"Look at the points list! Why did Tiandao suddenly come up!"

"The guild merger? I'll go, with such a big deal, will the first guild really be so important?"

Just as the players and the City of Holy Light were at the finals that were about to begin in half an hour, someone noticed that the neglected points ranking, Tiandi would rank second with 1,626 points, and Tiandao would rank first with 1,736 points. Now all the competitions have almost been settled. Except for the top four rankings that have not been decided, the rankings of other positions have been completed.

Even if Wang Xiaofeng can win the championship, he will only add 100 points, and he will not be able to catch up with this data. How did Tiandao do it?

However, through various methods, we will temporarily pull the top 100 masters into his guild. These guild elites are just temporarily borrowing the contracts and the contracts are still in the hands of their respective owners. It is not difficult to achieve this goal.

Wang Xiaofeng can completely fight to Shuangxiao or fight bloody people, but Tiandao has plans to confirm the opportunity to follow up. This will definitely end with a farce.

"This guy is really unwilling to give up." Wang Xiaofeng just smiled slightly when he heard the news and told Li Sanmo: "Contact Tiandao, just say that the first guild is the name of the First Guild. We want the drawings of that special building. There is also the previous news, temporarily blocking it."

Li Sanmo took the order and Wang Xiaofeng watched the video of his opponent's next game. Qiuyue appeared in the VIP stands, cheering for Wang Xiaofeng.

"Suiting for the wind," Amy reminded the two of them to pay attention to the long river. Wang Xiaofeng's hand consciously retracted Qiuyue's waist. The elders behind him looked at each other with a hint of evil in their smile. Amy stood beside Wang Xiaofeng, nodding in response to Qiuyue's smile. "Are you sure about the next game? His Majesty the Pope will pay attention to your game on the sacred mountain."

"The other party is a very tricky warrior," Wang Xiaofeng sighed melancholy, "Strong and just. Even if he is defeated, there is no regret."

"If possible, try to win," Amy glanced at the stands where the Warriors Union was located, and handed Wang Xiaofeng a sheepskin scroll without a trace. "You are the only cardinal of the Holy See, don't let the Holy See's reputation be damaged."

Is there really? Wang Xiaofeng blinked and smashed the scroll without any trace, and a ray of light penetrated into his body. It's worth it, the competitions these days have been worth it, absolutely worth it.

In the stands of the Warrior Academy, the dean of the Warrior Academy General Academy was smiling and slapped the warrior player's shoulder. Although the player has been playing the game for four or five years, when have he seen such a formation? Especially this time, he reached the final, and it was immediately a game to challenge the first player, which made the young man feel inexplicably excited.

"Although you are a hero from the mainland, a legendary figure, and a noble Archbishop of the Holy See, I believe you will definitely perform well." The old dean smiled kindly, not paying attention to the black lines hanging on the warrior's forehead, and said a booklet was stuffed into the hands of the players without any trace.

"This is a battle of no glory and interest, but just a showdown between you Apocalypse. Forget his extremely noble identity, but remember not to insult the other party."

The warrior player blinked and decisively held the booklet in his palm. Is this considered a hidden plot? It should be considered a matter of being like a hidden plot? It should be, it will pass with the wind and pass with the wind. What did you do to this game? The dean of the Warrior Academy in front of him is so respectful to you.

I win a frustrated way, but lose a reasonable way. Is this my destiny...

Ding Ding Ding!

On the Gaozhu ring, Wang Xiaofeng's figure appeared, and he was also the host. "Dear guests, witnesses from all over the mainland, you will witness the birth of the strongest apocalypse of the Light Clan. He will face the challenge from the dark camp and become the real first apocalypse of the Dawn Continent! The annual individual competition will be held once a year in the future, but this time will be a truly wonderful showdown! Cheer! Please invite the players to the court! A victory or defeat!"

The cheers were deafening, and the men around them shouted, cheering for such a powerful Apocalypse. Of course, it was also related to the figure standing on the ring, which was the Archbishop of the Holy See, and the believers did not cheer.

