Lord God Xiaoyao

Borrow the three-foot bright moon, hold the two-sleeved blue dragon, light swords and move freely, and travel together with your friends!

Hao Xiang Xiong had a decisive battle on the top of Huashan, breaking the sky with one punch, smashing the void, and there was no one in the world.

Yang Qifeng goes back to the past, he has this hobby when he gets older, and likes to remember that year.

His gaze was slightly blurred, and he immediately expelled the idea from his mind. He stepped forward and stood behind this player, watching the opponent control his character.

This player is over forty years old, and despite the exhaustion on his face, the opponent is still playing intently.

The game character on the screen of the monitor is a disciple of Shaolin Temple.

With a big shiny bald head and a beige monk's clothes, he is holding a wooden stick in both hands at the moment, following the middle-aged man's movements, he is doing a series of high-end moves.

A set of combos is like running clouds and flowing water, full of rhythm, without any gaps in gaps.

An enemy in front of him was beaten back and forth again and again. There was nothing but the power to parry, but not the power to fight back. This middle-aged man was a game master.

Seeing this, Yang Qifeng stretched out his guilty palm and pointed it at the middle-aged man with a push. The middle-aged man who was continuously spinning the mouse and tapping the keyboard was directly staggering.

The mouse flew upside down all of a sudden, his face almost hit the monitor, he couldn't help but angrily, looking nervously at the monitor.

Because of this blunder, his opponent seized the opportunity, a three-foot long sword, constantly wandering and flying, the middle-aged man nervously re-control the game character.

But it is a pity that he has fallen into the rhythm of the other party now.

"Today next year will be your death day!" A bubble appeared above the opponent's character, and a paragraph appeared in the bubble, accompanied by the last sword light.

A long sword had been inserted into the monk's chest, and the monk fell to the ground, no longer moving.

You are dead!

The appearance of a few words gradually enlarged, gradually occupying the entire screen. The middle-aged man patted the desktop with both hands and slapped his head. He turned his head and shouted angrily: "Who is it?"

"Who pushed me just now,"

He glanced around, and immediately he was taken aback, because the people closest to him were at least seven or eight meters away, and there were still counters and other barriers. It was impossible to push him back on the same road.

He snorted coldly, pushed the sofa and walked away, Yang Qifeng slowly followed him, his gaze finally looked at the monitor, then the words you are dead, have already produced distortion in his eyes.

It was as if the corpse had been twisted and broken with bones, folded into these words, resentment and unwillingness were flooded in it, without any sense of novelty.

It's all the old-fashioned scenes. This is a kind of horror game. There is only one life when playing. After death, it is really dead. It will be reflected in the real world and let this middle-aged man die.

Yang Qifeng doesn't care about this, what he really cares about is the meaning of the big rivers and lakes.

The world of the big rivers and lakes is the world of exploration. Now it is enough to prove that the world of exploration is in the same world as the real world.

No, the world is not very specific.

Should use the universe, or chaos, or mother river.

Only the gourd baby world is in the past, and the others are all now according to Yang Qifeng's guess. This big world of rivers and lakes has extended its claws and successfully began to penetrate into the real world.

It will not be too late for other worlds, such as "Santa" will sooner or later come into contact with the real world.

Thinking about it this way, the Ziwei Great Emperor, who had been forced to be quite tall, would not know how many would appear by then.

This is not bad for him, the key is the heaven, a stronger world has the existence of heaven, and it is destined to be the result of chaotic battles between all sides.

The real world is extremely special, capable of attracting the main gods and the powerhouses of the heavens and worlds, and I don't know what secrets are hidden in it.

The world of big rivers and lakes has eroded into the real world, and Yang Qifeng has no surprises in his heart. Yang Qifeng has the idea of ​​the drop of source power that he obtained at the beginning.

After leaving the Internet cafe, the middle-aged man walked straight to his home, which is not far from here.

This is an old residential area. The walls of the floor are damaged in many places, and even a banner has been pulled below, and it says that the wall is peeling off. Please be careful.

If it is replaced by aura before it recovers, it will be dealt with early. Yang Qifeng knows that this situation is not the only situation. The world's science and technology are getting more and more advanced, but this is not a step-by-step development.

It is a sudden promotion, which is the result of de-emergence and encouragement, and there will definitely be great hidden dangers in it, such as the lack of universal welfare of some citizens.

For example, the welfare benefits of citizens in the humanitarian heaven, don't even think about it.

The middle-aged man pushed open the door and walked into the bedroom without taking off his clothes. He lay directly on the bed, his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

He just closed his eyes, and a cold touch came from his chest, making him shiver subconsciously, and opened his eyes involuntarily.

There is a three-foot sharp sword on his chest, which is stabs towards his chest. The sword has not fallen, but the cold breath has fallen. If this sword stabs, his death method is right with the game character in the big river and lake The general way of death.

He couldn't help but want to get up and scream, but he couldn't move his body at all and couldn't open his mouth.

The speed of the sword's descent was not fast, but he couldn't avoid it. He could only watch the sword drop little by little and pierce his chest. His eyes bulged, as if to protrude.

Yang Qifeng stood by the bed, holding this sword with one hand.

This ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ feels very different this time.

He seemed to have seen an extremely terrifying existence, and the abilities of evil, weird, dark, cursed, pollution, mystery, terror, heresy, depravity, etc. were not enough to describe the event.

With the increase of his strength, he has become more and more aware of him, so that he can understand his ignorance in the past, and the opponent is definitely more than Jinxian's strength.

But today, he saw the opponent's power again. He knew that the opponent should be called Da Luo Jinxian in Taoism, and the West could be called the main god.

The other party absolutely possesses the power of Daluo Jinxian. This is an evil god, a terrifying existence capable of conquering the world and destroying many worlds.

Sweat rose up behind him involuntarily, this feeling is that the mouse sees the cat, foreseeing natural enemies.

A sense of horror continued to fill his heart. His hands holding the sword trembled slightly, but instead of panic, Yang Qifeng was surprised. He whispered:

"It's this breath, I have thoroughly recorded it, I can't find you, but there is still the main god,"