The law of the king of online games

Chapter 567 People are not frivolous

The 99 military training grounds in the Three Kings City are different, with layers of stands and watchtowers on the outside, and a circular field inside with a diameter of more than ten miles. Different training grounds have different battlefield terrains, some are swamps, some are mountains, and some are woodlands. , some are ice fields... Wait, wait, this first training ground is actually a grassland.

The blades of grass are more than one meter high, faintly green, and the wind blows like waves, layer by layer, wave after wave, but it is a chilling atmosphere.

There are some high platforms in the grass, and there are battle flags on the high platforms, which are originally for the two sides to compete in the training ground. Once the high platforms are occupied, you can set the pattern of the battle flags yourself to represent the territory of the battlefield.

At this time, on a high platform in the center of the battlefield, people from the madhouse are in full swing, and on another high platform not far away is a large group of people from the Temple of God. However, the other high platforms are not empty, but have players from other forces. There are even some disputes about grabbing the high platform.

The No. [-] training ground is now open, but those who can enter the grass field are not simple people, or most of the players who enter the grass field are unwilling to be just spectators.

At this time, I saw the old lunatic Saduoha stepping into the void, and Lord Zheyang stepping into the void. Opposite them, more than a hundred meters away, there was a handsome man in black clothes and black hair. Behind him stood two youthful and beautiful women in long skirts, who also stepped into the void!

These five people confronted each other, full of momentum, but it was not them who had the most aura in this training ground, but a one-armed man, that is... Deathcrazy!
Death Maniac also stepped into the void, with a dagger at his waist and a white cloak that was blown by the gust of wind and fluttered more than three meters long.

Behind him, there are two large flags more than 30 meters high, which are held by a stone man player and a blood-colored masked player wearing silver armor. On one side of the flag, there are three words "Death Madness Master", and on the other side there are also three words: "Reverse Current Army"!
Behind the stone man and the general armor player, there are more than a hundred players standing in the grass. They are in a neat formation, uniformly equipped with the ancient general armor, with a knife across their waist, and a blood-colored tiger face mask on their face, motionless!
Death Mad's troops did not occupy the high platform, but because of Death Madness and the two banners, they were more conspicuous than the Madhouse and the Extreme Temple in this grassland battlefield, forming a faint "three-legged stand" with those two forces!
In addition to these three forces, there are many players with strength, some of them are holding flags, or beating drums and shouting, but because of the lack of leaders in the town scene, even if there are many people, they can't compare with the lunatic asylum, the temple of the gods, and the death madness. The team is eye-catching.

Xiao Li stepped forward from the void, and gradually a wind dragon appeared under his feet.

The inside of the training ground was already empty, someone was riding a flying mount, but if he stepped into the void, he was the seventh person in the training ground who had this ability.

During this journey, Xiao Li's eyes were always glinting with blue light. His "glaucoma" is [Relentless Divine Eye]. Seeing more familiar faces, such as Juntong and Mo Zisang, and some covert players wearing masks or shrouded robes, Xiao Li felt that there might be a demon king in the grassland battlefield!

Faced with such a situation, he naturally couldn't help but feel agitated in his heart, but he stepped directly on the wind dragon to the center of the grassland battlefield. His footsteps stopped, and nine-pattern dragon steel emerged from his feet, but it turned into a flying sword throne and pierced the ground. Xiao Li had the word "sacred" on his head, and he was sitting on the throne of the Flying Sword with a golden sword. He forcibly squeezed out a piece of territory between the lunatic asylum, the extreme temple, and the troops of the death madness, so that the original three-legged situation was due to his alone The arrival turned into a confrontation between the four sides.

Such a strong performance naturally attracted the attention of many players. Saduoha, Zheyang Jun, the black-haired man, Death Maniac and others all looked at Xiao Li at this moment.

Xiao Li calmed down and raised his voice: "How can I be absent from this grand event?"

He doesn't care whether his identity will be found out by others, people don't frivolously waste young people, if they are not crazy now, when will they wait?

"Hahahaha!" The old lunatic laughed wildly, his voice shaking the surroundings, "Alright, alright, everyone who is supposed to come has come, so today I will kill everyone in the madhouse and teach everyone who is number one in the world!"

"The lunatic asylum is old, with high eyes and low hands, and underestimating the heroes of the world, I'm afraid they won't be able to pass the test of the Temple of Extremes!" The handsome black-haired man spoke, and his voice shook the surroundings.

"Hmph, then let's start with your extremely temple first, I hope you can still be so arrogant later!" The old lunatic glanced at the black-haired man, flicked his sleeves, looked at Death Madness, and shouted: "God King Alliance Also come to join in the fun, did you forget the previous three-year agreement?"

Death Maniac's voice was very cold: "The world has changed since the Three Kings City was born, and some people have already moved ahead of the times. If we don't act, and continue to hold on to the old thinking, I'm afraid we will be left far behind."

He looked at Xiao Li and asked, "Is it? Divine King Xiao!"

Xiao Li also looked at Death Maniac. He was not surprised to be called out of identity, but he said: "You guys should grow up insignificantly. If you are too profligate, be careful not to be taken over by your strength!"

"Hehe!" Sikuang shook his head and smiled, but there was a sharp light in his eyes.

At this time, Zheyang Jun said coldly: "Since this is the case, from this day on, there will be no taboos, no restraints, and strength will be respected! Don't say that I am deceiving others!"

"Strength is the most important thing!" The handsome black-haired player nodded, and looked at Xiao Li with great interest at the moment, "Are you Xiao Li, King Xiao Shen?"

Xiao Li simply showed his real body at this moment, and said: "Then you are a god? Dare to be an enemy of the madhouse, and you are just facing it, so brave!"

"What is this? In my eyes, there is no lunatic asylum at all." Jishen smiled, and said both righteous and evil: "Actually, I am an enemy of the world, and I only care about those who have the aptitude to become gods."

"Hmph! I don't know the heights of heaven and earth, children. If you don't run away today, you will all be beaten to death!" Saduoha flicked his sleeves and shouted: "Sikong Wuwu, you come to lead the battle!"

"Yes!" A middle-aged man with a sword on his back flew to the ground from the high platform of the lunatic asylum, first looked at Xiao Li meaningfully, then looked at the high platform of the Extreme Temple, and said loudly: "Sikong Wuwu, level 160, Xuanguang Sword Immortal, who will give me advice!"

"Hahaha!" A person came running from a distance, but he was not from the Temple of Extremes, "I am the leader of the Gale Alliance, Tiger-Eyed Knife Sang Dayou, ranked fourth in the original combat power list, can you let me teach the madhouse master first?" s method."

"The leader of the Pirate Vulcan Sect, Zhang Kongkong, also wants to compete with the master of the madhouse!" In another direction, a man in Tsing Yi rushed forward with his hands behind his back and his feet on the grass blades. He was brisk and very chic.

"And I, Sattam, a small country and weak people, a 160-level extermination walker, also want to see a real master!" A barefoot, bald white man with a black wooden stick came from a distance, and he looked sad. Wuxi put his palms together, but every step he took shook the ground, and the grass automatically parted in front of him to make way for him, which seemed extremely extraordinary.

There are also dozens of people riding flying mounts, scattered in all directions, and someone shouted: "We are war reporters, don't accidentally injure us!"

Sikong Wuwu raised his eyebrows, looked at Saduoha and Zheyang Jun, the old lunatic said: "Hmph, my lunatic asylum is going to fight against all dissatisfied people this time, kill or bury them! Sikong Wuwu, you don't have to worry about whoever refuses to accept it Opponent, kill, kill, kill!"

(End of this chapter)