The immortal world boss who was delayed by e-sports

At the end of the stone steps, at the entrance of the mountain, there suddenly appeared such a talisman with the power of the strong and the luck of a master. When it happened, the monks who attacked the mountain secretly thought that something was wrong—as the players knew, in the dungeon, NPC is not just a piece of holographic code, they have their own subjective consciousness in this game world.

Several people communicate with each other:

"Yan Zhongzhou has already been lured away by our tricks. Could it be that he had expected in advance and was on guard against today, and deliberately left such an isolation talisman?"

"No, that talisman was obviously drawn by the man at the mountain gate."

"Who is he?"

"I don't know."

"What should we do now?"

"Come on! I'm here to lead the order. Even if this sect can't be washed away with blood today, this mountain will definitely be flattened."

When the sound transmission was over, some well-trained monks immediately rushed to the front, stood in front of the talisman, cut their hands with a sword, and burned the talisman with blood.

This is obviously not the way of a decent monk: the talisman was burned, and the monk who offered the sacrifice was also burned with his soul.

The other monks just looked at it motionless. Among them were two other black-clothed men with sword blades attached to their palms, ready to follow up with the sacrifice at any time. They were a group of dead men who cooperated with each other.

Once the talisman was burned through a hole, he broke the talisman and entered, washing the mountain with blood.

However, what they didn't expect was that they broke the talisman powerfully with evil methods. After burning the talisman for a while, it turned around and devoured the monk who offered sacrifices with a more domineering and powerful force.

I saw the huge towering runes suddenly bursting with golden light, subsided in the blink of an eye, the corner of the rune that had just been burned recovered safely, and the monk who was sucked into the rune disappeared completely, leaving only the rune standing intact Heaven and earth, silent and majestic, unshakable.

The black-clothed monks took half a step back with their sharp knives in hand.

They were about to discuss via sound transmission again, but a figure walked out after seeing the rune.

The figure was dressed in a martial white dress, solemn and unremarkable, with no lines on the cuffs and fronts, and his face was really young and strange, making it hard to see his identity.

The sword in his hand has a sharp blade and sharp blade, which is comparable to Extraordinary.

The person holding the sword is definitely not an ordinary sect disciple.

The monks immediately thought something was wrong.

The person who came came was very calm, stepped out of the talisman, pointed his sword to the ground, and said unhurriedly: "Ask again, who is coming."

People are used to swinging.

A second ago, he felt that he was strong, so he became aggressive and said, "The person who will step down your mountain gate".

The next moment he felt that you were not too weak, so he saw the wind and changed his mind and said: "This is our personal grievance with Yan Zhongzhou."

The implication is that if you have nothing to do with him or have nothing to do with him, then don't interfere, and we don't want to confront you head-on.

Jiang Yu thought to himself: But I think so.

Who told you not to go with other plots, you must go with this "siege school".

Suddenly, a monk rushed out from the corner, the sword light was cold and quiet, with the momentum of breaking bamboo, fast and sudden.

Jiang Yu faced the headed black-clothed monk who was confronting him, as if he didn't notice the corner.

The blade light is approaching...

"Om-"

Something moved, but it didn't seem to.

Under the turbulent black cloud sky, no one moved in front of the towering huge rune, except for the black-clothed monk who came out suddenly and fell to the ground clutching his neck.

As well as the sword hanging by Jiang Yu's side, the still warm blood slowly dripping from the sword tip...

There is no sound on the stairs, the wind in the forest is silent and the trees are quiet.

Jiang Yu raised his eyes calmly, counting in his heart: "3, 2..."

"1."

A black-clothed monk came to meet him, and Jiang Yu raised his sword and pierced through it.

In an instant, the situation changed, and everyone rushed towards him.

With the momentum of crushing the sect, these people are bound to gather everyone's strength to end him on the stone steps first, and some people have even seen through his real rank at a glance from behind.

——He is the one who refines Qi!

