The players of the Noxus camp really collapsed, and the camp chat channel was full of panicked shouts and all kinds of curses. Fear began to spread like a nightmare, and many people thought that Anger was a devil, a big devil who killed people without blinking.

The thousands of people who were originally chasing Ye Xiaofei began to panic, and the presidents of the major guilds began to order a retreat, and they had to retreat.

The difference in equipment and technology is too great, Ye Xiaofei is not directly with them at all, and every time he makes a move, it is very deadly.

There were fewer and fewer players in the local lineup in the Banshee Jungle, and Ye Xiaofei began to turn around and run towards Stormwind City. In Stormwind, there are more players from the opposing faction.

The players of the Demacian camp rushed into the Banshee Jungle, but it was not as they imagined, and the figures of the opposing camp were barely visible, all of them were scattered squads.

What about being angry and becoming a god? What about him being besieged by a large group of Noxian players?

Ye Xiaofei had already come to the city wall of Stormwind City at this time, and the city wall was already dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, and collapsed ruins.

Along the ruins, Ye Xiaofei wanted to enter Stormwind City, but at this time, several black shadows suddenly appeared not far away, and Ye Xiaofei decisively turned on his stealth skills.

Arrows and magic struck, and Ye Xiaofei had already forcibly rushed towards those guys.

The shooter turned on the Eagle Eye skill, and when he saw Ye Xiaofei rushing over, he was also startled. The God of Killing is here!

"Retreat! A rage is coming! ”

"Run for what? Can't the five of us beat him alone? ”

But the next second, the guy shut up.

Ye Xiaofei turned on the Ragnarok skill and rushed up like a mad dog, pointing at the knife, no one could hold on for two seconds.

Looking at the corpses of the five people on the ground, Ye Xiaofei picked up their equipment and threw them all into the necklace to sacrifice.

Covering up all the way, soon Ye Xiaofei's task will be completed, and the entire Noxus camp is also panicking.

Enter Stormwind, and the whole city is in ruins. There were ruins everywhere, the ground was full of fallen leaves and weeds, the breeze was bleak, and the sound of fighting could be heard in the distance.

When Ye Xiaofei just came to the street, he became inexplicably excited. The ruins of Stormwind City can't hide the killing aura here, and Ye Xiaofei likes this feeling.

However, at this time, he saw a man standing proudly on the street not far away. With long hair fluttering, he carried a long sword in his hand, a long sword that shimmered with multicolored light. The autumn wind swept past him with fallen leaves, and the green mang armor on his body looked a little dim, but Ye Xiaofei felt a strong aura of slaughter.

Seeing his name, Ye Xiaofei's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was like electricity, and his eyes became sharp. The expression on his face changed from excitement to solemnity, his fists began to clench, and every fighting nerve in his body became tense.

Ye Xiaofei only saw three words, only three words, but those three words weighed him like a mountain.

Proud.

When he saw these three words, even Ye Xiaofei felt a burst of respect in his heart.

The four-turn demon swordsman profession Ling Tian Sword God is arrogant, the top existence in the Great God Game, since Ye Xiaofei knew this name, he has always been considered a myth in the Great God Game, that's right, he is a god.

Wang Shiyu once fought with him, and he didn't even insist on it for 30 seconds, this is no longer something that equipment can make up for, this is strength, hard power.

I don't know why, Ao Wushuang has never participated in a professional team, but his strength is recognized as the strongest in "Great God Game", and there is no one. Even those professional team clubs tried every means to get him to join the team, but in reality, there was no information about this person. No one knows who he is, no one knows where he lives or what he does.

is such a person, his strength has really reached the realm of supernatural beings.

It was still the early stage of the game, and Ye Xiaofei didn't expect to meet him here. Judging by the color of his name on the top of his head, he is from the Noxian camp.

I don't know why, Ye Xiaofei felt that his heartbeat was speeding up, and a strong sense of oppression hit him, which was not at all comparable to those ordinary players. Even in the face of thousands of enemies, he did not feel the oppression of arrogance.

It was the breath of a strong man, the breath of a king.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to meet you here." Ao Wushuang slowly raised his head and said lightly.

The eyes also became shining, and there was no expression on his face, which was very cold. His sword was colder, though.

The colorful light bloomed, and Ye Xiaofei's heartbeat gradually accelerated. This guy has managed to get a sword comparable to a god-level weapon so quickly, a few levels higher than his own pink suit.

The most terrifying thing is not the sword, but his people. A person is like a sword, and Ao Wushuang just stands there quietly, and his entire body will exude a powerful aura that seems to be nothing. Although it was already very restrained, the person who was still oppressed by that breath was a little out of breath.

Ao Wushuang is not very handsome, and the whole person looks very ordinary, I don't know why, Ye Xiaofei always can't remember his face clearly when he sees it, it looks very blurry, only the breath on his body is unforgettable.

Is he going to do it to himself? Ye Xiaofei's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he knew that if Ao Wushuang made a move now, he would definitely not be an opponent. Even in the future, Ye Xiaofei was not sure to challenge him.

He's too strong!

"It's a blessing, it's a blessing." Ye Xiaofei snorted, as if he had seen an old acquaintance.

"I heard that you are very good, do you want to fight?" Ao Wushuang looked at Ye Xiaofei quietly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he crossed an arc.

"Now?" Ye Xiaofei didn't want to entangle with Ao Wushuang now, because at this time, he felt that he had absolutely no chance of winning against him.

"No, a month from now."

"Where?"

"At the top of the snow-capped mountain of Ferreljord, I will wait for you."

"What if I don't go?"

"I knew you'd come."

"How can you be sure?" