.

Looking at their fighting methods, Tong Lin actually felt that they were a little friendly, and they were truly Zhiluogan.

In the West District, the first thing people guarantee is always their lives, because only by staying alive can they have a future, which also leads to everyone's fighting style being reflected in it.

Once you sense danger, retreat in time, never hesitate to fight, and wait for the opponent to withdraw their moves before harassing them, which will eventually grind them to death.

The young man had never seen such a battle, and he knew how disgusting it was.

It is because of this that Zhiluogan players are even more unpopular with people in other areas, and will never get involved with them unless forced to do so.

But in miracles, you can't just draw a circle and say it's not involved. Before, it was okay. Everyone was doing tasks in their own fields. Because the teleportation scroll was too expensive, they were reluctant to use it. It was the most innocent period.

But after the points trading system goes online, I'm afraid things won't work as expected.

Even if it has only been two days, I can still imagine the chaotic scene in the future where each other will rush to different areas to gain points.

Ming Shisan saw that he couldn't get rid of these people, so he could only fight against them.

He can't make too much noise, otherwise he may accidentally attract players from other guilds and they may update and kill him.

Level three mechas still have advantages after all. Both their defense and attack power are much stronger. What's more, Ming Shisan himself is not an easy character to deal with. After he decides to take action, he attacks as fast as lightning and the shadow of the god of death.

The sickle hooked towards the person in the crevice of the stone with a stern momentum!

Although the Death God is a warrior mecha, it is not slow at all. It does not even look at other people and locks its eyes firmly on a prey.

The man in the stone crevice was about to retreat, but he didn't expect that the other party had already buried a cannonball behind him. The explosion did not cause much damage, but it disrupted his rhythm.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ming Shisan stepped forward, leaving an afterimage of the shadow scythe in the air, and successfully hooked one of the Berserker's arms!

However, when the others saw this posture, no one stepped forward. Instead, they turned around and ran away without any intention of rescuing.

This is really unexpected. Ming Shisan still wanted to catch them all in one go, so seeing this, he could only deal with the ones in front of him first.

But the person in the crack in the stone was more ruthless than he imagined. When he saw that he couldn't run away, he made a prompt decision and broke the hooked arm, and then disappeared in a hurry, scurrying faster than a monkey.

quick.

Ming Shisan was startled for a moment, but did not chase after him. Instead, he turned in the opposite direction, preparing to take the opportunity to get rid of these troublesome guys.

But he had a good idea. If he could get rid of it so easily, then it would be impossible for several players in the West District to chase him here.

Therefore, the God of Death was entangled again before he could run very far, like a toy being teased, unable to be beaten or run away.

Tong Lin felt tired just watching.

But he doesn't think that these West District players are really looking for trouble because they don't like Ming XIII. People who support Luo Gan are right to hold grudges, but compared to interests, all grudges must be ranked behind.

Then why they target Pluto Thirteen is very subtle.

But now they are fighting well and can consume each other for a while.

But Ming Shisan must not be left in the hands of these people!

Tong Lin looked at Feng Jiu and when she nodded, he quietly found a cave and got in.

Feng Jiu lurked in another direction.

The canyon mission has been delayed for a long time, so it is better to complete it as soon as possible, so Feng Jiu is going to deal with Ming Shisan and several players in the West District together, while Tong Lin is responsible for the vigilance and taking care of the monsters that are attracted to it.

After all, their current location is not remote. If someone comes out of the valley, they will probably be able to find some traces.

Fuyao and San Zi Zhen Jing don't have many remaining members, so it won't take long for the battle to come to a conclusion.

But the most important thing is that if the time is extended too long, so-called reinforcements will inevitably appear.

Feng Jiu and the two of them are no more numerous than those in the big guilds, and things will be really bad when that happens.

After a while, Ming Shisan still managed to eliminate two players from the West Region, and the remaining four were more or less injured.

However, he himself is not intact. The Death's Shadow Scythe was self-exploded by a player, causing tiny cracks. If it can no longer withstand the powerful attack, it may be scrapped at any time.

