Doomsday Rise

In this world, there are always a small number of people who are so desperately strong that people can't even feel jealous. Their strength has surpassed the scope of jealousy, and the old lunatic belongs to this category.

The old lunatic's age is unknown, his background is unknown, his interests and hobbies are unknown... When he appeared, he was extremely powerful, meeting gods and gods, meeting demons and slaying demons. No one present had experienced the scene at that time, but they had all heard of it. The world he killed lost its color, but all the enemies who dared to block the footsteps, the old lunatic would kill with one fist, never hesitated, and never showed mercy.

The stunt used by the old lunatic was the Great Judgment Fist, which was also the first time that the Great Judgment Fist appeared in front of the world, and it amazed more than one generation. Of course, it doesn't matter whether the Great Judgment Fist made the old madman or the old madman made the Great Judgment Fist. The important thing is that everyone knows that the old madman can't be provoked, no matter how far away he can hide.

It is precisely because the old lunatic is so against the sky that the people present feel like they are facing an enemy. Five or six people, some are well-known masters who have been famous for a long time, some are in high positions, and some have already stepped into the soil with half their feet. Their every move has attracted people's attention, but when it comes to old lunatics, no one can calm down.

"What do you think? Will the old lunatic appear in "World of Warcraft"?" Pulsatilla half-jokingly asked, and his words made everyone have weird expressions on their faces.

old maniac? Entering World of Warcraft? That kind of feeling, like a rigid old pedant, wearing a three-point style, dancing a pole dance, or in front of the public, this picture is too beautiful to imagine.

"Unless the sun comes out from the west." The middle-aged man in blue said slowly: "I'm afraid the old lunatic doesn't even know what a game helmet is. Moreover, a person like him is not allowed to be exposed."

Several people inadvertently relaxed a little.

The old maniac's combat prowess is against the sky, the great judgment fist is fierce, and he is unparalleled in the world. He has killed more people than many people have ever seen. However, not one person can kill all the people in the world. The old maniac still has many enemies.

No one can sneak attack and kill the old lunatic, relying on the terrifying induction and strength of the master. If he wears a helmet and enters the game, his senses will be weakened by a layer. Ordinary people still cannot get close to him, but experts can. Therefore, it is impossible for the old lunatic to do this, otherwise, he would not know when he died.

No one wants to meet an old lunatic. In reality, there are a lot of monitoring equipment, which can be avoided in advance, but "World of Warcraft" can't, there are not so many high-tech. Although it is said that the death of "World of Warcraft" is not a real death, and one month later, one can be resurrected, but no one wants to experience the feeling of being unable to do anything while lying in bed. It is one thing to lose face, but the most important thing is to be uncomfortable.

"Why does Liu Wei'an know how to use the Great Judgment Fist?" The eyes of the middle-aged man with the long sword on his back narrowed slightly.

There are more than 500 masters, and now there are less than 150 left. The black and blue two masters have already died under Liu Wei'an's arrows, and only the yellow and green are left.

The morale of the two has already shown a decline, even if Liu Wei'an does not make a move, the two will not be able to hold on for too long. With Liu Wei'an and a long-range shooter watching from the side, everyone who is his enemy will feel tremendous pressure.

"Either I got an adventure, got it from somewhere, or it's the apprentice of the old lunatic." Pulsatilla said.

"How about—" The middle-aged man in blue glanced at the others, "Let's work together to take this person down and ask about the situation?" This proposal made people's hearts flutter, and the middle-aged swordsman with the long sword on his back was the most moved.

The people inside, he and the old man with half a foot in the loess are solo travellers. There is no support behind them. Without power, there will be no good exercises. If he wants to break through, he must have peerless exercises as a reference. What he studied was sword, and Liu Weian used boxing, but martial arts all over the world are interlinked, and there are still some reference effects. If it really doesn't work, it is also possible to abandon the sword and practice boxing. The level of the Great Judgment Boxing is far above his swordsmanship.

"You don't need to think about the Great Judgment Fist. Someone has already evolved it. The Great Judgment Fist depends on inheritance. You can't learn it, so don't waste your time." The painter who hadn't spoken all this time stopped painting, looked up at everyone, and then lowered his head to concentrate on painting.

Everything can enter Taoism. This slogan has been shouted for many years, but there are very few people who can really enter Taoism in other ways besides martial arts. From ancient times to the present, there are not many people. The painter entered this realm by chance and became one of the few.

Painters rarely make moves, but no one dares to underestimate him. His words, like a pot of cold water poured on other people's heads, instantly extinguished the flame of desire.

"Zhou Yidao, your Zhou family has been very active recently!" Pulsatilla glanced at the middle-aged man in blue, speaking with sarcasm. Some people are restless by nature, and they always want to make a little noise and trample everyone under their feet. It seems that only in this way can they feel a sense of accomplishment.

"It's just a rainy day." Zhou Yidao ignored Pulsatilla's sarcasm, and his tone was flat.

"Brother Zhou, do you know something?" The middle-aged man with a long sword on his back asked humbly.

"I don't know the specifics, but judging from the family's intentions, it seems that there will be some disaster." After hesitating for a while, Zhou Yidao still said it. The identities of the people sitting here are not simple.

"What disaster?" The man with the long sword was alone, and the news was the most disadvantaged.

"Mr. Wenren should know!" Zhou Yidao looked at the man sitting on the table who had been very quiet. In his forties, he drank wine silently, did not participate in any discussions, looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, and exuded a melancholy atmosphere.

If there are women here, they will definitely be attracted by this temperament, but all the people present are men.

"Warcraft!" After waiting for a long time, when everyone thought that Wenren Lishang was unwilling to speak, he uttered two words softly, but it shocked everyone's heart.

World of Warcraft!

ah--

The shrill screams were full of pain and unwillingness. This master of "Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce" had already stepped into the Golden Consummation, a swordsman who had touched the realm of Dzogchen, and his strength had surpassed that of many families. Unfortunately, he was finally killed by Liu Wei'an's serial arrows. When he died, it was like a dam collapsed.

In less than a cup of tea, there are only two old men in yellow and green clothes left. They are worthy of being the super masters of "Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce", with amazing stamina. Liu Weian raised his bow and aimed at the old man in yellow clothes. A surge of vigor was formed in an instant, and the situation changed color. Just when Liu Weian was about to let go of his fingers, a sudden change occurred, and the sky suddenly darkened.