Chapter 293: The final battle (25)

However, he went out to look for Zhang San's Yu Yiyi, and walked around to the game hall. It has been many days since the celebration. The players of Yongye City passed the lazy period and resumed the days of what they used to do. The crowds filled the game hall.
There have also been new changes on the Red List. Because of the growth of mental power, Tangcuo rose from the fifth to the fourth in the original red list, squeezing out the cold.
Well, this is not surprising.
Yu Yiyi thought about what new chance Tang Cuo had, which at least proved that the copy was going smoothly. He shrugged and looked around again. He didn't see Zhang San, but he saw an acquaintance--
mouse.
Yu Yiyi did not know that the mouse and Tang Cuo had entered the same copy, and was not surprised that he appeared here. It was just that he hid and observed for a while that he did not find the traces of Yan Yun and others, and felt a little strange.
Yan Yun took the mouse away. It stands to reason that he should be put in prison. Why did he let the mouse appear here alone? Are they in trouble? And the behavior of the mouse at the moment is a bit... puzzled.
He fished in the game lobby.
The game lobby is very large. In addition to the three leaderboards in the center and the surrounding task walls, there is a large area for the game area. There are everything from doll machines, Taiko masters, gophers to boring fishing games. The Badge Badge comes from one of them.
The little games here are more or less gambling-like, and it's very lucky. The same goes for fishing with mice. Players sit next to the Diaoyutai and wear holographic glasses equipped next to each seat. The led Diaoyutai in front of them will become a real lake. You can put ten hooks in one point. What kind of fish you catch and what reward or punishment this fish will bring to you are unknown.
This is different from playing a copy, the player's body is still in the game hall, but what he sees is different from the bystander.
Everyone didn't know him after the oil washes off. No one recognized him as soon as he wore holographic glasses. He just sat there and caught fish for a long time, which was confusing.
Is there anything special about the fish in this pond?
Contemplating, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd. Yu Yiyi followed the prestige and saw that there were new changes on the red list. Tang Cuo, who had risen to fourth, suddenly jumped to the top of the list!
He squeezed Jin Cheng and Yan Yun and went straight to the top!
"Fuck!"
"Pinch me quickly, am I right????"
"What happened again?!"
"It's worthy of being the strongest black horse, which is awesome..."
In the exclamation of everyone, Yu Yiyi didn't manage his expression well, showing surprise. But he was not as confused as the others, and he soon thought of the reason.
Movement No. 1, the legendary golden movement.
Tang Cuo must have received the No. 1 movement, otherwise it would not be possible to climb to the top suddenly, and the fact that he got the movement proved that he was not far from the clearance copy. Yan Yun will get the news sooner or later. Once he gets the news, he will definitely put the killing of Mr. Crow on the agenda.
Thinking of this, Yu one by one felt a sense of urgency. The gear of fate has begun to turn rapidly, and at a speed that no one can stop it, dragging everyone forward.
Now how to do?
After looking back at the mouse again and again, Yu thought about it and decided to join his fishing game. He wanted to see, what the is this guy doing?
The country of Yueyin.
Tang Cuo has indeed got the No. 1 movement. Because Jin Cheng is about to clear the customs, Tang Cuo needs to stay to finish the finale, but also faces Louis XIV and Yan Yun at the same time, which is too dangerous. To him, plus the one Tang Tso got through "Cecilia's Bakery", just happened to piece together a complete movement.
When the music came out, Jin Cheng also passed through.
He was killed by war. To be precise, Augustine was killed by war. Because of Jin Cheng's joining, Augustine did not die from the magical storm according to the original story line, but Jin Cheng returned his ending that he did not lose the title of "Founder of the Ivy League."
He thought that Augustine should be unbelieving. Although he and Louis XIV took two very different paths, they still could not hide the fact that they were brothers.
The blood of the Tucha dynasty ran through their bodies, the same pride and perseverance, always sticking to their beliefs, and died without regret.
Such a person will only die in battle, not fall. He dared to wave his sword to the enemy, and he even dared to challenge the authority of the sky.
The strings had been broken in successive battles, Jin Cheng abandoned the piano and used his sword, and ran away in anger against the sky. The figure jumped into the air, and his long sword swayed, but at the same time he cut off the Thunder Tribulation, he suddenly turned around and led the Thunder to split off.
