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The Netherworld Guild, combined with the Fierce Evil Guild, with a total of about three hundred people, appeared at the edge of the temple in a mighty manner.

The president, Netherworld Black Dragon, stood in the middle, looking down on the others.

On the left and right sides stood the two vice-presidents of the Netherworld Guild, namely an uncle knight named Netherworld Black Tiger, and the swordsman who had fought Ying Long Xiao in the Xiqiu Holy Land, Netherworld Black Panther.

At this time, the crowd was about to get restless, but the Netherworld Black Dragon raised his hand to signal everyone to stay where they were.

"Wait a minute!" Netherworld Black Dragon snorted: "We just agreed to come over to help, and we didn't say we would end up personally. Let's just wait and see what happens."

The Netherworld Black Tiger was stunned. "Where will the party be that day?"

Netherworld Black Dragon wrote lightly: "Let the long-range professions give them some support, and all melee combatants should be replaced with bows and arrows and staffs. Don't rush into this muddy water unless you have to."

In the center of the temple, an encirclement and annihilation battle against the Qingyun Guild began vigorously.

Due to the pressure of numbers, the number of people in the Qingyun Guild gradually shrank, and finally they gathered around a young knight named "Yun Feng Jingu".

He is not only the vice president of Qingyun Guild, but also the actual founder of Qingyun Guild. When Mingxuan Riyue was out fighting, he was also commanding the entire guild.

Several assassins from the Lonely Heaven Guild suddenly appeared from the darkness, wanting to take advantage of the chaos and pounce to assassinate the leader.

Yun Fengjingu tensed up and reacted at the critical moment, but was still stabbed in the chest by sharp knives thrown out from all directions at the same time. The enemy came fiercely, and just as Yun Peng Jingu was about to suffer, he was hit twice more by the knife, and the blood soon stained his entire upper body red.

He reluctantly lifted up his spear, swung it violently, and knocked to the ground several assassins who rushed out, then rushed forward and stabbed one of them to death.

Afterwards, Mingxuan Riyue arrived, and after falling to the ground like a meteorite, he slapped the remaining assassins away with a backhand slap.

At the same time, Yun Feng Jingu was almost killed because of this beheading operation. He stumbled suddenly and vomited a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

"Golden Drum!"

Mingxuan Riyue quickly supported him.

Yun Fengjingu shook his head and managed to steady himself. "I'm fine, brother. But...some helpers were suddenly called from the other side, and we are at a slight disadvantage in terms of numbers."

After Shenmeng's people gained the numerical advantage, they launched a new wave of counterattack.

The army swarmed towards them like a tide.

Ye Jing Haitao was particularly excited and charged at the front line almost madly, killing the people of Qingyun Guild.

While killing, he shouted everywhere: "Mingxuan Riyue! Mingxuan Riyue! Why are you hiding and hiding like a turtle? Come out, you must pay the price for your previous arrogance!"

Mingxuan Riyue was so furious that his whole body's true energy exploded, and he was about to rise into the sky, but he was still suppressed by Yun Peng Jingu.

"Brother!" Yun Fengjingu shook his head and said, "The situation is not good."

Ye Jing and Haitao didn't see anyone, so they shouted more and more vigorously.

It wasn't until an arrow suddenly flew out and pierced his chest directly, and the entire arrow was almost completely submerged into the ground, that he suddenly became excited and his voice suddenly stopped in pain.

In the distance, a ranger woman is riding a war horse, holding a long bow high in her hand, still humming.

Behind her were three regiments led by Xuejian Yingdeng, Mianyun Tingquan and herself. They were slightly larger in number, with nearly 140 people.

Almost every group is full.

Yun Feng Jin Gu was suddenly startled and said happily: "Are they Yunyang and the others?"

The Luoshen Guild is here.

The president, Yunyang, was dressed in emerald-gold scale armor and had a golden long bow that was burning with fire. He shuttled through the battlefield with sharp eyes, looking for prey, lining up his bow and arrows, and shot down several people in a short time.

Behind him, Xue An Ying Lan holds a staff and is surrounded by ice energy.

Some assassins reacted quickly and aimed at the two eldest ladies of the Luoshen Guild. They quickly cut in with their knives and tried to behead them.

However, before the assassins could get close, Mianyun Tingquan bowed, jumped off his horse, and faced them.

"You want to touch our president, have you asked me?"

She was wearing silver armor, holding a Yanling sword in her hand, and had a high black ponytail. She danced back and forth with her arrogant attack movements, and killed the assassins one after another in two or three strokes.

Afterwards, she would put the knife on her elbow coolly, raise her nose, and wipe away the blood with a cold look on her face.

