The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

At 1:55 in the afternoon, Allen had arrived on time in the ring number 069 on the playing field.

However, his opponent has not yet appeared.

The light at this time is dazzling, exposing everything on the earth, the fiery light is blazing hot, shining on the skin, as if it is about to ignite the skin.

Allen squinted slightly, but didn't feel any discomfort.

Such sunshine is just right for him.

Three minutes later, Allen's opponent came to him as expected.

However, Alan's face has a somewhat surprised look.

Of course, it wasn't that this person had encountered him in the previous five games, or that it was the members of the Dawn Empire in his same camp.

After all, according to the rules of the game, although the first round of points accumulation is random, it will not be ranked to the same opponent.

Moreover, in order to reduce internal friction, no one from the same power will run into each other in the first round.

The reason Allen was so surprised was because the guy on the opposite side was of the same force, or race, as the last opponent he met in the morning.

Elf King Court, the Elf clan.

Alan's complexion was solemn and steady, his eyes seemed to open and close, and his sharp edge appeared.

But in my heart, he was puzzled, because in the opponent's body, he felt a sense of hostility.

This kind of hostility is different from the desire to win and the willingness to fight against the strong, but a simple malice that wants to teach him a lesson.

But Allen can be very sure that he has not seen this person before.

Therefore, he was a little puzzled for a while, wondering if his memory was wrong.

"Although I really want to thank you for keeping your hands this morning, but there is no way, my sister has to let me teach you a lesson."

"So, don't worry, I will act lightly."

The elven man with a handsome face and a slender figure on the other side suddenly smiled and said with a little bit of evil intentions.

"So that's it." Hearing this, Allen didn't worry much, but murmured suddenly in his heart.

He also figured out what was going on. Since he hadn't seen each other, then the two must have had indirect contact in other ways.

And the other party has already said very clearly. The elf girl he won this morning was his sister. Then the fate was so strange that the other party happened to be in line with him, so he came to avenge her sister.

"Oh, you sound pretty confident?"

Taking a look at the countdown to the light curtain still floating in the air, Allen chatted with the other party with great interest.

"Alright, so far I haven't encountered a player who can fight."

Although he said he wanted to squeeze Alan down, the other party's tone was still gentle and gentle, as if a highly educated gentleman was patiently answering Alan's questions.

"Coincidentally, so am I."

Hearing what the other party said, Ellen was not surprised. After all, after seeing his strength, the elf woman dared to ask her brother to avenge herself. She must be extremely confident in his strength.

So after knowing the reason, Allen had some expectations for the opponent's record.

However, this thing is still not so reliable when there is not enough base support.

After all, it's only five games. If you are lucky, it's not impossible to get a high score when you encounter some weak players.

Leonard, too.

Allen is not questioning the opponent's strength and preparations for it.

But are Ms. Kelly and Mr. Delia's efforts and experience over the years a joke? If you say it more truthfully, these two are definitely better than Leonard.

But the points of the two of them did not surpass Leonard in the end.

Among them, if you say there is no luck, Alan definitely doesn't believe it.

Therefore, compared to the words the other party said, Allen was more concerned about the other party's figure, momentum, and some traces revealed by the whole body.

His gaze wandered, and he quietly swept across the opponent's body.

However, when the line of sight was projected onto the opponent's arm, Allen curled his lips insignificantly.

Who said that the elves are weak and weak, the guy in front of him is a proper and strong man.

Although the opponent's state is extremely relaxed, Allen can be sure if the opponent really fights.

The flared muscles in the arms can definitely make those who believe in the grace of elves and never agile doubt life.

However, seeing this, Allen also had some guesses about the opponent's career.

Judging from the opponent's physical shape, strong and slender arms, and hands that are as bright as jade but with a little indestructible luster, Allen feels that the opponent's eight achievements are a [shooter] or a similar profession.

After all, such a proper proportion of the body, like a bee-backed body shape, is too obvious.

However, the police officer guessed this, but Allen's face became more serious.

Although the former Alan didn't even know the existence of the Elf King Court, the current Alan knew a lot about the Elf King Court.

He knew very well that for spirits who adore nature, bows and arrows that have been passed down for countless years are not easy to give up.

In other words, the opponent he faces is not the [new shooter] he is familiar with and the steampunk civilization that has been rejuvenated, but the most original [ancient shooter].

Since the other party dared to do this, it means that the other party has strong confidence in his own strength.

Allen cast his gaze away without concealment, with a deep exploration and seriousness.

Also, the kind of dignity that doesn't take it for granted.

For this kind of gaze, the other party just smiled gently, and didn't say much.

Allen nodded indifferently, as if he hadn't noticed it, but there was a movement in his heart, replacing the long knife of 100-refined steel that was about to be taken out with a long knife of silver rank.

Yes, the long sword of the silver rank.

After all, Allen's tailor-made weapons have not yet been completed, and this game is a simple difficulty that is destined to be impossible to push all the way.

Under this circumstance, a hand-held weapon is extremely precious.

Of course, this long knife is not a good fit, at best it can be used.

Because of this, Allen didn't even pay attention to his name.

He only hopes that the firmness of this long knife will be as advertised and will not disappoint.

Yes, sturdiness.

When Allen picked the knife, he didn't pay attention to any sharpness or special effects. What he wanted was firmness, strength, and stiffness.

As long as he can put his firepower on and fight a whole round of battle, it is better than anything else.

A long knife in hand and nothing in hand were completely two concepts for Allen.

Whether it's the imposing style or the fighting spirit, they are completely different from each other.

