As soon as it fell, before Moss could react, he only felt a black light flash in front of him, his heart jumped violently, and he subconsciously looked forward, only to see that the slender figure like lightning slammed the soul hunting fork into the heart of his chest.

“-12410！！！ Crit! ”

Huge damage figures, blood red.

Moss raised his head in disbelief, as if trying to see the face of the figure in front of him, but he could only see a trace of a smile left on the corner of the man's mouth, as if mockery, as if pity...

Then, he turned directly into white light.

"Ding! You have failed to challenge the third floor of Gensen Pavilion (Supreme), and you will not be able to perform the second challenge for 24 hours! ”

..

The white light flashed, and Xi Mu stepped forward slowly as if he had entered a no-man's land, picking up a ring that Moss had exploded, which was a silver-level T1 suit.

Heh, I didn't expect this guy to be quite rich?

Xi Mule was happy, and the corners of his mouth curled a little more, but in the eyes of everyone, it was extremely cold, as if a cold wind was blowing from nowhere.

He put the ring in his backpack and tossed it to the auction house with the rest of his equipment to sell it.

Then, he raised his eyes and swept to the front of him, his gaze was faint, but everyone felt that it was like a sharp sword, and all those who were glancing at it were dignified.

"Hehe, who else thinks I shouldn't be here?"

Xi Mu slowly spoke, smiling lightly at the corner of his mouth, and a handful of immortal death appeared in his hand, sinking to the ground, pressing out a deep imprint.

Everyone was silent, but they still didn't lower their bodies and held their heads high.

What about beating Moss? This can only mean that he has the identity of standing with everyone present, everyone is a strong person above the king level, who will bow his head easily?

Thinking of this, everyone turned around one by one and stood at the head of the White Moon Bridge, thinking about the way to cross the bridge.

"Hmph"

Only Randolph snorted coldly before turning his head.

Xi Mu didn't want to make more waves, but this cold snort came into his mind very clearly.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on the red-robed mage figure.

"Randolph, it seems that the time seven years ago didn't teach you enough lessons..."

Xi Mu's complexion slowly converged and turned calm.

Randolph, who was about to leave, was secretly sneering, but the voice exploded in his mind like thunder in the air.

"Seven years ago?!"

Randolph shuddered, and suddenly recalled the scene in the national war seven years ago in his mind, and couldn't help but gasp deeply, and his face twitched.

Then, he jerked his head back, and happened to meet the slender figure's smiling eyes.

The sensation of an electric shock spread throughout his body, and the corners of Randolph's mouth twitched frantically, as if he wanted to confirm again.

However.

"Did you forget it so quickly? Seven years ago, in the battle of the Grand Canyon of Kelan, you didn't say that. The corners of Xi Mu's mouth once again brought a cold smile.

Seven years ago... In the late stages of that virtual game... The Sino-American War in the Grand Canyon

A few words appeared one after another, and Randolph no longer had the slightest doubt, sweating all over his body, and in an instant he was soaked with his robes, and his face turned pale.

At this time, most of the people had already returned to the White Moon Bridge, and only the Sand Sea King and the Red Leaf King were still left, and they were about to come over.

The strange scene immediately attracted the attention of the rest, and more and more people began to turn back.

I saw that the newcomer just now was still standing in place.

And the core giant of the Hand of God Guild, who belonged to the first group among all of them, "Magician" Randolph, trembled as if he had encountered some great terror at this time.

Just when everyone was puzzled, the next moment, a scene that shocked them even more happened.

"Plop"

With a bang, the famous Randolph in the North American theater actually fell to the ground with weak legs, but the next moment he was ashamed on the spot, and used both hands to twist his body and shift the direction of his body.

"It's... You? ”

Randolph gritted his teeth and looked up in disbelief, although it was a strange face, and his eyes were frivolous, but the majesty and disregard hidden in the depths could not be erased.

This look... He was all too familiar.

In the Sino-American war seven years ago, that look left an indelible shadow on many players in the North American theater of war.

Thinking of this, he laughed miserably.

Back then, the one known as the Supreme of Death, the God of Death, and the Holy One of Death ascended to the throne of the world's first, and after the Brahmana Heart was gone, there was no rival.

Everyone knew that the one who had suppressed almost the top ten supreme guilds in the country had used bloody methods and almost swept away with a crushing force.

But few Huaxia players know that compared to the methods used against the enemies in other war zones during the National War, the one who was merciful to the top ten guilds in the country can almost be said to be merciful.

During the Battle of the Grand Canyon, the former Hand of God Guild was slaughtered at the bottom of the canyon by thousands of mysterious players led by him, and each of them was tortured to death by extremely bloody means.

You know, in the world of virtual gaming, almost all feelings are the same as the outside world.

Such a terrifying method made the thousands of players in the Hand of God Guild on the spot realize what life is better than death.

But no one knows why he committed such a cruel act, which is still a mystery.

It is said that after the end of the war, 90% of the thousands of players suffered from severe mental illness.

The Hand of God Guild spent almost all of its liquidity to compensate and pay for the treatment of players who participated in the Battle of the Grand Canyon, and it almost fell apart.

And the magician Randolph in front of him is the American commander of the Battle of the Grand Canyon of Coran, the pain and shadow left behind... It can well be imagined.

"It's me."

The smile on the corner of Xi Mu's mouth was even worse, and then he took a deep breath and took a few steps forward.

"I'm back."

..

In the South American war zone, in a primeval forest, a wooden pavilion to heaven stands tall, and thousands of players nervously look at the ID on a virtual screen next to it.

"Hehe, it is said that Lord Moss is the most promising player in our South American Theater to break through the third layer of the Gensen Pavilion, the last attempt is almost complete, and the next time it will be a blast!"

One player in Native armor had a glint of adoration in his eyes.

"In this life, Lord Moss is my idol!" Many people also showed yearning at the same time.

Just like the status of the Hand of God in the North American Theater, the South American Theater also has an extremely high-status, even monopolistic super guild, called the [Primordial Temple].

The lord of the [Primordial Temple] is the first hunter king in South America, known as the "King of South America" - Mendes.

Almost more than 70% of South American players will become nominal members of the original temple, but due to the number of players in the game, only about 5% will become truly officially recognized members.

And Moss, as one of the high-level leaders of the original temple, the right-hand man of the king of South America, can imagine his status in the South American theater.

Everyone is also looking forward to it.

But the next moment, a figure fell out of thin air, embarrassed.

Under the gaze of more than 1,000 people, the word "Moss" on the virtual light screen slowly disappeared.

In the silence, standing at the front of more than a thousand people, a man with fine muscles and naked upper body showed a trace of anger in his eyes.

However, the embarrassed figure did not care about the pain, and quickly got up and bowed respectfully to that person

"Great King, I... Killed. ”

Mendez spoke slowly, chilling:

"Who is it?"

Try to write another chapter

(End of chapter)