The archer gave the order, and a dozen players appeared at the two ends of the alley with weapons in hand.
The alley where the Quan Zhen Sect was located was completely blocked.
Not only were these players equipped with top-notch equipment, but their temperaments were also very unique. Every one of them had a calm expression and didn't have the impetuous temperament of ordinary players. That kind of unapproachable and aloof aura gave people a sense of closeness but not familiarity.
With this kind of temperament standing there, they gave off the feeling of a peerless expert.
As the saying goes, the rotten see the rotten, the foundational see the foundational, and the experts see the experts in the same way.
Quanzhen's group was also an expert. If it wasn't for the fact that their wretched temperament was more important than anything else, they could also see this kind of extraordinary temperament.
Now that they felt this group of people's unique temperament, Quanzhen's people immediately became vigilant.
After looking around, Mingdu frowned and said, "Damn, this group of people are probably professional level experts?"
"Most likely!" Wuji nodded when he heard that.
Quanzhen's people had seen a few professional level experts before. They were people who had been out of this world for a long time, and they didn't have the cynicism of ordinary players who treated the game as a playground. Instead, they had a kind of solemnity that was more like a job.
Therefore, ordinary players would unconsciously feel pressure and discomfort when they saw professional players.
There was no other reason. Ordinary people came to the game to relieve stress and to pass time, but these people played the game to earn a living.
Their attitude towards the game was different, and their temperament would be fundamentally different.
It was reasonable for them to feel uncomfortable.
At this time, these people all had indifferent expressions, just like those hired killers. There was a sense of solemnity about them. In the eyes of Quanzhen's people who were extremely focused on the game, everything was out of place, so it was naturally very easy for them to judge.
Of course, Quanzhen's people had the ability to stir up trouble, and they also had the awareness of being hunted down. Naturally, they wouldn't be afraid just because the other party was a professional player.
If it was on a normal day, the Quanzhen would not be afraid even if there were a few hundred of them, let alone a dozen of them. After all, the Quanzhen people could fly, so it would be quite difficult to catch them. Even if they could not defeat them, no one could stop them if they wanted to escape.
However, it was different today. Ming Jian Daoxue's miserable end served as a warning to the people of Quanzhen Sect that a powerful and elusive archer was lying in ambush somewhere nearby.
Once everyone was out of cover, they would be completely exposed to the Archer's field of vision. At that time, being shot to death would only be a matter of an instant.
Fighting under someone else's gun was always something to be worried about.
Just as the people of Quanzhen were whispering to each other, the warrior in the lead suddenly said with a cold expression, "Everyone from Quanzhen, come out! We're going to die sooner or later anyway. Our time is more valuable, so it's better to be efficient and save everyone from wasting time. "
In the end, they were professional players. Their words were filled with great confidence. It was as if the moment they made a move, the members of Quanzhen would be instantly killed.
"Fuck!! How arrogant! "
Hearing the warrior's words, the people of Quanzhen burst into an uproar. Then, Mingdu yelled at the top of his lungs, "Young man, you're very confident. I like to talk to experts like you. Come over and let's talk face to face."
After that, the people of Quanzhen raised their weapons and prepared to swarm the warrior and beat him to death.
"Hmph hmph!"
Unexpectedly, not only did the warrior not fall for the trap, but he also snorted coldly and said, "We in the Netherworld have heard of Quanzhen's style. I advise you not to have such thoughts. Come out quickly, or our mages will cover you with their firepower."
It seemed that the warrior did not look down on Quanzhen. He knew that these people were good at sneak attacks, so he did not dare to enter the alley rashly.
However, when the people of Quanzhen heard the words' Netherworld ', they were stunned.
They did not expect the whole of Windcloud to be so rich that they could actually invite the Netherworld.
The Netherworld was a new team that had emerged in the competitive circle in recent years. Although they were a group of newcomers, they were quite strong and had achieved good results in the National E-Sports Tournament for three consecutive years.
Wuji often boasted to the people of Quanzhen that if the Netherworld invited him to be the strategic commander, winning the championship would be a piece of cake.
For someone like Wuji, who had eyes on the top of his head, to be able to make such an evaluation of this group of young people showed their strength.
"Aiyaya! So it's the Netherworld. " After sighing, Wuji put an invincible on his head and stood up. "Could it be that you're the Death's Left Hand?"
Hearing that, the warrior said calmly, "I'm the Death's Right Hand! The Left Hand is our boss, and now his arrow is aimed at you. "
"Haha! Haha! "
WuJi awkwardly smiled and said, "Our Quan Zhen Sect doesn't want to help that unjust ghost. We have no enmity with your Netherworld King Realm, so why do you have to target us?"
"I've taken your money to eliminate disasters!"
The Death's Right Hand still had that unapproachable expression. As he spoke, he waved his hand and the mage's staff behind him aimed at Wuji.
"Don't …" Wuji quickly waved his hand. "Since you've taken my money to eliminate disasters, then I'll pay you double the price. How about you go and kill the guy who asked you to kill us?"
Quanzhen did not lack gold coins. Even if the opponent was a super rich second generation, Wuji had the confidence to do so.
"Sure!"
The Death's Right Hand said calmly. "But we, the Netherworld, have always been honest. Since we've accepted the mission, we can't fail. We can kill you first, then we'll talk about the price of killing your opponent."
"Heh!"
Wuji could not help but be amused. This guy's shameless manner really had the temperament of Quanzhen.
"Alright, enough with the nonsense. Prepare to die!"
At this moment, seeing that the invincibility effect on Wuji had disappeared, the Death's Right Hand narrowed his eyes. He lowered his head and rushed to Wuji's side. He waved his longsword and slashed at Wuji's neck.
Seeing the Death's Right Hand rushing over, Wuji calmly took a step back. At the same time, he raised his staff and a red light fell, covering Wuji before the Death's Right Hand's longsword could hit him.
Bam!
With a muffled sound, the Death's Right Hand shook as if it had slashed a stone.
At that time, Bao San rushed out and slammed into the Death's Right Hand.
The Death's Right Hand was caught off guard and was sent flying.
In the distance, the Death's Right Hand saw that his underling was hit. He nocked his bow and was about to shoot Bao San's head.
But at this moment, Yin Lao Er jumped out with his shield, blocking in front of Bao San and the Death's Right Hand, blocking the Death's Left Hand's line of sight.
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