Therefore, even the elven man on the opposite side raised his eyebrows when he saw Alan's changes, and seemed a little surprised.

Then, it seemed to see the countdown to single digits on the light curtain floating in the air.

He suddenly stretched out his arms, stretched out his hands, and took out a simple purple-black long bow from the Space Magic Tool, and fitted a dagger around his waist and a short knife tied to his calf.

At the moment he saw this bow, Allen couldn't help but squinted his eyes, as if his heart was a little serious.

Although he didn't know the origin of this bow or its specific information, even if it was just a quick glance, the sharpness and tragic aura revealed in a flash shocked Allen.

He even felt that this bow had a "spirit".

If this is the case, then this bow is not necessarily of the silver rank, at least it is also of the gold rank.

I was surprised, but not afraid.

As I once said, although the golden magic equipment is good, it is not easy to use it.

Unless it is a decisive will to sacrifice one's own body, and a fearless heart of death, otherwise, it is basically impossible for a silver-level transcendent to use this level of magic equipment.

Therefore, the opponent can use part of the power of this bow at most by virtue of blood, inheritance or other factors, but if you want to mobilize all of its power, it is really wishful thinking.

And the organizer of the game, the scattered golden rank powerhouses will not allow this to happen.

Because at that level, it is not a game, but a life and death.

And if it's just that, it's fair to fight, Allen is not afraid of anyone.

Even if the opponent may beat him in terms of weapons.

"You have to hold on for longer, otherwise the little ancestor of my family won't be so easy to lose his temper."

The handsome-faced elven man looked at Alan and said with a slight smile.

"Don't worry, when I beat you harder than your sister, she will only be happy looking at you."

Alan was not disturbed at all, Feng Qingyun said calmly, but there was a hint of laughter between his eyebrows.

After the conversation, the two smiled at each other, and the smile on their faces became even thicker.

At this moment, the two felt a bit of appreciation for each other.

【3】

【2】

【1】

[Start! 】

At the moment when the countdown on the light curtain returned to zero, the two rock-like figures on the 069 ring also disappeared instantly.

Instead, there was a series of sharp and piercing crackles.

The continuous sonic boom is endless, as if the sea of ​​thunder is tumbling from above the nine heavens, and it never stops.

Bend, stoop, step, exert strength.

Like an arrow from the string, in just a moment, Alan completed the transition from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic, rushing in the direction of the elf man at the speed of light and electricity.

However, beyond Allen's expectation, the other party did not attempt to attack Allen during this period.

But at the same time, the moment the countdown on the light curtain returned to zero, it began to wander.

This kind of operation was really unexpected and caught Allen off guard.

So much so that he had simulated evasion movements more than once in his mind, and none of them were made.

However, although he was a little confused about the opponent's choice, Allen did not make a mistake, and decisively pursued the opponent.

The breeze that was originally flying freely was oppressed by the fierce and inexhaustible force, and turned into a solid entity like lead and mercury.

In the next moment, it was extremely hard, like a body of steel that had been tempered for thousands of years, smashing with violent force the barrier that had become solid because the speed had surpassed a certain limit.

Then, as if the bomb had exploded, the forced air exploded and shot out all around, like a sword like a sword.

As Alan and the elf man flee faster and faster, the area they pass on the ring is getting bigger and bigger, and the area covered by the fierce wind is getting bigger and bigger.

However, Allen did not change in the unexpected world.

After all, this situation couldn't be more familiar to him.

Basically, every time he fights, the sound barrier, sonic boom, violent haze, and wind are all things he has to experience.

So now, basically Allen has gotten used to it.

At this moment, there was only one person in his eyes, the elven man who was running away in the distance.

All he wants is to defeat the opponent, but other than that, there is nothing else he wants.

However, this idea, from the current point of view, seems a bit difficult!

Because Alan was very sad to find out, it seems that the agility of the guy running and walking in front is comparable to him.

Even under the arousal of grudge, the opponent's speed was vaguely faster than him.

Of course, if this is the case, this is nothing.

After all, as long as the opponent has the intention to fight him~www.readwn.com~, he has the confidence to "cut the opponent under the horse."

But the problem is, he keeps running.

"Hey, are you going to vent your anger for your sister like this?"

With a turn of his mind, a spirit wave without any hostility blasted out, blasting towards the elf man.

After several tests, after realizing that this did not seem to be a means of attack, the other party also accepted this message.

However, there was no answer.

Allen was a little disappointed, but this was also expected.

However, despite being ignored, Alan did not feel the slightest irritation or anxiety.

After all, the opponent will definitely have to fight him in the end, and the game cannot be delayed indefinitely.

It's just that despite saying that, Alan couldn't follow the other party's plan to go on.

Thinking with his toes, the other party must be planning something and preparing something.

Even if Allen had confidence in himself, he never underestimated the enemy.

Therefore, taking the initiative is the best choice.

Suddenly, Allen's eyes narrowed, and there was no wave, like a calm pool without the slightest wave of waves.

But the next moment, it was dawn, and the sky shattered.

Zheng!

Like a dragon, like a phoenix, like a tiger roar, like a wolf howl...

As if the thunder is rolling, and as if the wind is howling...

The infinite complexity, the sound of knives that seemed to be tens of thousands of sounds together, broke the silence in an instant, and burst out with the highest voice.

It was as if a swimming fish had jumped out of Pinghu, and it was as if moonlight had penetrated the dark clouds.

Suddenly high and unstoppable.

Sa!

The sound of the knife pierced the sky, and the light of the knife was brilliant.

In an instant, on the broad arena, it seemed as if a silver moon that never fell, illuminating every inch of space and brightening every moment of light.