Origin Player

Late at night, in the alleys of the west side of the city.

A black shadow fell from the wall, as light as a wild cat, and stabbed a green soldier's head from top to bottom with a sharp knife. The man immediately trembled wildly, his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground.

The person traveling with him drew his knife in shock and anger, and the black shadow kicked out, his hands, feet, elbows, knees and shoulders and hips seemed to be integrated into one, and his whole body cooperated with each other, coordinated, and as powerful as a tiger.

The tall body of the green soldier was blown away like a solid bullet, and hit the wall with a bang. The whole person was tight for two or three seconds, and then slowly slid down like a painting, his pupils were dilated, his mouth opened, like a fish out of water, trying hard to breathe, but could only let the vitality dissipate.

The two died in an instant.

Jiang He picked up the bow and arrow and walked away, thinking to himself: "Hands and feet, elbows and knees, shoulders and hips, the whole body is integrated, this is the Ming Jin described in the mountain spearmanship."

"This kind of technique is independent of the origin game, similar to Dr. Ryan's bomb zombies and the current Garuda mode, which are special applications of strength."

"Ming Jin can mobilize the whole body's strength, act on fists and feet, and even bless weapons to hit a thousand pounds of force, but you must concentrate, twenty or thirty times are enough to make me exhausted."

"Mastering Ming Jin, my spearmanship level has made a breakthrough, but it is still LV7 on the player panel. Sure enough, this normalized extra damage is very precious."

Jiang He used Ming Jin and gradually deepened his proficiency. This technique originated from his understanding when he was teleporting during the mission. At that time, the strange power of the teleportation swept every corner of his body, and the distribution was very even and tight, revealing the feeling of Ming Jin in disguise.

According to Dr. Ryan, a colleague, combat players are the smallest category, almost none of them, because when upgrading from entry-level skills to mastery skills, not only skill points are needed, but also corresponding conditions must be met, and such conditions cannot be obtained directly, but rely on understanding and experience, which is mysterious. It is said that if you want to reach a higher level in mastery skills, you have to continue to do it.

For combat players, going from entry to mastery is a big threshold. Using skill points to improve is not enough, so it is even more difficult. After upgrading to entry-level LV9, it is a wiser choice to turn to shooting, bombs, traps and other fields.

In the mainstream concept of the player group today, passive skills are far inferior to active skills. The latter can obviously obtain power quickly and can use extraordinary power faster, one step faster, and every step faster, which is convenient for seizing the initiative in the new era.

Jiang He is not interested in the active and passive arguments. His current priority is to find a place to rest. As he becomes more familiar with Ming Jin, he consumes a lot of energy.

Fortunately, we had eaten three bags of raw rice and 100 kilograms of meat before setting off, otherwise finding food would be a big problem.

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Late at night, it rained.

On the street, the Qing army had already started killing people.

Three Qing soldiers stood in the front, middle and back positions, escorting hundreds of people to an open area. If they disobeyed, they would beat them with the back of their knives or kill them directly. Although the number of people was very different, no one dared to escape.

These people were all wealthy families. The leading Qing soldier began to torture a wealthy middle-aged man. The women were tied to their necks with long ropes, one after another like beads, and because of their bound feet, they staggered and fell down. They were dragged by the long ropes, and their clothes were muddy.

At this time, the streets were full of abandoned children, some trampled by horses' hooves, and some trampled by people's feet. There was a scene of "livers and brains smeared on the ground", and the sound of crying filled the fields. In the ditches and ponds, there were piles of corpses, hands and feet pillowing each other, and blood flowed into the water, which was turbid. The ponds were filled with corpses and were overcrowded.

On the eaves next to him, Jiang He covered himself with a layer of black cloth, half asleep and half awake.

The voice of a middle-aged man begging for mercy sounded in his ears, and then there was a burst of swords and knives, and the sound disappeared.

A moment later, there was the woman's angry howl, and then there was another burst of swords and knives piercing the flesh, and the noise subsided immediately.

Both of them died.

A green soldier dragged the young woman to the big tree next to him. The latter refused to put down the baby in the swaddling clothes, and was angrily snatched away by the green soldier and thrown hard into the mud.

Another green soldier asked all the women to take off their clothes. The bound people were full of grief and fear, but they did not resist.

Just as the three green soldiers were having fun, an arrow flew out in the air, but the aim was slightly worse and failed to hit the vital point. It hit the white armor on the back of the green soldier under the tree, but the power of Ming Jin suddenly vented, and the arrow penetrated the armor, smashed the back waist and side abdomen, and then cracked together.

The other two soldiers tried to escape, but because they were too close, they were hit by arrows one after another. One of them died immediately, and the other had his right leg shot off.

Jiang He got off the eaves, took out a butcher knife to kill the prey, and then cut the thick long rope.

"You can run now."

Nearly a hundred people, no one answered.

Amid the shouts of the soldiers, wives called their husbands, parents called their children, the streets seemed unusually noisy, but this place was exceptionally quiet.

A young woman sat on the ground, her face dead, and kept muttering words like "I'm going to die" and "I'm going to be killed".

A half-grown boy looked at someone with disgust and roared: "You beast, you must have been next to us just now, why didn't you save my parents, why!"

The half-naked woman under the tree ran over and beat someone's back frantically, "You killed the soldiers, you want to kill us! They are everywhere, where can they hide!"

After hearing the word "kill", more than a dozen people slipped away with pale faces, thinking that it would be good to live a little longer.

Jiang He looked calm, turned to a kick, kicked the unpleasant guy, and then touched his chin and thought about it. He walked to the alley next to him and planned to continue to go back to sleep. Sour sore.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Half -size boys are because of guilt. The woman under the tree may be horror and shame. What is the dumb geese?"

A wealthy businessman was listed, leading his wife and children to the alley.

Jiang He raised his eyebrows back.

"The benefactor, the life -saving grace is not unforgettable. I urge the benevolent to protect the villain's family. After leaving the city, I would like to give it with a lot of money!"

The wealthy businessman kneeling simply, his complexion was sad.

Several of family members knelt down with the wealthy businessmen, and the woman sobbed her face.

Jiang He shook his head, to be honest, "There are 50,000 troops outside, and the eyes are like the hungry wolf. I have been working hard to protect yourself. I ca n’t protect your family. Besides, you ca n’t get a lot of money."

The wealthy businessman was anxious, and Yu Guang saw a half -sized hand rushing towards the other party with a broken tile, but he was ruthlessly cut off his head, and his heart suddenly felt good. This person was by no means good.

Jiang He's legs closed, a little surprised how the boy suddenly became brave.

The sound of horseshoe sounded on the street, and those who were unwilling to leave were cut to death by a mess.

The sobbing woman was so scared that she was unattended and trembled: "It's all you, it's all you killed, there is no gossip ..."

The wealthy businessman quickly pulled his wife's mouth and dragged the family to escape.

"Chaos and fear will deprive people of people's sense."

Jiang He quietly climbed up the roof and was ready to go to the night of the He family -He Xiuchu, which was about the initial identity. The guy was obviously an important person.