The Era of Game

47 Awesome

That is a static world.

Above the bamboo house that had been trampled on, the huge silver-armored sword beast hung in the air in a strange posture.

It is not unable to move, but afraid to move.

Under its left forefoot, it supports an arc-shaped airflow, and under the airflow, there is an ordinary wooden iron-headed arrow. The arrow is straight up.

Below, there was a man dressed as a hunter standing with his back to Wan Jingtian. The man was sturdy, with a single palm, holding up the arrow hanging between his palm and the silver armored sword beast.

What skill is this? ?

Wan Jingtian grew his mouth wide and couldn't believe what he saw before his eyes.

That's the silver armor sword beast that collapsed the bamboo house with one foot!

That's a silver armored sword beast that can shake the earth trembling tens of meters by walking alone!

How heavy is that guy? Dozens of tons should be no problem.

And that man, with only one hand and one arrow, steadily received such power and digested it invisible!

This is the real immortal! As for the guy who was dragged into the woods just now, he just wore a white robe full of fairy spirit!

Wan Jingtian's heart was surging, and he wanted to express his deep admiration to Daxian in the past. But as soon as he raised his foot, he suddenly realized that the silver armored sword beast was still alive there! The kind of guy who can turn himself out more than ten meters with a roar, let's stay away for now!

The hunter raised his other hand and pushed it towards the end of the arrow, and the arrow shot out from a bow, swiftly upwards, and penetrated into the swallows of the silver armored sword beast.

The arrow sank in and the blood splashed out.

The silver armor sword beast's eyes widened immediately.

Wan Jingtian, who was hiding behind a certain tree, also widened his eyes-in his judgment, it was just an ordinary wooden iron-headed arrow. Such an arrow could be completely submerged by throwing it out with bare hands. The body of the silver armor sword beast? You know, just now, Wan Jingtian's bamboo stick couldn't even get into its weakest eyelid!

But the arrow completely sank into its thick neck.

And this is far from finished.

The next moment, where the arrow sank, that is, the neck of the silver armored sword beast, a strong white light shot out from the gap between the cracked nails, and then accompanied by a loud noise, its neck suddenly exploded. open!

Cracked nail pieces and pieces of meat were flying around.

Then, the head of the silver armored sword beast hit the ground with a thud, and the hardness and weight of an iron ball smashed the ground into a deep pit. And its body, because it was in the position of a forefoot volley before, lost its center of gravity and fell in the direction of the hunter.

The hunter dodged sideways, dodged very quickly, his movements were simple and neat, without redundancy.

The body of the Silver Armored Sword Beast collapsed, and the ground shook violently. Wan Jingtian was several tens of feet away and had to hug the trunk to stand firm.

He was so surprised! That was the silver armor sword beast that had driven him into desperation twice, making him think it was absolutely impossible to defeat! With a body comparable to a fire engine, but more sturdy and heavier than a fire engine-so easy to be killed by a passing hunter?

Wan Jingtian opened his mouth wide and was surprised, completely unaware of when a person came and pressed a cold long sword under his chin.

The deadly sword beast just died, and another deadly long sword?

Don't you want people to live like this?

Wan Jingtian didn't dare to act rashly, and slowly turned an angle with a very small amount, squinting to look at the man with the sword under his neck.

It was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a shabby leather soft armor.

Wan Jingtian smiled bitterly, raised his hands to show that he was harmless, and then asked carefully: "What is this hero?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, his voice was cold: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Wan Jingtian was dissatisfied: It was clearly the question I asked first, okay? Why didn't you answer my questions first and then ask yours?

Seeing that Wan Jingtian didn't answer immediately, the middle-aged man raised the long sword in his hand slightly. Wan Jingtian took a breath of fright, and quickly raised his neck a little as the distance of the sword ascended to ensure that the sword would not cut his throat.

Okay, you're great, can't I answer your question first?

"I, being chased by that silver armor sword beast, lost my way, and I got here somehow." Wan Jingtian said, reaching out to the big guy who was already in a different place.

"So you brought that silver armored sword beast here?" Hearing Wan Jingtian's answer, the middle-aged man seemed to be even more angry than before.

Brother, no one said that your perspective on listening to questions is a bit unique? Didn't you ask me how I came? Why did the focus become how the silver armored sword beast came from?

Although you seem to be right.

Therefore, Wan Jingtian had to be more cautious when speaking, for fear of saying a word wrong, just like that silver armored sword beast had a different body and head.

But how to answer this question is the right answer that can save your life?

When Wan Jingtian hesitated, the hunter who killed the silver-armored sword beast came over. He shook his head at the middle-aged man who held the sword against Wan Jingtian's neck and said, "There is no one under the ruins of the bamboo house."

After this sentence, Wan Jingtian obviously felt the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. The middle-aged man said, "So people are still alive?"

"It should be." The hunter replied, "but where can he go? In addition to growing flowers and vegetables, he almost never leaves the house."

"Yes, what about people..." the middle-aged man murmured, thinking.

Suddenly, his gaze turned to Wan Jingtian again, fierce and majestic, and he asked sharply, "Have you seen the people in that bamboo house?"

Wan Jingtian just wanted to nod his head, but realized that the middle-aged man's long sword was still under his chin. If he nodded his head, wouldn't it be that he took the initiative to cut off his neck?

So he maintained a weird posture with his neck raised, and said, "I have seen it."

The middle-aged man and the hunter became excited when they heard the words, looked at Wan Jingtian together, and asked in unison: "Where are the people there?"

Ok? It seems that these two are in the same group, and they also care about the heart disease and sleepiness.

Knowing this, Wan Jingtian can feel a little relieved. After all, the person they were looking for, only he knew where.

Although that place is easy to find. But at least for the time being, only he knows.

This is the advantage of information monopoly.

While gently pushing away the long sword under his chin, he squeezed a mysterious smile and said: "Where is that person, I naturally know. But don't be so nervous. Put the sword down, put it down."

The middle-aged man sneered at Wan Jingtian's reaction, but still turned the long sword smoothly one hundred and eighty degrees, and then swished it into the scabbard behind it. He put his hands in his chest and said, "Say, where is the person?"