The vice-president of Huangtu doesn't feel very good right now. The realization that he suffered a loss at the hands of the Western District players makes him feel very bad. If he is really eliminated by these people today, then all his face will probably be lost.

It's all going to be lost.

He couldn't accept such a result.

Narrowing his eyes, Ming Shisan glanced at a dense bush from the corner of his eye, and got into it when he got the chance. It was more suitable for him to perform in a place with more obstructions.

But as soon as he entered, he instinctively sensed the danger. His pupils shrank and he was about to retreat, but it was already too late. A long sword that had been ambushed quietly approached his chest and penetrated the driver in an instant.

cabin!

[Ding! You have been brutally killed by Feng Jiujian!]

By the time Ming Shisan came to his senses, the screen was already gray. He was silent for a while, and then he squeezed out three words from the gap between his lips: "Feng Jiujian!"

Death came so quickly that he didn't feel the pain, but similarly, he didn't have any chance to resist.

In the game, Feng Jiu drew out his sword blade and watched as the God of Death fell and a bunch of things fell out from his side. It was the blood and sharp claws of the grouper tiger that had been taken away by the emperor!

Sure enough, this mission is not that biased. The small things can indeed be put into the backpack, but they cannot be truly owned until they leave the canyon. Once they are killed, they will fall again.

Feng Jiu quickly collected his things, but several players in the West District were still somewhat shrewd. They realized something when they saw Ming Shisan's name on the standings dimming, and after looking at each other, they suddenly broke out.

The firepower was increased, and all kinds of beam cannonballs were fired at her location!

"Boom boom boom!"

Feng Jiu raised his arms and fired small cannonballs intensively, almost intercepting all the opponent's attacks in mid-air. The two sides collided and exploded with powerful power.

"Holy shit!"

The players in the West District couldn't help but cursed: "Who is he?"

Not even Pluto Thirteen could have stopped all their attacks so accurately!

This single move was enough for them to understand what kind of opponent they were facing. A few of them came to their senses and almost ran away without even looking back.

But it was too late to run away at this time. Feng Jiu could not give them another chance to come back and cause trouble. He ducked behind the man in the crack of the stone and stabbed the berserker's cockpit with his long sword!

"Bang!"

[Ding! You have brutally killed the people in the crevices of the rocks!]

The cold voice of the system rang in his ears, but Feng Jiu was already in front of another person in an instant...

In less than five seconds, the four West District mechas were lying in the canyon in a daze, and they would not disappear until the next time they came online.

Tong Lincai put on his posture, but it was already over without doing anything. He could only get out again: "Did you get it?"

Feng Jiu nodded, and the boy immediately smiled with white teeth.

But this is not the end, no matter how greedy they are, Grouper Tiger and the others still have to fight for it.

A detector had been left there for a long time, and the two of them quietly touched it, but slowed down before they even got close.

"Something's wrong, why haven't you moved for a while?"

Tong Lin muttered a little. They had left several marks. It would be fine if one or two of them died, but what happened if they didn't move? They couldn't be so unlucky, right?

But when he turned around, he saw that even the names of Crazy Swordsman and Skywalker were dimmed.

"It's impossible that they died together, right?" The young man was surprised.

It was just a mission, so it's a bit weird to say that the two big guilds fought so fiercely.

But caution is always the right thing to do. Feng Jiu was always observing his surroundings. Except for occasionally seeing scrapped mechas, there were no other abnormalities. He soon reached the point shown by the detector.

However, when they saw the scene in front of them clearly, the two of them fell silent at the same time.

They saw Fuyao Wanli and the Three-Character Sutra players lying on the ground, their deaths simple. Feng Jiu also saw Skywalker and Crazy Swordsman among them.

These two so-called masters were both killed when their cockpits were exploded. It looked like they were attacked by a sneak attack.

It's just that mechas are different from people. There are some clues about their expressions and status, so no one but themselves knows the specific situation at that time.

But now the result is like this, the two major guilds are all dead, and the grouper tiger is missing.
To be continued...