The chopped thunder is divided into countless thunder snakes, blasting enemies on the ground in an unmatched posture, striking with precision. The strong light that erupted at that moment made everyone subconsciously step back a few steps, reaching out to cover.
Belief system.
Only Tang Cuo was looking at the mystery behind this trick. Except that the enemies were those of the League of Ivy Leagues, all of them were suppliers of the power of faith. Excluding these people, Jin Cheng can use the belief system to directly target the remaining enemies and achieve accurate strikes. It is indispensable to harmonize people with time and place.
The glare flashed over, Jin Cheng gave up all defenses and ended with this blow, ending the story of Augustine. Shino mourned for him, and the people put his remains in the coffin originally prepared for His Majesty the King, and placed the small harp beside him, just as Tang Cuo had seen in the first ring of "Death of the Poet".
"He shouldn't seem to have died like this." Louis XIV, who had been silent for a long time, said again, "Where did the thunder come from? What is the Yongye City? What is the god?"
Tang Cuo looked at the people in the coffin silently, without answering.
"That man is here." Louis XIV said.
Tang Cuo turned his head, resting his right hand on the hilt of his waist, and saw Aesop on the roof in the distance. Because of Jin Cheng’s last sword, the enemies around the Well of Time were completely empty. The members of the Ivy League gathered here got precious breathing time. At this moment, they are seizing the time to wrap up the wound, and he has not been found.
"Cang." Tang Cuo pulled his sword and the whole army was on alert.
Everyone hurriedly clenched the weapon in their hands, but what was bad for them was not the arrival of Aesop, but that the battlefield outside the city finally drifted into the city, and the final decisive battle began.
The shouting was getting closer and closer, and a drop of sweat slipped down the people's cheeks, mixed with blood and oozing into the earth. By this time, they had no retreat, only death.
"Kill." Tang Cuo ordered, the battle opened again.
During the chaos, Tang Cuo and Yan Yun are getting closer and closer. When the exchange was about to take place, Yan Yun came off the court and threw three heads at Tangcuo, and said loudly: "I have fulfilled my promise, and I will change you now."
The head was rolling, and Tang Cuo didn't look at it. A sword pierced the chest of an enemy and said, "What do you want to ask him?"
"It's all here, and I won't follow you around. Let Louis XIV tell me, what is the magic pattern he carved on the sword on the day the gods fell?" Yan Yun walked like a wandering court, one Sliding step wisely avoided the sword pierced in the diagonal. He lifted the black umbrella and pressed down the staff on the other side, smiled at the other party, and suddenly turned in the other party's stunned eyes.
The rebel, Aesop, did not rely on both sides and did not want to waste energy on anyone.
Tang Cuo did not answer, and asked Louis XIV directly in his mind: "Have you heard?"
"Are you sure I want to answer him?" Louis XIV asked with great interest: "It seems that you are not all the way with him. He mentioned the magic pattern, what is he going to do? Is it related to the you said? "
Louis XIV is worthy of Louis XIV. With just a little bit of information, it is possible to infer the connection of things. Tang Cuo would certainly not bring the facts and discernment out, but Louis XIV did not expect him to say everything.
"I know your mouth is hard, but I don't know if your strength can be so hard. Are you sure that you can stand it now?"
It's a problem if it doesn't hold up.
Although Tang Cuo had stronger mental power, [greed] brought him a strong backlash. The whole state was weakened by 50%, plus the staring of Louis XIV, most of the final ending was death. Tang Cuo cannot use the No. 1 movement here.
But Theodore would have died.
He would die by the well of time, with a white rose on his chest, and seal the country of the moon hidden in the cracks of time. If there is no shackles of life and death, then what is the fight?
Tang Cuo replied in silence, as if the sword was rushing among the enemy groups, one sword over the other, and the sword did not fail. That scene reminded Yan Yun of the poem "Kill one person in ten steps, do not stay for thousands of miles." What surprised him even more was that Tang Cuo's current sword moves were clearly his "thirteen knives".
Even if it is just like a god, it looks even better than it looks.
Tangcuo's cards can only temporarily copy others' skills, and will expire after the time limit. How long has it been since he first contacted [Thirteen Swords]? Has there been a few hours in the past?
He was able to bring out the spirit of [Thirteen Swords] after his skills failed. This talent is really rare.
"It seems that he doesn't want to answer you." Tang Cuo's words interrupted Yan Yun's reflection.