The warrior appeared in front of Wang Xiaofeng, and the two smiled and bowed, which was a common etiquette in the game world. Wang Xiaofeng smiled and said, "When we were drunk, we met again. How have we been in these years?"

"Ye Lan, this is our belated battle." The soldier laughed, knocking two long swords in his hand, and did not rush to take action. "I just became famous back then, and you disappeared into the game. Now I finally make up for some regrets."

"When you were not famous, I seemed to have given you a few more times." Wang Xiaofeng reminded him kindly, reminding the other party not to work too hard later.

"Well, it's not true. Without you from the past, there would be no me now." Zui Shi Fengyue sighed, "How about we make a bet? Bet in a man's way."

"What are you betting on?"

"Just bet if I win this game, then you delete this dad account and practice the poison thief again. I still look forward to fighting with your poison thief. If I lose this game, then I will take my studio to your name and will never leave within three years."

"No matter how you bet, it seems that you are taking advantage of it." Wang Xiaofeng curled his lips, "I bet."

"A gentleman's words!"

"Hand a quick whip!"

"Soldiers charge!"

I'll go, here's it?! Wang Xiaofeng's figure was wrong, and two groups of holy lights and transformed sheep were thrown over, then turned around and ran to break the distance. The other party obviously knew that Wang Xiaofeng had this move, and he was hit by one-tenth of his health after taking his damage, and he was not panicked.

"Puncture Blade!" A light blade suddenly exploded in the warrior's hand. Wang Xiaofeng could not dodge and was directly stabbed into his right leg, entering a slow movement that lasted for twenty-five seconds.

This is not a control skill, but it is better than a control skill, which completely interferes with the player's movement through bleeding and continuous damage.

"Holy Soul Burning! Holy Light Shield! Holy Light Bull!" Wang Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and threw a holy light bullet at the other party, ready to bear the other party's violent attack. A blood light appeared on Feng Yue's head, and a thin film wrapped the long sword in his hand.

Poison? No, it should be a skill to strengthen damage. I still didn't give up moving. Although the movement speed was very slow, it could also delay the opponent's speed of catching up.

When he was drunk, Feng Yue smiled proudly and slashed Wang Xiaofeng's waist with his two swords. Wang Xiaofeng suffered this damage and suddenly found that a piece of blood strip on his head fell, about one-third of it.

I went, and it actually hit a critical hit.

The other party was also slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, Sui Feng was so "soft" that he seemed to be able to handle it with just a few critical strikes.

He added blood and was full. The amount of healing was as expected. The sword of both hands flipped and slashed towards his waist that was passing by the wind, but was avoided by the other direction and only one-tenth of his blood was drained.

This damage is much normal, but it seems that the blood limit is not as high as he imagined, and the opponent's intelligence points must be higher than he expected. This kind of dad is definitely a non-mainstream dad and is not suitable for teamwork.

However, the problem in front of you is how to solve the other party.

"With the wind, you will definitely lose today!"

The glory of Peng, the sheep transformation technique is shining, and Wang Xiaofeng's figure has taken the opportunity to widen the distance, and wait for the warriors to stand up and continue to bombard with their skills.

Although the result of the bombardment was not satisfactory, this battle without time limit can always determine the result, and so far, Wang Xiaofeng is still temporarily leading.

"Instant Shadow Slash!" The warrior roared, and the lock positioning and transfer skill similar to charge was activated immediately. Before Wang Xiaofeng could react, he was knocked on the slap from behind. A golden damage erupted behind him, and Wang Xiaofeng's blood strips were immediately reduced by a large part.

What skill is this? How can a warrior have advanced skills like a thief?

But that's all. A holy light suddenly surged around Wang Xiaofeng's body, like a fire ring that resisted fire, and more like an ice lamp ring of ice craft. However, in addition to making the blood bar on this guy's head drop, it can also pop him out.

The ring of guardians!
Chapter completed!