The monks suddenly became angry.

Jiang Yu's figure was like the wind, and he didn't make any extra movements during his actions. He dodged and walked among the monks surrounding him at a speed invisible to the naked eye. His sword blade was like light, and he finished one after another.

"Disperse!"

The monks quickly realized that something was wrong, and stopped surrounding them to give away the head, flew back and scattered around the steps.

On the steps, in front of the giant talisman, a dozen corpses were lying, and Jiang Yu stood among them calmly.

He didn't chase, just stood there, raised his sword, flicked it lightly, and used his inner strength to shake off the blood on the sword.

He acted so normally, as if what he just killed was not a person, but a few fish, and what he threw was not a murderous sword, nor the blood on the sword, but a knife for scraping fish scales, and the scales on the knife. .

As for how he killed so many people in such a short time...

Whether they were lying on the ground or scattered around with their lives on the ground, without exception, they basically didn't see clearly.

They only knew that the speed of the white-clothed dodger was very fast, like a fish in water or balls on ice, but his sword intent was not murderous, calm and steady, where there was no wind, only dead souls.

The cultivators didn't dare to get any closer, they scattered and communicated through sound transmission, and began to attack from a distance with spells and magic weapons.

However, no one expected that the sword in Jiang Yu's hand was not just a sword, or it should be said that the sword was just changing with his thoughts.

——In the blink of an eye, the "Liuguang Sword" turned into a transparent barrier, covering Jiang Yu's head and body, while isolating the monks' spells and magic weapons.

Voice transmission among the monks: "Trap him!"

Just as someone was about to throw a magical weapon to trap people, the transparent cover was retracted, and the streamer sword reappeared, but this time it was not one, but countless swords spread out in front of the giant talisman, with the sword tip facing outward.

Jiang Yu also had one in his hand, but it was not a sword, but a ruler.

He tapped the ruler with his palm, and the countless swords around him were like an "army" fighting side by side with him.

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Inside the door, Donghai's captain suddenly said: "He knows how to use it."

Originally it was just a ruler, but later it was used as a sword. The ruler can be transformed into a sword, and then into other things. Changing one is changing, and changing many is also changing, and when changing many times, it becomes completely different. two things.

For example, the sword and ruler at this moment.

This kind of skill is not something that ordinary players can master. Even professional players, if they touch a high-level treasure such as a ruler, they have to get used to it for a while before they can change and use it as they like.

It's not long since Jiang Yu got the ruler, and he's never seen him change the use of the ruler before. It's just a short time at this moment, he can know how to use it all at once, and it's so smooth to run in with a high-level magic weapon like the ruler. ——

too!powerful!up!

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But here in Jiang Yu, this is actually nothing.

The places where the powerful minds are, let alone the rulers become swords, the swords become barriers, the barriers become countless swords, and with a ruler, even if it is to move mountains and divide seas, it is nothing more than that.

It can only be said that he is only refining Qi now.

Qi refining period, so let's go.

Jiang Yu knocked on the ruler, his thoughts moved slightly, all the swords seemed to have their own consciousness, and each rushed towards the monks near the steps.

All of a sudden, the impact of objects, the clamor of blades, and the shouting of people's voices can be heard endlessly.

Jiang Yu knocked on the ruler, and said silently again in his heart: 3, 2...

Suddenly, a black-clothed monk rolled onto the steps and lay down at Jiang Yu's feet, with countless sword points inserted into his back like a hedgehog, he raised his head and vomited blood: "Don't think that if you kill us, you will..."

Jiang Yu: "Well, I know, there are still people."

He has experience in the "encirclement and suppression of sects". The wave before the mountain gate is just a charge and test. The real encirclement and suppression is actually in the mountains, on all the paths that can reach the sects, even in the steep places, and even in the sky.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and glanced at the monk who was vomiting blood at his feet. The monk originally wanted to send a dying look of "Since you know, then you all wait to die", but the expression that should be put on has not yet been put on. The sword on his back stabbed his whole body and his expression clean.

