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In the center of the broken altar, Peng Beihai clenched his teeth and shook his fists. The muscles in his body violently expanded by an inch, and a thick steam-like air continued to float out of his body.

Relying on this unique skill, Peng Beihai stood firm in the sea of ​​fire, miraculously withstood Qiyou's repeated attacks, and even knocked off 5% of Qiyou's health with his backhand.

At this time, Feng Chaoyang, who had retreated away from the altar, took a closer look and couldn't help being surprised and happy: "This is... the third level of Iron Cloth Shirt! Brother Hai has made a breakthrough?"

When people around him saw this, they couldn't stop cheering, and the cheers became louder and louder, making this secluded small forest suddenly lively as if they were organizing some happy event.

Yinglong Xiaodeng's eyes suddenly turned cold, he held the cold wind dagger tightly and secretly became nervous.

Peng Beihai's iron cloth shirt has reached the third level of cultivation, and his strength is even higher than the last time we met. This will undoubtedly bring greater risks to the actions of Ying Longxiao and his party.

Li Qingyun below exclaimed: "Holy shit, I really let him carry it! This Peng Beihai is not easy."

After that, people from the Beihai Gang swarmed up and launched a final siege on Qiyou in the center of the altar. Qiyou's health dropped rapidly and he was wailing.

After passing the first stage, the fire on the altar began to weaken, and Qiyou's attacks also changed from group attacks to single-target attacks. In addition, most of Qiyou's hatred was on Peng Beihai alone, which made the strategy extremely difficult. smoothly.

Feng Chaoyang waved his long sword and was ecstatic: "Brothers! It's the last 20%, try harder!"

In the distance, Li Qingyun, who was still watching everything secretly, could not help but grasp the ax handle again and again: "Do you want to do it now?"

"Wait!" Yinglong Xiao was uneasy.

Li Qingyun said anxiously: "But they are about to finish the fight. If we don't grab it, I'm afraid there will be no chance, Brother Long."

Finally, Ying Longxiao's ears twitched, as if he heard something, and he signaled Li Qingyun and others to retreat again: "There are footsteps, and there are other people in the woods."

Li Qingyun and others had no choice but to comply. At that moment, a dozen players suddenly jumped out of the darkness, holding various sharp weapons, catching the Beihai Gang off guard.

Li Qingyun was startled, raised his head to take a look, then pulled back and said: "They are people from Moying Guild, they are also here to snatch the lord."

There was a rather proud smile on his face.

At this moment, the two parties were fighting and fighting fiercely on the altar.

Peng Beihai saw the leader's face clearly in the chaos and said angrily: "Is it you? Mo Ying Qingfeng?"

"Haha~" Mo Ying Qingfeng sneered: "Long time no see, little brat from the Iron Clothes Gate."

Immediately, he sank his back foot, took three steps forward, and struck Peng Beihai in the face with his sword, followed by a fierce and intensive attack.

Peng Beihai drew the scale sword from his left arm to resist Mo Ying Qingfeng's attack. However, he was too slow. He only made it to the fifth move when Mo Ying Qingfeng ripped open his left shoulder with a breeze and slashed him back.

The corners of Mo Ying Qingfeng's mouth curled up slightly and she smiled.

However, he also underestimated Peng Beihai's defensive power. I saw Peng Beihai lightly dusting his left shoulder and exposing the wound openly, but only a little skin was scratched.

"It seems that your iron cloth shirt has improved a lot." After Mo Ying Qingfeng saw it, he smiled and attacked again.

At this time, Feng Chaoyang suddenly roared and jumped out from the side. He raised his sword high and fell straight on Mo Ying Qingfeng.

Mo Ying Qingfeng didn't panic. After teasing him with his sword twice, he backhanded him with a Sun Slash, knocking him back two meters with his sword.

Feng Chaoyang's health immediately plummeted, and while he was gritting his teeth and complaining, Mo Ying Qingfeng caught up with him and hit him hard, causing him to vomit blood.

In the end, Peng Beihai stepped forward and blocked Feng Chaoyang's two swords with his iron cloth shirt.

Mo Ying Qingfeng fought against two, but failed to get any advantage and retreated many feet.

At the same time, the people of the Beihai Gang were dying and being injured horribly. While they were holding the lord's hatred, they also had to deal with the sneak attack of Moying Guild. Moreover, their strength was obviously not as good as that of Moying Guild, and more than half of them were killed or injured in just one minute.

"Damn it!" Feng Chaoyang clutched his painful chest and cursed: "Don't you bastards have your own territory? You came all the way from Yuelin Fort to snatch our lord?"

Mo Ying Qingfeng's face darkened: "Hey, don't put too much gold on yourself. I was just passing by and snatched one of your lords."

Feng Chaoyang spat: "Bah! Fortunately, you are still one of the best guilds in Yuelin Fort, but in the end, you are just a bunch of cowards who bully good and fear evil, doing all these shameful things."

Mo Ying Qingfeng instantly felt as sick as if he had swallowed a fly: "You Beihai Gang are also considered good people? Why do I not believe it so much? How about... wait until I kill you, and then let the system help me calculate the justice value, let's see Let’s see if your Beihai Gang are good people?”

Mo Ying Qingfeng commanded his men to attack again.

Each of them had superb martial arts skills and worked closely together to defeat the Beihai Gang.

Peng Beihai became anxious and turned to the panicked crowd and shouted: "Let the lord out! Since they want to rob, let them rob as much as they can. I'm afraid they don't have the ability!"

In an instant, the scene was filled with flames and chaos.

Qiyou wandered around on the altar, and countless flames were released from his hands, making the people around him scream.

After Mo Ying Qingfeng calmed down, he looked at the young ranger named Mo Ying Qiufeng aside: "Go! Kite the lord aside. After we deal with this bunch of bastards from the Beihai Gang, we can come back and take care of him slowly."

"Okay!" Mo Ying Qiufeng received the order, quickly raised his bow and shot an arrow. A morning shot hit Qiyou's face, attracting his hatred, and started running with him.

Mo Ying Qiufeng was very agile, and combined with his displacement skills, he could jump freely among the ruins. Running at full strength, none of the attacks released by Qiyou could hurt him, and he could only be led by him like a kite.

When Feng Chaoyang saw this, he was immediately worried: "Damn it, this guy actually kited the lord away by himself!"

Peng Beihai gritted his teeth and said, "Come forward and interrupt his hatred! If we don't live well, they won't live well either!"

"Yeah!" Feng Chaoyang appreciated this approach very much, and immediately organized his members of the Beihai Gang to rush towards Qiyou with weapons raised high.

Qiyou's hatred was indeed disrupted. After many hatred submissions, the group skill was triggered.

Cast a spell! Death fire rain——

Countless small fireballs fell from the sky again, and because the attack range deviated from the altar, the trees outside the altar were also ignited, triggering a horrific forest fire.

The fire spread rapidly, and burning trees cracked and snapped wherever it passed. Everyone fell into the sea of ​​fire and complained endlessly.

In the chaos, a lightning-like figure jumped out of the flames. Under the cover of the other three people, he broke through the obstacles and stabbed Qiyou with a dagger raised high.

An ice dragon roared and flew out following the trajectory of his dagger.