I'm Really A Newcomer

"call out!"

In chess, this move is the winning move.

General!

The arrow passed through the space like light, accurately penetrating the man's body and his heart from a hundred meters away.

With a trace of cruel blood, the man's heart was firmly embedded in the ground by the arrow, and it was still beating.

The man fell to the ground.

The blue dagger turned into nothingness.

The dust has settled.

Jiang Mian stared at the man's body from a distance, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

I can't tell if it's excitement or fear.

After the man died, countless amounts of information poured into Jiang Mian's mind, but he couldn't take it all in for a while.

What kind of place is this?

Did I kill someone?

Am I dead?

Who is that man?

Why did he kill, and why did he kill me?

What is an Awakened One?

Countless questions lingered in Jiang Mian's mind. Just when Jiang Mian was about to think about it, several conscious imprints were suddenly deeply imprinted on his mind.

At the top are three portraits, namely the scholar, the charcoal seller, and Li Guang.

The head opposite Li Guang shows the resolute dark face of the general.

"Li Guang..." Jiang Mian whispered the general's name.

When they were in junior high school, the teacher asked them to read the Four Great Classics. Jiang Mian dealt with the other three books casually, but only the Water Margin was read seriously. Even Jiang Mian, who read the 108 generals of the Water Margin three years ago, I can recite it backwards and forwards. Jiang Mian first thought of Tianying star Xiao Li Guang Huarong, the leader of the eight hussars of the horse army who could cross the Yangtze River with a hundred steps, and then the real Li Guang, who made the flying generals of Dragon City exist and did not teach Hu horses to cross Yin Mountain. Flying General Li Guang.

"So he is such an awesome person..." Jiang Mian murmured.

This is indeed the case. This battle did not give Jiang Mian any room to operate. He was even killed with one arrow. There is nothing to say.

Jiang Mian looked at Li Guang's burly figure not far away, and his consciousness continued to invade. A few lines of numbers appeared faintly below the three heads, as well as a huge exit.

[Scholar] 3 attacks

[Charcoal Seller] 4 attacks

【Li Guang】89 attack

Jiang Mian was a little shocked by the huge gap.

He concentrated on the word "Exit". In an instant, Jiang Mian's soul body twisted together as if being pulled by space, and then turned into a ray of light and flew towards Li Guang.

The armor-clad general turned into a thin young man again.

Jiang Mian couldn't bear the sudden force and collapsed to the ground.

The severe residual pain caused his body to curl up in pain like a cicada.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, his clothes were in tatters, and his thin arms were exposed. The lining of the white T-shirt had a big hole where it had been stabbed by a dagger, revealing the fair skin formed by staying in the house for many years. There were no wounds and no traces of blood.

Surprisingly, his hands grew back again.

But as if there were phantom limbs, Jiang Mian felt as if his whole body was being touched. His whole body was obviously intact, but he couldn't tell where the pain was.

"You should chop off my head first." Jiang Mian said with the corner of his mouth pulled.

Jiang Mian gasped for breath. The reality of the contact between his body and the ground gave him a feeling of surviving a disaster. His back was pressed tightly against the floor. When he opened his eyes, he could see the small and medium-sized moon in the night sky. , just now it was scurrying across the sky with the sliding of his mouse. Jiang Mian stretched out his regained hand and wanted to touch it, but there was no way he could touch it.

Jiang Mian narrowed his eyes, but there was a sound of dust shaking in his ears, like a galloping war horse.

In the distance, a purple-haired woman in black outfit was riding a motorcycle in the moonlight.

The woman's eye-catching long purple hair danced in the strong wind, like a cloud in Wushan.

She rolled over from the motorcycle very neatly, with her slim figure outlined in a black outfit. The woman's cold face was heavily made up, as solemn as a coquettish rose.

She stared at the man's body on the ground. The blood on the ground had long since dried.

Until the woman saw the corpse's pale face clearly, her body trembled, and the gorgeous face became clearer and clearer.

Jiang Mian stood up with difficulty. His fingers were still trembling slightly after he had just finished killing someone.

"Thank you." The woman looked at Jiang Mian with autumn-like eyes and thanked him softly. Although she didn't see clearly how Jiang Mian moved his hands on the motorcycle, the man did die in Jiang Mian's hands.

The woman glanced at Jiang Mian's exposed wrist and said with some surprise: "The Awakened? How could the Awakened kill the apostle so easily..."

Jiang Mian was shocked, because the friend before could also tell what kind of awakened person he was at a glance.

Am I an NPC here so my identity is written on my head?

"What apostle? Is it a man holding a blue dagger?" Jiang Mian asked softly.

"Blue Dagger...Twenty-three Apostles."

"Twenty-three apostles, it turns out that they are ranked so low, no wonder they are so good." Jiang Mian murmured.

"Wait for me where you are." After hearing Jiang Mian's arrogant words, the woman glanced at him twice.

She was like a phantom running towards the corpses of the twenty-three apostles.

But after a while the woman came back.

Her green left hand held the arrow shot by Li Guang, and blood flowed down from the arrow cluster.

Unlike the sadness and coldness before, the woman's face was full of anger at this moment, and her eyes were full of blood.

"I..." Jiang Mian wanted to ask but was stopped by the woman.

"Wait a minute, someone is coming." The woman pursed her thin lips tightly.

She looked into the distance and could vaguely see hundreds of teams gathering.

The woman's left hand gently touched the delicate ruby ​​inlaid on the ring on her right finger.

The next moment the gem emits a faint light.

Several thorns stretched out from the gem, entangled each other and climbed up the woman's arm, and then a pure white ceremonial knife appeared in her right hand.

The blade of the sword is engraved with mysterious patterns, and the phoenix ring on the handle is solemn and sacred.

The woman gently placed the bloody arrow in her left hand on the ground. She held the Yingbai Yi knife in both hands, like a peerless Valkyrie.