Under the stairs, the last monk fell to the ground like rotten iron.

The swords were stacked one by one, and finally eight swords were made.

The eight swords did not stop, but flew in different directions. Seven of them were near the sect, and one was directly above the sky. Together, the eight swords drew exactly the same picture in the air as Jiang Yu had just done with his own handwriting. The eight symbols.

Together with Jiang Yu's one at the end of the stairs and in front of the mountain gate, these eight giant talismans surrounded and covered the entire sect, protecting them tightly, not to mention the monks, not even a mosquito would be able to fly in.

The disciples in the door were all shocked.

Of course, these talismans couldn't have been written by the sword, they were all written by Jiang Yu.

And these runes, which are formed in one stroke, whose strength and majesty can be seen between the strokes, stand in front of the eyes, around the body, and above the head not far away, as if silently telling all the professional players present:

Those symbols you wrote, what the hell.

It's all rubbish.

Lu Jing, who fought against Jiang Yu, and Chen Juefeng, who played PK on behalf of Jiang Yu, squeezed together from the crowd to Spinach, one on each side, holding Spinach:

Lu Jing: "Uncle Jiang is just your team manager? Say it again!?"

Chen Juefeng: "Just this talisman, just the ability to kill a group of people without blinking an eye, you said he doesn't want to play professionally?"

Spinach: Don't shake me!Don't shake, don't pinch!

Captain, it's really not good, let's persuade Xiaojiang again?

Don't let Lao Ma go this time, Captain, you go in person, Xiao Jiang is your fan anyway, the idol will definitely be able to pull fans into the team...

Ok?

Spinach turned his head, looked left and right: "Where's the captain!?"

In the crowd, He Mutian had long since disappeared.

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He Mutian couldn't help it either.

Who let him temporarily receive a "hostage" script.

Not long ago, not long after Jiang Yu stepped out of the giant talisman, a Daoist NPC ran over and whispered in a whisper, saying that Yan Chongzhou left something before going down the mountain, which was specially used to protect the disciples when the sect was in danger of.

Daotong NPC: "Please brother Mu Tian come with me."

He Mutian knew there was a fraud in it, but the plot of the dungeon had to go, so he followed Xiaodaotong away.

Walking to the courtyard where Yan Zhongzhou lived, he was knocked down by two masked men.

He Mutian was suppressed by the dungeon, so he could only continue to be a disciple of his powerless sect. If he was knocked down, he would fall down, and if he fell down, he would let the masked man take him away.

The time to take it away was neither too early nor too late, just before Jiang Yu used the protective array to completely cover the sect.

The two masked men took He Mutian to hide in the forest, and looked at each other when they saw this.

One said: "When did such a master come by Yan Zhongzhou's side?"

Another said: "The great masters in the immortal sect can rise and fall, and others can fly up and be relegated to restore their cultivation. How do you know that there are no other masters in this world that you and I don't know?"

"I also asked about it just now," asked the little Taoist boy who was lurking in the sect as a spy, "he said that the man was called an 'old friend' by Yan Zhongzhou, and he stayed in the sect to help discipline the disciples."

"Being an 'old friend' with Yan Zhongzhou," and being able to write such protective runes, "I'm afraid it's not an ordinary monk."

"The dead man who went to attack the mountain gate not long ago reported back through sound transmission, saying that the man was only good at refining qi, but he had the attitude of a master."

"'Tall' is probably not just a posture." There is also strength.

The two of them talked, then turned their heads to look at the runes surrounding the sect, "Forget it. I thought that Yan Chongzhou was not in the mountain, so I could give him some blood training, but now that there are experts to protect him, I'm afraid even if he can rush up, he will not be able to get up." There's not much benefit to be gained."

"The plan has changed, let them withdraw."