"Humph~"

Guild President Yunyang gently rode his horse and came to the front of the army. He said with a slightly angry smile: "No matter who is fighting the dream of the gods, we Luoshen will help out!"

Yinglong Xiaoshen was in the center of the battlefield, assisting Li Qingyan and holding a ceremony for Li Qingying's transfer. He couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw the appearance of the Luoshen Guild.

Although it has been a long time since the incident on Peach Blossom Island, Mianyun Tingquan died at the hands of a light-hating man in order to protect himself. After his account was deleted by the system, he was forced to practice his account again.

I still feel quite guilty towards her.

Now that he appears as an enemy, I feel somewhat sad.

Not only that, not long after the Luoshen Guild joined the battle, another army came over in a mighty manner.

The number of people is one or two more than that of Luo Shen.

The target is still directed at Shenmeng Guild.

The leader is a girl about the same age as Ying Long Xiao, Nanshan Feixue, leading the Nanshan Guild, who is riding in with a gun.

At the forefront of the Nanshan Guild's army, more than a dozen players from the Moying Guild could be seen faintly.

The Moying Guild follows an elite route similar to that of the Rakshasa Hall. The president, Moying Qingfeng, is the Crane-shaped Master of the Xingyi Sect. His swordsmanship is outstanding and his strength is otherworldly.

Now, the appearance of Moying Guild means that the people from Xingyi Sect have come to help Mingxuan Riyue.

Ying Long Xiao took a look from a distance and saw Mo Ying Qingfeng, and the dashing woman with a gun and riding a horse, Nanshan Feixue, who appeared with him.

As soon as he arrived at the battlefield, Nanshan Feixue raised his spear, rode into the enemy formation, knocked several tank players with shields away, and shot an enemy with one shot, lifting him high into the sky.

At that moment, Ying Long Xiao suddenly understood.

This Nanshan Feixue's spear skills are so fierce, and his strength is obviously not inferior to that of Mo Ying Qingfeng. He must be Master Ma Xing of the Xingyi Sect.

Now, dragon shapes, crane shapes, and horse shapes appeared one after another, and half of the six great sages of the Xingyi Sect came. The chaos seemed to be spiraling out of control.

The flying snow in Nanshan Mountain and the refreshing breeze from Mo Ying shouted in unison to the famous hanging sun and moon.

"Little uncle!"

Obviously, the position of Mingxuan Sun and Moon in the Xingyi Sect is very important. After all, no one's junior uncle is as unreliable as the Yinglong Xiao family.

Mingxuan Riyue was also stunned. "Xiaoxue, Qingfeng."

Nanshan Feixue clenched her pink fist and said angrily: "If you dare to bully my junior uncle, these guys really don't take our Xingyi Sect seriously. Brothers, show them some color!"

Gathering the power of Luoshen, Nanshan, and Moying guilds, Qingyun Guild once again seized the initiative on the battlefield.

The danger once again fell to Shenmeng.

Li Qingyan was busy with the ceremony, his mouth slightly bulging in anxiety.

"This Luo Shen has come at the wrong time. They are determined to make things difficult for us, Shenmeng." Li Qingyan gritted his teeth and frowned.

Luoshen and Shenmeng have always been at odds, which is nothing new in East China. But Luo Shen did things so well, it must be some disputes that happened in the past, which made Luo Shen brood and still can't let go.

As a result, the hatred between the two sides intensified.

Li Qingyan said anxiously: "Sister, our actions may have to speed up."

"I'm trying."

At this time, Li Qingying was sweating profusely. As the ceremony began, a dense ancient elven magic circle began to rise in the center of the temple, with milky blue mana ripples hanging in the air, affecting the magic circle.

Pieces of elven moon keys were sent into the magic circle. Immediately afterwards, Li Qingying levitated, tightly wrapped in the light rising from the magic circle, and turned into a cocoon of light.

In that cocoon of light, she continued to receive the baptism of power from ancient elves.

Soon, this ritual attracted the attention of the enemy.

The enemies are coming like a pack of wolves.

The Shenmeng Guild was retreating steadily, and the front line retreated to the center of the temple at one point, exposing Li Qingying to the enemy's fire attack.

Fortunately, Ying Longxiao gathered his people and stood guard around the magic circle with Li Qingyan.

All enemies leaking out of the defense line will be intercepted and killed by Ying Longxiao and others in their attempt to prevent Li Qingying from completing her job transfer.

As time went by, more and more corpses piled up in the center of the temple.

Li Qingyan frowned and said: "Although the Qingyun Guild also came with a lot of helpers, our numbers should be superior. How could we fight in such a mess?"

