The law of the king of online games

Chapter 699 Ouyang Jing Liuyan Valley Su Wine
The thick-backed and strong-backed man looked stunned, with a silly smile on his face, dressed very casually, with bare feet, but there was a tiger's head imprint on the center of his eyebrows!
His level is not high, only level 160, and his appearance is ordinary, which is very inconspicuous in the crowd.

But when the little monk saw him, the expression on his face was somewhat cautious.

But being caught by his eyes, Ren Guihe and Yang Xueer shook their heads and smiled at the same time, and they also stepped into the void, causing many players to exclaim.

The strong man looked around, grinned, and said, "Good!"

His voice was like thunder, and the surrounding players immediately covered their ears, and then the strong man walked into the air step by step.

The surrounding players were surprised to find that this unremarkable guy is also a great master!

Ouyang Jingliu looked at the three people, and smiled coldly: "Those who don't see the list of the three kings are in vain, so let me go down! In fact, with all due respect, everyone here is rubbish!"

While speaking, he lifted his right hand, and a small golden pagoda suddenly appeared between his palms. The small pagoda was exquisite and nine stories high. At first, it was only as long as a palm, but it quickly grew to be three feet high. The center rotated slowly, and went straight up to a height of three feet, and then emitted a circle of blue light from the first floor of the small tower, and the blue light quickly swept in all directions, forming a light curtain.

Immediately, a majestic force suddenly erupted, like an invisible flood rushing out of the small tower, washing away a large number of players around.

There were bursts of exclamations, and many players on the ground tried to resist the impact force, but most of them were useless, and they were quickly washed away. It was just a few breaths, and within a hundred meters around the combat power monument, only 43 players remain.

Among the 43 players, there was Nan Luyu, the extremely dark god of the extremely temple. He was originally wearing a robe, but the robe was blown away at this moment, revealing a struggling face.

There are also Yuan Feipu, Nie Yin, Feng Qianshang, Sun Dian, Bei Gongkuang and others in the second courtyard except Xuan Linjiu, as well as Yue Kuangsheng and Lei Ba.

That Situ Chang was also here, carrying a sand gourd on his back, and the sand around his body turned into a shield, and he was also resisting.

In fact, if someone is to identify them, these 43 players are actually masters in the combat power gang, there are many top masters and super masters!

And a hundred meters away from the combat power monument, the blue light formed a barrier, and those players who were washed away could not break through this barrier at all, and they would even be bounced away again if they forced a hard charge.

The players who were originally walking in mid-air seemed to be under strong pressure. Yuan Yuyu and Wu Qianling were both trembling all over, and they were obviously a little helpless. They immediately started their methods. Shadow, but whether it was the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara or the Bodhi Tree, they all collapsed immediately!
"what!"

Yuan Yuyu and Wu Qianling screamed at the same time, their bodies fell to the ground as if they were being crushed.

Followed by Yang Xue'er, the leaf imprint between her eyebrows emitted a dark golden light, but she smiled slightly, as if she didn't resist, and fell to the ground automatically.

Then there were Sun Tuwen and Sun Yingzheng, and they couldn't continue to step into the void.

Mo Yingshu gritted his teeth, but he could still stand in the air. Ren Guihe was similar to him, except that the bloody wolf head imprint between his eyebrows emitted a dazzling red light, and his face was sullen, which seemed to be more difficult than Mo Yingshu's.

As for the player who looks like a little monk and the strong man with a thick back, they seem to be unaffected.

Ouyang Jingliu snorted coldly again, and shouted in all directions: "Is Death Maniac here?"

No one responded to him.

"Do you dare to stand up?"

No one responded to him either.

Ouyang Jingliu shook his head in disappointment, and stretched out his hand to point to the sky. Fifty translucent golden pagoda phantoms suddenly flew out of the nine-storey pagoda. Those pagoda phantoms seemed to have spirituality, covering Mo Yingshu, Ren Guihe, Yang Xueer, Sun Yingzheng, Sun Tuwen, Wu Qianling, Yuan Yuyu, Nan Luyu, Yuan Feipu, Nie Yin and others.

It was like a blockade and suppression, covering them all on the ground.

It is also strange that these people failed to make any resistance from the beginning to the end. After being covered by the phantom of the pagoda on the ground, they showed signs of struggling one after another, but they couldn't escape, most of them were half kneeling on the ground.

"Ouyang Jingliu, you are bold! I am under the command of the great sage Yueli, how dare you trap me!" Mo Yingshu shouted, with an angry look on his face. He felt that this Ouyang Jingliu was too arrogant. It's just a player who is just an ordinary player. With the help of the treasure, do you really think that you are invincible in the world?

Anger also appeared on the faces of Sun Tuwen and Sun Yingzheng.

Ren Guihe smiled at this moment: "Tianmen players, do you know who you are provoking?"

"Yeah, do you know who you provoked?" More players followed suit.

Ouyang Jingliu ignored them at all, and only looked at the young monk player and the strong man player, and said: "My name is Ouyang Jingliu, and it is rare in the world to be able to stand at the same height as me among players of the same generation. It’s not bad, report yourself.”

The little monk had been shaking his head slowly all the time, now he sighed and said, "Are all the people in Tianmen really so arrogant?"

He pointed to Ren Guihe and Yang Xueer: "I found them because they also have the potential to be on the list of three kings, but you suppressed them. It seems that they are targeting me! Anyway, my name is Yan Gu, and I come from Central Tianyu , I might have a meeting with you today!"

As soon as the words fell, golden swastikas appeared one after another slowly around the little monk's body. Those swastikas were only the size of a baby's fist, like golden butterflies fluttering.

The brawny player still had a simple and honest smile on his face. He didn't use any tricks, but only said one sentence: "Son of Raging Fire, number one in the sequence, my name is Su Jiu!"

"Yantu, Su Jiu... have shorter names than me, so you are inherently inferior to me!" Ouyang Jingliu pointed at the monument of battle strength, "If you have the means, you should be listed first."

At this time, there are already five names on the Three Kings list.

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Shadow God: Self-created skill [Blood Refining Seven Soul Sword], LV4, score 757!

Zheyang Jun: Self-created skill [Worship Lord Worship Soul], LV4, score 755!

Ouyang Jingliu: [Four Heavenly Kings], LV4, score 751!

Extreme God: Self-created skill [Extreme Dao Ghosts and Gods], score 750!

Death Madness: Self-created skill [Death Madness Countercurrent], score 745!

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The little monk snorted coldly, and didn't say much at the moment. His right hand formed a claw, and he grabbed the area around the combat power monument, and a golden dragon claw protruded from the void behind it, which was more than ten meters long. After reaching the battle power monument, he retracted quickly, but caught a phantom of the battle power monument, and disappeared into the void with it, which is very strange.

Soon, a new line of text appeared on the list of three kings, and you were listed in second place.

"Iwatani, self-created skill [Great Dragon Capturing Hand], LV4, score 756!"

This score made Ouyang Jingliu stare, but he smiled again: "756 points, not bad!"

The strong man Su Jiu also launched his tactics at this moment. He stretched out the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger of his right hand. Pale white flames ignited on the three fingers at the same time. It swelled rapidly and became entangled together, turning into a pale flame knife, which slammed on the combat power monument with a clang.

Immediately, the battle power monument trembled violently, and then white flames were ignited all over it, and those flames burned for three full breaths before disappearing.

Then, another line of text suddenly appeared on the top of the Three Kings List: "Su Jiu: Self-created skill [Samadhi Sword], LV4, score 800!"

(End of this chapter)