As soon as the words fell, in He Mutian's vision——

[As a disciple, you were unfortunately kidnapped, please quickly find a way to contact other disciples and uncles of the division for help. 】

He Mutian smiled from the bottom of his heart: Unfortunate?

He thought he was lucky today.

As for asking for help, his mouth is sealed by spells, his hands and feet are bound, his high-level strength is suppressed by the dungeon, private chats are frequently grayed out and cannot be used, and even the sound transmission skills are temporarily banned by the two people who tied him up. The only way that works...

While the two were concentrating on chatting, He Mutian turned over and rolled towards the most trembling slope nearby.

It rolled suddenly, fast enough, the bushes were crushed to the side, and the movement was loud enough, presumably the master with extraordinary strength must be able to notice it.

"Want to escape?"

As soon as a masked man raised his hand, he stopped He Mutian's figure rolling down the mountain.

With five fingers curled up and a volley grabbing, He Mutian flew back with his whole body.

The two masked men seemed to have realized what He Mutian wanted to do, they looked at each other silently, said nothing more, and were about to leave in a flash, when they suddenly heard a plain voice behind them——

"You two stay."

The masked man turned his head, and a monk in white clothes descended from the sky holding a ruler. He had an ordinary expression and a polite tone. Those who didn't know thought he was keeping someone for dinner.

Jiang Yu glanced at He Mutian, who was tied into a strip, and looked at the two masked faces: "You two leave as soon as you want, but it's too much to take away my sect's 'private property' without saying hello."

The masked people were not the group of monks just now. When they first saw Jiang Yu, they were stunned by this unhurried gesture.

Jiang Yu knocked on the ruler and looked at them, as if waiting for them to consciously return their 'private property'.

But the two masked men said: "Chongshan today, I didn't expect there to be such an expert as you."

Jiang Yu tapped the ruler and nodded.

Masked man: "You had a great time killing just now, you can rest assured that the other lurkers in this mountain have all withdrawn."

Jiang Yu continued to knock on the ruler and nodded.

The two masked men paused again, and were a little confused about his way again.

What do you mean?

Only then did Jiang Yu speak: "I said," with a calm expression, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Let it go."

As soon as the words fell, the bodies, faces, and eyes of the four of them shone with light.

The light is getting brighter and brighter, and brighter means closer...

A masked man raised his head and looked behind Jiang Yu: That's...

Another masked man ignored He Mutian and flew up: "Get out of the way!"

But seeing behind Jiang Yu, the giant talisman that originally protected the sect was tilted and fell down.

The golden runes are like fire and light, reflecting the figure and face of everyone on the ground.

Seeing that they were about to hide, the two masked men flew up, but Jiang Yu and He Mutian remained motionless.

The former didn't need to move, the talisman he drew couldn't hurt him.

the latter……

He Mutian was tied up and had no conditions to move. Of course, he didn't need to hide. With Master Jiang's strength, he believed that since he was found in time, even if the rune fell, Jiang Yu would not let the rune hurt him. he.

In He Mutian's consciousness and logic, Jiang Yu should either give him a protection so that the rune can't hurt him, or he should have already done it so that when the rune falls, it won't touch him at all.

however……

The runes were like a wall, falling solidly, not only hitting the two masked men who didn't have time to escape, but also "smashing" He Mutian.

But the difference is that when the masked man was "smashed", the masked man lay there motionless as if he had been run over by a bulldozer.

"Smashing" onto He Mutian, but it was like a feather falling on his body, not only painless and painless, but also gently covered, and a little golden light fell on He Mutian's martial white clothes.

He Mutian paused, looked down at his body, and raised his eyes again. Jiang Yu had already landed in front of the two masked men lying on their stomachs: "Withdraw? Don't worry?"

Jiang Yu said lightly: "You guys withdrew, how can I rest assured."

Saying that, the ruler in his hand shattered into countless light spots, scattered and flew down the mountain.

At the same time, at the foot of the mountain, one after another of light spots that suddenly descended converged into golden runes.