Ying Longxiao glanced back.

The entire Netherworld Guild was hiding behind and paddling. It would be strange if they were not in a panic. He really didn't want to vomit.

But, think about it.

The prosperity of the world is for profit; the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit.

Not everyone is as frank and willing to devote all their efforts to a promise, a responsibility, or even a casual relationship.

The enemy is coming with force. And Mingxuan Riyue no longer had any worries and came to kill again.

He brandished both swords, his eyes were cold, and every move was extremely deadly. He was like a god of war, stepping on bloody corpses every time he approached.

At the same time, in the dense forest outside the temple.

Another large army slowly gathered together.

However, they are not acting rashly yet. Compared to the Netherworld Guild who was hiding behind and paddling, they were more like observers, watching the battle quietly without even showing their faces.

A warrior boy, holding a ten-grip machete, walked out of the crowd, came to another man, and asked softly: "Aren't you going to join in the fun? Brother Ye."

"I'm not going." The man sighed softly, shook his head, and kept looking in a very distant direction.

The visitors were none other than Yan Guo Wushuang from Yan Guo Guild and Ci Ke Luo Ye from Tianqi Guild.

Yan Guo Wushuang seemed to understand him very well. "Is it because of Chunqiu? Indeed...I received intelligence that someone saw him inside."

"After all, he is a member of the Shenmeng Guild. How can I use any information? I can already tell with my toes that he is in it." Cike Luoye continued to sigh, looking downcast, as if he couldn't cheer up.

Yan Guo Wushuang said: "That's right. Since my guild president has changed his job, it seems unreasonable not to come. If such a person were in my guild, I would have given him a plane ticket."

Cike Luoye was speechless. "You're quite cheerful. I've racked my brains to try and get such a talented person, but I can't get him to come over."

Suddenly, Cike Luoye turned his head and glanced at Yan Guo Wushuang and the large group of Yan Guo Guild people behind him. His expression was surprised, as if he had just come to his senses.

Cike Luoye asked: "By the way, why are you here?"

Yan Guo Wushuang smiled unceremoniously. "These days, it doesn't seem to be difficult to make enemies with someone."

"Really? Tell me who provoked you. I'll help you deal with him." Cike Luoye was listless, but still straightforward.

Yan Guo Wushuang smiled and said: "It's a small matter. I don't plan to get too serious with them just yet. I just stopped by to join in the fun and see if I can earn a favor from Mingxuan Riyue."

"That boy...well, he is even more stubborn than Spring and Autumn." Cike Luoye thought to himself, recalling the scene when he first saw Mingxuan Sun and Moon.

It was still in the era of "Resurgence of Divine Power". In order to defend Tonghuang Cliff, most of the guilds and masters in the national server gathered together, including Mingxuan Sunyue.

They fought hard for days and nights, repelling waves of demons, and even defeated the arrogant gray-red general among the demons, trampling the entire gray-red army under their feet.

But just when they thought that dawn was approaching and everything was over, the sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning struck, and a huge magic hand broke through the clouds and descended from the sky, bringing down terrifying darkness and disaster.

That is God, the master of darkness.

The entire Tonghuang Cliff instantly collapsed and turned into ruins. This great empire also collapsed overnight.

Cike Luoye still remembers the scene of Mingxuan Riyue wailing in pain among the ruins.

He was really sorry for not being able to save this.

……

In the Cangshi Hall, the people from the Shenmeng Guild gathered again, standing layer by layer beside the president Li Qingying, setting up thick shields and human walls.

Ying Longxiao also switched from offense to defense. At the same time, he was able to show off his skills even more, especially with the fifth-level skill Boulder Barrier, which could block a large number of enemies by raising high walls.

But all this was obviously not enough in front of that man.

Mingxuan Riyue returned to the center of the temple again, with overwhelming anger and murderous intent.

Behind him was a pale golden dragon shadow, which became more concrete and ferocious as he became angry.

As soon as Ying Longxiao turned his head, he saw the people from the Tianxiahui dragging back the dying Ye Jing Haitao, who had almost turned into a bloody man. They were busy hurriedly, as if they had snatched a body back from the battlefield. Corpse".

He smiled.

Arrogance does have a price, but who will pay it is unclear.

Soon, Mingxuan Riyue rushed over.

His body was like a rocket, soaring into the air. When it passed over the ground at low altitude, sand and rocks flew from the ground. All the people and objects in front of him were instantly blown away or even torn into pieces.

"Anyone who stands in my way! Die——"

Mingxuan Riyue struck straight at Li Qingying with a straight sword.