Don't use it, never stay, this is the principle of a sword to the sky. Since they do not know the times, then they will never be troubled,

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, not to mention such a big gap, even if the three of Zhan Tian are equipped with high levels, it is impossible to fight them.

"Brothers rush out with me!" Zhan Tian shouted, holding a tenth-level golden shield, taking the lead, sweeping with a sword, and killing four seventh- and eighth-level players in seconds. Suddenly, dozens of magic attacks fell on Zhan Tian's body, and his blood volume fell down crazily, and he was about to see the bottom, and a female scattered immortal named Eros in the team threw a healing spell to Zhan Tian, and a white light enveloped Zhan Tian, and suddenly his blood volume returned to full value.

Zhan Tian was red-eyed, and moved forward frantically, and someone would die as pointed by the long sword. Wu Zifan and an eighth-level martial artist fluttering are in charge of the left, and on the right is an eighth-level wrestler and an eighth-level warrior are in charge, the four of them are trembling and trembling, and the danger is full of dangers.

Qingqing's equipment is undoubtedly the best for everyone, and after she broke it, the tenth-level dark gold double snake blade danced like a spiritual snake in her hands, and everywhere she passed, blood was splashed, one by one, and the fierce attack made people frightened, it turned out that the thieves were so fierce.

The battlefield and the four scattered immortals were protected by the six people of Zhan Tian in the middle, and whichever direction was in crisis, they would attack in that direction. Especially the magic attacks of the battlefield, everywhere you go, even the most heavily defended warriors are killed in seconds, not to mention other professions.

After experiencing a snow cliff dungeon, the eleven people cooperated tacitly, and under the fierce impact of Zhantian, the Zhutian Dynasty fell more than fifty seventh- and eighth-level players. But to break out of the encirclement of more than 1,000 people is obviously wishful thinking.

"Be careful!" The battlefield roared, and the staff was raised, releasing a magic shield to cover everyone. At this moment, dense magic fluctuations appeared above the magic shield, and hundreds of one-hundred-meter-long stones appeared out of thin air, falling like raindrops.

"Flash everybody."

How could the power ......of one person on the battlefield block the combined attack of more than 200 mages, the magic shield broke, and hard stones fell down one by one, piling up into a small mountain, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving behind the corpses of six brothers.

The five Zhantian people reacted quickly and fled outward, escaping the catastrophe, but they were also surrounded by everyone in the Zhutian Dynasty. Before Wu Zifan could stand up, two eighth-level wrestlers wielded huge axes and slashed at him.

"Boss, be careful!"

Ignoring the attacks around him, he rushed forward and blocked the attacks of the two eighth-level wrestlers for Wu Zifan. It was originally a flutter with little blood, but after being hit by the two of them, it directly bottomed out and flew out.

"Flutter!" Wu Zifan roared, his eyes were about to split, and his muscles and bones were bulging. One by one, brothers and sisters were killed, and the flames of hatred burned in their hearts.

"The dog miscellaneous of the Zhugou Dynasty, Grandpa Zhan fought with you! Frost! Battlefield held the staff and raised it to the sky, the air suddenly fell, and a faint layer of silver frost condensed on the players with a range of five meters, their attacks became slow, and their blood volume fell down one by one.

"Brother, calm down, everyone gets together to protect the president." Zhan Tian raised his sword and swung it, repelling the two wrestlers who attacked Wu Zifan, and then used the sweeping leaves, holding the long sword to rotate three hundred and sixty degrees, setting off a sword wind, and the sword qi shot out in all directions, and more than ten players were directly killed in the nearest circle. The sharp sword aura forced the players behind them back by a meter and fell into a commotion. Battlefield and Qingqing took the opportunity to flash to the side of Zhan Tian, and the three of them protected Wu Zifan.

"Mage Sanxian gave me a fierce attack." A sword roared at the sky, very angry, besieged eleven people, and lost more than a hundred elites, this is a great shame, how can the temple of the gods be willing.

"You don't care about me, it's the Temple of the Gods I'm sorry for you, you rush out!" Wu Zifan was full of grief and indignation, there was a traitor in the Temple of the Gods, and the saddest thing was him.

"President, since joining the Temple of the Gods, we are a family, living and dying together." Zhan Tian spoke up.

"What a life and death, good brother!" Wu Zifan was relieved and looked at Zhan Tian gratefully.

"Brother, it's not good, the magic fluctuations above are too strong." As a mage in the battlefield, his knowledge of magic is far stronger than that of three people.

"Rush!" The four of them did not hesitate to rush in the direction of a sword to the sky, even if they died, they would kill the traitors of the Temple of the Gods.

Countless magic and immortal magic fell wildly, lightning, fireballs, wind blades, real fire, ice planers, etc. covered the four people, and one by one the damage rose from the top of the head, and the blood volume fell straight down, and the situation was in danger. And the place where the four of them stood just now was unrecognizable, and there was no grass.

"Damn, I can't hold it anymore, Zhugou Dynasty, Grandpa Zhan will never die with you in this life!" The battlefield was unwilling, and wanted to hold up the magic shield, but it was unable to do so.

At this time, a figure rushed over the heads of all the players of the Xutian Dynasty, as fast as a galloping horse, and fell in front of the four Zhantian under the surprised eyes of countless people.

"Boss!"

"Cause and effect!"

The person who came was none other than Yunguo, surrounded by a faint colored light, with a dusty atmosphere, like a master. The Red Lotus Scepter in his hand was even more red, showing its strength.

Yun Guo gave a treatment to the four of them, turned around and looked coldly at the sword to the sky, the two sides of the previous life reappeared in twilight, hatred was rapidly sublimated in his heart, and anger flashed in his eyes.

Rain in all directions

As soon as the group attack skill Bafang rain came out, the area of ten meters in front of him was suddenly shrouded in a drizzle, which seemed to be an ordinary drizzle, but it was a deadly killing weapon. Drops of rain corroded their flesh and blood like sulfuric acid, and harvested the lives of more than eighty people at once.

"Damn, such a pervert!"

"Who is he?"

……

The people of the Zhutian Dynasty were all frightened, and their eyes were bigger than a bull's eye, and they all had the same thought in their hearts: Who is he?

"He's cause and effect."

"Oh my God, level fourteen!"

"Damn, equip the cow!"

……

Some players who lost their reconnaissance to Yun Guo broke the news in shock. The first person hunted down by the Zhutian Dynasty was two levels higher than the battlefield ranked first on the rank list, and he could no longer be described as terrifying.

It turned out to be him, a sword to kill the sky, his heart trembled, and the cold eyes of Yun Guo just now made him feel an inexplicable coldness, penetrating the depths of his soul and hitting the fear in his heart.

"The boss is mighty!" The battlefield roared excitedly, marched forward, and fought side by side with Yun Guo, not afraid of the thousand players of the Zhutian Dynasty at all.

"Move my brother, you must die." Yun Guo said lightly, stretched out his index finger and pointed at a sword more than twenty meters away, filled with a strong killing intent. Dare to be so arrogant and domineering in a thousand people, and the opponent is the president of the old game dynasty, this is not how many people can do it.

The people of the Zhutian Dynasty smiled disdainfully, even if you are of high level and high equipment, is it possible to kill the boss under so many of our noses, damn, what an arrogant guy.

"Boss, there's a little traitor plane next to the dog." Battlefield wrath.

The corners of Yun Guo's mouth raised, and an arrogant expression, under the surprised eyes of everyone, disappeared in place, leaving behind a figure that could not distinguish the true from the false.

"Protect the Boss."

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