Those runes were as high as the sky and as wide as the ground, erected one after another like a giant screen, and then connected one after another, forming a closed barrier at the foot of the empty mountain, blocking the way down the mountain for all the retreating lurkers.

The lurkers looked at each other in blank dismay, and were about to fly up with their swords, only to see golden runes appear above their heads, which were bigger than the sky above them, pouring down under them.

Only then did the lurking monks in every corner and in all directions realize with horror that if they built a vertical enclosure and then built another cover, wouldn't this frankly encircle them in reverse and catch the turtle in the urn?

what happened?

what's the situation?

Some of them have already obtained the sound transmission of the masked man before he died, telling them to be careful not to fall the giant talisman.

Someone yelled: "These talismans can hurt people! Quickly, set up a formation, and protect those who have protection!"

But at this moment, strings echoed in the mountains.

The monks attacking the mountain were not stupid, they all knew that the tone must be deceitful, and they immediately blocked the five senses, especially the hearing, but it was useless at all.

Because the sound of the qin came from the qin in Jiang Yu's hands.

And facing such a piano, unless the grade is high enough, none of the monks attacking the mountain can isolate the sound of the piano by closing the five senses.

And no one has heard this qin music before, and no one knows the Guan Qiao and murderous intentions in it, it can only be heard as clear and light, like a cup of tea.

Tea, it smells good...

The people who heard the sound of the zither had hallucinations. In the illusion, they sat in front of the tea table, with a fragrance and steam, a cup of tea handed in front of them, and a long white and slender hand holding the cup. Holding the cup, holding it up, as if silently saying: Please.

Everyone took the tea, the aroma was tangy, and the tea was good.

Raise your glass, cover your sleeves, and drink it all in one gulp.

If there was not enough, I went to ask for a second cup.

On the platform at the mountain gate, Jiang Yu dialed the tune, and invited everyone to drink tea amidst the melodious and revolving piano sound.

after tea...

He plucked the last few notes, opened his lips and said lightly: "Seeing off the guests."

As soon as the words fell, all the lurkers in the mountain blew themselves up, their flesh and blood were like mist, and when the wind blew, they fell to the depths of the mountain forest. Soon after, they might turn into spring mud for the coming year, nourishing the shrubs and bushes.

Only a few people with high mana are still standing at the foot of the mountain.

Those people communicated sound transmission, and finally tried to leave. If they couldn't, they turned back to the mountain. Like the original group of men in black, they stood on the stone steps, facing the mountain gate leading to the sect, and there were pianos on the platform. , Jiang Yu with a sword in hand.

This time, no one talked nonsense.

Jiang Yu stepped out of the giant talisman and walked down the steps. Once Xindao's siege was successful, those in front of him would be the real killers.

After all, dead warriors are used to charge into battle, and ordinary monks are used to besiege and sacrifice their lives. Only these high-level immortals have the strength to survive to the end, and have the ability to raise the knife in their hands to destroy the sect at the end.

Isn't that what the teacher's school was like back then.

Jiang Yu was not dazed, he was sober, knowing that what he was seeing was not what it used to be.

But the more I know, the more I finish these people step by step until the end, the more I feel heartache for the teacher back then.

heartache...

He thought that after longing, his emotions and desires returned more and more fully.

Even my heart hurts.

And the more heartbroken, the more the most painful scene after scene flashed in the memory about the teacher.

For example, the senior sisters and brothers who were close relatives fell one by one.

For example, someone stood in front of him, blocked a sword for him, then pushed him away, and said to him: "Go quickly! Go down the mountain!"

For example, holding the things entrusted to him by his master, he rushed out the door in a daze, and looked up, from the platform to the stone steps, there were all the corpses of his fellow disciples.

And many years later, he questioned the head of the sect who fled at the time, his senior senior brother, why you had already run away before the dead men broke through the door completely.

The brother satirized: "I ran away, you ran away, you and I both ran away, that's why you are standing here today, and you are questioning me."

