Chapter 147 Raven Players

"Why should this lady be angry? She fell in love with the young lady at first sight and didn't hesitate to tell her name."

The speaker is a crow-headed player with a frivolous tone, which is obviously not a good thing.

"The dead vine crow? Sure enough, man is just a bird man. Nalan laughed and strode towards Nalan Binghua. At the same time, he whispered to Chang Heng, "The dead vine crow, a general of the temples. Although he is not among the gods, his strength cannot be underestimated. You have just destroyed several of them. I guess he came to find you. Be careful. Don't go there."

"Is it a dead vine crow?" Chang Heng looked at the player on the crow's head, and a faint cold light flashed in his eyes. The famous masters of the temples, the former hidden professional curse mage, cursed all 500 people in a small gang overnight with the power of one person. Of course, Chang Heng has with him.

Like the ranking of the one hundred and eight generals of the Blood Killing League, the temples also have a ranking. At the top is the king of the gods. Next, the gods led by the romantic sword god will have the strongest combat power in the temples. Next, there are some people who are slightly weaker than the gods, who are not as good enough to rank the gods. The withered vine crow is the strongest one in it. It is said that he has the strength of a divine general, waiting to pick out a divine general in front of him and join himself.

"Who are you?" The dead vine crow looked at Chang Heng, who was still, and the cold light flashed in his eyes. At the same time, he asked Nalan's long sky faintly.

"Me, you can think of it as your rival." Nalan stepped between the withered vine crow and Nalan Binghua. "Get out, you birdman, look at your black bird hair. Do you still want to chase Binghua? It's disgusting to look at it."

"You?" The dead vine crow was furious. Ravens are generally black crows, and of course their feathers are black. The dead vine crow is still only in the demon elixir period, and its head can't be changed into an adult. It can only swing through the market with a crow's head, but it has not reached the level of black bird feathers.

"Naran Changkong, do you want to go against my temples?" The dead vine crow held down his mind and asked coldly.

"Hahaha, show the fox's tail. Since you know me, Nalan Changkong, how can you not know my sister Binghua? A smile appeared on Nalan Changkong's face. I heard that since the king of the gods, the lord of the temples, entered the game, the low-key little witch alone has fallen twice. Do you think you are the top ten gangs?

Beat people in the face, curse people without revealing shortcomings, and fell twice in Chang Heng's hands in a row, which is the greatest pain in the hearts of the king of the gods, and it is also the last thing that the people of the temples want to mention. Now being opened by Nalan Changkong is tantamount to hitting him in the face in public, which is equivalent to declaring war.

"Okay, Nalan Changkong, very good. It seems that our temples have only been able to upgrade their tasks recently without killing people. They have been forgotten how the ranking of the top ten gangs came from." The dead vine old crow laughed angrily, and the feather roots on his head stood up, which was indescribably strange.

"How did you get here? Isn't it just because there are so many people? So what? Didn't they dare to go out because they were killed by their blood alliances one by one? They could only shout in the city. A player from the Nalan family laughed. Nalan Binghua is their treasure, not the love between men and women, but really seen as a sister like Nalan Changkong. Now the withered vine crow has been angry for a long time.

"Very good, a small Nalan family dares to provoke the majesty of our temples. If you don't disappear from the gods and demons, how can our temples still stand on the gods and demons? The dead vine crow calmed down and said indifferently.

" Come on, give back the majesty of your temples. Do your temples have majesty? Blood Killing the World and Reorganizing the Blood Killing Alliance, why don't you use the majesty of your temples? The low-key little witch is here. Do you still want to show your so-called majesty? Nalan Changkong said with a smile.

"Enough." Hearing Nalan Changkong mention blood to kill the world, Nalan Binghua's face was even worse, and he said impatiently. You, get out, or die."

Seeing Nalan Binghua pointing to his fingers, the old jay was stunned and furious.

"None dares to talk to me like this..."

"It's not that there is no one, but that person you can't afford to provoke, and you can only automatically ignore it." Chang Heng came slowly. Are you here to find me? Come and play with us and see what you can do as the first person under the so-called gods of the temples.

"Low-key little witch, you are very kind." Seeing the master, the dead vine crow no longer cares with Nalan Changkong. I don't know where you came from to fight against my temples.

"It seems that you haven't recognized the reality yet." Chang Heng looked at the dead vine crow with pity. This game is no longer that game, and the Temples are no longer one of the former top ten gangs, or at least not yet.

The ranking of the top ten gangs is not about who can be ranked in terms of fame. As Chang Heng said, now that the game has been changed, the people of the temples always bite themselves as one of the top ten gangs, and without corresponding strength, they will only humiliate themselves. The dead vine crow also understood this truth in his heart. Now he is no longer entangled in words. He took a deep breath and said, "You have done something bad for my lord some time ago. You just killed two companions in my palace. I'm here to ask for advice."

Chang Heng nodded: "This is the courtesy that members of the big gang should have. Come on, let me see if you have the original strength."

Speaking of this, the old vine crow looks a little strange. Chang Heng said that at the beginning, it was obvious that he was very familiar with the temples, but in his memory, he had never seen this person.

"Who the hell are you?" The dead vine crow couldn't help asking. With your strength, you are not a mediocre person in the last game. It's better to make it clear whether you are enemies or friends.

"I'm just a small player." Chang Heng smiled and didn't want to say more. It is now clear that we are enemies. Look at the gun."

With that, Chang Heng took the lead.

The flying gun was shocked and broke through the air. The tip of the gun flashed coldly, passing through the air like thunder, super speed, and even rubbing with the air, bringing out a strip of sparks and going straight to the door of the dead vine crow.

Simple, direct and domineering, Chang Heng wants to suppress the dead jay with his absolute strength.

The old jay's face was serious, and his wrists trembled. A black feather more than three feet long appeared in his hand, gently shaking, and a circle of black light emitted out in front of the flying gun. Feilian's gun encountered black light and suddenly stagnated. No matter how Chang Heng urged the witch power, it was difficult to move forward at all.

"The magic weapon?" Chang Heng's face changed slightly.

"This is a magic weapon made by a senior in his family with his own feathers after crossing the disaster. Water and fire are invulnerable, and knives and soldiers are difficult to hurt. You should be careful." The dead vine old crow reminded him kindly.

Chang Heng sneered. In terms of quality, the Feilian gun is indeed not as good as the other party's black feather magic weapon. After all, the Feilian gun is refined by Chang Heng himself, and the materials used are not good and congenitally insufficient, but only in this way, it cannot be the reason why Chang Heng PK can't beat the dead vine crow.

"Kill." Chang Heng shouted in a low voice, turned around, and countless figures in an instant. Each figure held a long black gun and killed the dead rattan crow at the same time.

"It's useless." The dead vine old crow shook his head and stood there with black feathers in his hand. It seemed that Chang Heng would suppress Chang Heng with this magic weapon and kill him when he felt completely desperate.