There was a commotion among the people of the Zhutian Dynasty, and some of the players protected a sword Zhutian, and many scattered immortal mages launched fierce attacks towards them.

The fifteenth-level Ling Bo Weibu, known as a ghost, came to the front of a sword and a sword silently, and sent him back to the west with a flaming palm, and at the same time, the Red Lotus Scepter swept out, killing more than ten people, and the traitor small plane was naturally among them. Yun Guo, who has been blessed by the gods, plus the equipment is high-level, and the attack power is fierce and terrifying.

"The boss is hanging!"

"Grass!"

"What kind of scattered immortal is this?"

Everyone in the Zhutian Dynasty fell into shock again, looking at the scorched black and unadult-looking boss, everyone's eyes were full of fear. Can easily kill the boss under the protection of such a person, is he still a human?

"Kill, kill me!" A sword Zhutian was furious, roaring in the guild, since the Zhutian Dynasty made a name, he had not lost such a big face, so he was embarrassed.

Yun Guo succeeded in one blow, returned to the same place, and led Zhan Tian and them forward to kill, they were like tigers entering the flock, unstoppable. Although Yun Guo is a scattered immortal, he is not suitable for melee combat at the beginning of the game, but his equipment and level are more than a step higher than the opponent's, except for some fighters with higher defense, the rest of the professions are all destroyed by a staff in seconds.

The red glow emitted by the Red Lotus Scepter, like the light of the end of the world, was unstoppable, and under the ferocious killing, the players of the Zhutian Dynasty fell down and hung more than three hundred people. The ferocity of the clouds deeply shook their hearts.

The so-called two fists are hard to beat four hands, when people are strong and poor, no matter how strong the fierce brother is, he can't withstand the torture of all the beauties, not to mention the elite of the Zhutian Dynasty. Under the bombardment of countless magic and immortal arts, the five people of Yun Guo were in danger, especially Wu Zifan's blood volume, which was eight or nine times out of ten.

"Hurry out and give birth, and leave me alone." Looking at Yun Guo, who was always being stabbed for himself, Wu Zifan was unspeakably uncomfortable.

"What is a brother, a brother is a blessing and may not share it, and if there is a difficulty, it must be the same thing, this is a brother." The movements in his hands did not stagnate at all, the Red Lotus Scepter blocked the six fierce attacks, and the pace of progress was paused, and then the Red Lotus Scepter swept out, killing the six people who attacked closely.

There were too many people in the Zhutian Dynasty, the interference of thieves, the siege of warriors, the close attack of warriors, and the long-distance attack of mages scattering immortals, closely cooperating to surround the five people of Yunguo.

"Brothers, we're coming, kill!" There was a roar in the distance, as loud as the first spring thunder in shock, drowning out the sound of fighting on the battlefield.

It's him, this rough voice, Yun Guo is familiar. He is the master of the Temple of the Gods, the first god-level player of the Temple of the Gods in his previous life, he is highly skilled, and he is one of the best gods of power in Yangwei City, even if he is on the list of gods in the Loess Continent, he is also ranked in the top ten. He and Wu Zifan are buddies, after Yun Guo joined the Temple of the Gods in his previous life, he met him, leveled up together, fought against the Zhutian Dynasty together, and fought guerrilla warfare together. The ups and downs experienced in the past seven years, never abandoned, this brotherhood is deeper than the sea.

A group of more than 300 people, brandishing weapons, launched a ferocious attack outside the encirclement, made a gap with their lives, sacrificed more than 200 people, and rushed in front of the five people in Yunguo. The first person is a tall and strong eighth-level wrestler, with dark skin, strong muscles, holding a giant axe in one hand, exuding an invisible domineering aura, each axe can lift an opponent away, unstoppable, he is the first force god of the temple of gods to eat pig grandfather axe.

"The Zhutian Dynasty sent 10,000 horses to come, and it will be there in less than ten minutes, so let's rush out." Grandpa Pig-eating took the brunt of the axe and killed the people of the Zhutian Dynasty.

"Stupid pig body madness, eat me with a knife." An eighth-level martial artist named Tenglong in the Zhutian Dynasty held a fifth-level golden knife and slashed at the chest of the pig-eating grandfather with an axe, the voice was not finished, the knife strength had arrived, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

"It's good to come!" Grandpa Pig holds an axe and cuts horizontally, skillfully intercepting Tenglong's attack accurately. The swords and axes collided, sending out a spark, and both of them took a step back, staring at each other.

The paralyzing sensation from his right hand made Grandpa Pig secretly surprised, he couldn't imagine that the martial artist had such a powerful power, and he could be equal to the natural god-born wrestler.

Tenglong is not surprised, in the Zhutian Dynasty, his skills are firmly ranked in the top ten, except for those few people, it is difficult for ordinary players to enter his eyes. At this moment, Grandpa Piggy easily blocked his attack with an axe, making him put away his contempt.

Tenglong, the martial god of his previous life and one of the top martial gods of the Zhutian Dynasty, was a well-known figure in the Loess Continent, and even in the Five Elements Continent. The brothers of the Temple of the Gods who died under his knife are innumerable, and they are a great enmity of life and death, but Yun Guo in his previous life is not his opponent at all, so he can only let him slaughter his brothers and sisters. In this life, he has the ability to kill him, if he is not strangled in the cradle, how can he be worthy of his brothers and sisters.

After taking a look at the skill, Ling Bo microstep cooled down, and it was time to kill him. A row of phantoms flashed, and Yun Guo was like a ghost, silently reaching the right side of the dragon, and the red lotus scepter stabbed at his abdomen.

"Not good!" Tenglong screamed secretly, and the burning sensation in his abdomen made him realize the danger of death, and he swung his knife with all his strength, and with a bang, his right hand was numb, and he almost couldn't hold the weapon, and a trace of fear rose in his heart: what a strong force.

Tenglong's knife did not defuse Yun Guo's attack, the Red Lotus Scepter still pierced his abdomen, and the high attack damage of the Red Lotus Scepter, plus twice the fire damage of the Fire Devouring Bead, directly killed him.

"Ahh With a scream, Tenglong was swept out by Yun Guo, staring wide-eyed, unable to believe what had happened. Looking at the disdainful expression of the person who sneaked up on him, he understood that he was not wronged in his death, it turned out to be him, no wonder......

"Damn, who is this person, so powerful." Grandpa Pig looked at Yun Guo with an axe, he is not a war day, nor a war field, when did such a figure appear in the Temple of the Gods?

"Kill all the garbage of the Heavenly Dynasty, kill!" Yun Guo shouted loudly and took the lead in rushing to kill, killing at least one player in seconds with each staff, which was fierce and scary. The players of the Temple of the Gods saw that their brothers were so powerful, and they saw a glimmer of life as if they were at home, and they all had high morale, raised the weapons in their hands, and rushed to kill frantically.

Their stubborn resistance in Zhantian, to the killing of Yunguo, to the support of Grandpa Pig's axe, all the way to the battle, more than 1,000 players of the Zhutian Dynasty, there are more than 500 people left. Of the more than three hundred players in the Temple of the Gods, there are only more than eighty left. In comparison, the losses of the Zhutian Dynasty were serious, and besides, they were all the elites of the guild.

Collection, tickets, ask for a reward for the first person, is it good to have the support of capable brothers and sisters?