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the tip of the sword. A question that had troubled him for many years, he was here now, and he suddenly figured it out.

What to run or not to run.

If you do it again, what choice will you make.

The besieged have no choice at all.

Those trapped have no life, no ifs, only a dead end.

Those who survive should not think about any "ifs", because all memories, all "ifs" are disrespectful to those who have passed away.

Without them defending against the enemy with their bodies and procrastinating with their lives, how would his future come about.

His "if", his later memories and pains of his teacher's school time and time again, were nothing more than trampling on the corpses and souls of his fellow schoolmates at the same time in vain.

streamer.

Jiang Yu silently said to his former self: Let go.

Let go of your obsession with the teacher.

Isn't there a reason why you failed to cross the tribulation?

The past life is gone, the body is dead and the soul is resurrected, there are some things that should really be let go.

Jiang Yu figured it out, his heart tightened and relaxed, and his mind suddenly became clear.

[Congratulations to the player for breaking through Qi refining. 】

[Congratulations to the player for breaking through Foundation Establishment. 】

[Congratulations to the player for breaking through. 】

[Congratulations to the player for three consecutive promotions. 】

[Dungeon Reminder: Players ascend one after another, thunder disaster is approaching. 】

The black clouds surging overhead suddenly dispersed, and the sky cleared. At the same time, there was a flash of lightning between the clouds.

"It's Thunder Tribulation!"

As for Lei Jie, there is one biggest problem: it only recognizes areas, not people.

It is equivalent to saying that it cannot locate the person who broke through the realm and ascended.

As long as it strikes down, within the range it can strike, as long as it is a person, it may strike—unless that person's own thunder disaster is about to come—similar to other thunders that have enclosed their territory in advance, this thunder cannot move that person.

And the power of thunder tribulation accumulated for three consecutive periods...

The monks under the steps: ...

Disciples in the door: ...

Even for the sake of the uncle carrying the banner alone to protect the sect, everyone still wants to talk about lotus flowers:

Are you kidding me?

Uncle Master's third phase of mixed thunder, this thunder did not survive, and it was directly rebuilt in a large size!

Even the high-ranking monk NPC in front of the mountain gate bowed to Jiang Yu repeatedly, and said while bowing: Let them withdraw today. After the thunder calamity, they will come to the gate to learn in person.It's time to kill, it's time to die.

But let's forget about Lei Jie, the suffering of Lei Jie, the monks can forget about their own, and they really don't want to touch other people's.

Jiang Yu looked at the sky, but said nothing: As for who was the most psychologically shadowed by Lei Jie, it should be him who was struck to death by Feisheng Lei Jie.

Jiang Yu sniffed.

Not far away, He Mutian, who just came back, took the script of "Accidentally Kidnapped, Master Uncle Saved Me" and watched silently.

He also realized:

Ah~ afraid of thunder disaster.

Uncle Jiang, Liu Guang, it turned out that he also had something to be afraid of.

He Mutian sent a voice transmission to Jiang Yu: "Uncle, my own lightning calamity is coming soon, and your thunder should not be very good at hitting me."

Jiang Yu didn't even kill the monk, put away his sword and walked up the steps, over the giant talisman, and walked back to He Mutian's side.

Just like how he usually met in the library in the team, Jiang Yu raised his eyes and looked at He Mutian with dimly lit eyes: "Captain."

He Mutian bent his lips, and moved a little closer to Jiang Yu, arms touching his arms.

The people inside the door immediately reacted, and rushed to the platform, ran to the front, surrounded He Mutian and Jiang Yu, circled, circled, circled, circled, and circled three or four times: just squeeze together, just to avoid lightning together.

As for those high-ranking monks on the steps in front of the giant talisman...

In the words of Liu Guang: People are going to disappear.

The professional teams faced them, raising their hands and waving goodbye: Bye~

The sky was sunny and cloudy, and the golden thunder struck.