"Really." Yan Yun chuckled, "So you are telling me now that our agreement is invalid?"
"No. It just took longer."
"Oh?"
"You can wait." Tang Cuo finally took the move, panting and pulling the sword out of the enemy, letting fresh blood splash on his face without wiping.
Nineteen.
This is the number of sword moves he can count on currently. Taking the "Thirteen Swords" as the original form, the sword moves are formed through the continuous moves. Nineteen is not a big number, and the effect of his first attempt is not good, but at least it proves that he is right.
Yan Yun didn't know whether he should be angry or laughing, and at this moment, he suddenly noticed a familiar breath approaching behind him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, then sideways to avoid.
I saw cold light, a machete stab Tangcuo with a thunderous speed, so fast that people could not respond.
Tangcuo only had time to see the man's face-Meng Yufei!
"Poof!" The scimitar was chopped Tang Cuo's shoulder, and the bone was deeply visible in the wound. Tang Cuo didn't over protect his neck and injured his right shoulder. He raised his left hand and grabbed the blade. His eyes were light and cold, and he kicked him towards his lower body.
Meng Yufei was hit with all his strength. All the forces were hit on that knife, without any defense, and he was kicked and kicked into the crowd. But he stood up with blood and looked at Tang Cuo's nearly scrapped right arm, and there was a broad smile in the corner of his mouth. "This knife is for you."
Also, the sword you stabbed me in the hotel, and you teasing me time and time again.
"Oh." Tang Cuo rarely showed a sneer at the enemy. He changed the sword of ruling from the right hand to the left hand. "Change the hand and kill you as well."
The blood-stained face and the magic of the red rose made Meng Yufei feel fear again. But he was fed up and said furiously: "I can survive again and again, and you will never kill me!"
"Then you try." Tang Cuo smiled, stepped out, and immediately appeared on the side of Meng Yufei, with a sword in his left hand-a backhand sword.
Meng Yufei immediately raised the knife to resist, but Tang Cuo's killing trick was not here.
【Time Pause】
In one second, Tang Cuo only needed one second. His sword blocked Meng Yufei’s knife. His injured right hand pulled out a long rib-shaped knife from the void and stabbed into Meng Yufei’s. shoulder.
[Dragon Tooth] Rare weapon, the rib of the dragon of time, condenses more than 50% of its magical energy.
This is a magic weapon, not heavy, and it does not require much power to use. As long as it penetrates into Meng Yufei's body, the magic power will cause great damage. Just use this weapon once, the condensed magic energy will be a little less, and it is of a consumption nature, so Tangcuo will not easily use it.
After blinking for a second, the pain suddenly struck Meng Yufei's brain. He looked at the wound on his right shoulder in amazement, clenching his teeth and stepping back.
With the right shoulder back to the right shoulder, such revenge attacks made Meng Yufei uncontrollably retreat. But Tang Cuo didn't let go of his meaning at all, and put away the Dragon Tooth to kill his sword, as fast as if he hadn't been injured at all.
But at this time, a magical light came across the sea of ​​people and fell precisely on Tangcuo's shoulder. It was mild white light, healing magic.
Yan Yun, who had been watching, looked at the place where the magic came, and was facing Mrs. Catherine with a stern face. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, this one would shoot, he really did not expect.
Tang Cuo also saw it, nodded farewell to Mrs. Catherine, but the movement to kill Meng Yufei did not stop.
Meng Yufei was beaten back, and gritted his teeth, but there was no way. In despair, a red figure appeared in his sight, he hurriedly shouted: "Save me!"
The person coming is Zheng Yingying. She stood on a crumbling broken column and looked at Meng Yufei. The wind blew on her red magic cannon. Although she was dressed as a red priest, the dagger held in her hand directly exposed her identity.
When Zheng Yingying opened her mouth, her voice was still hoarse, "I warned you, if you dare to shoot them, I will kill you. You are not good, Huanhuan."
You are not good, Huanhuan.
The deliberate light tone reminded Meng Yufei of the terrible memories buried deep in her heart. How did he forget that this aunt's grandma was not a character who played cards according to common sense.
He widened his eyes as if he had foreseen something, and looked at Yan Yun for help, trying to speak again, but the cold light flashed in front of him, and Tang Cuo had been cut off with a sword.
"Meng Yufei, you never know where you lost."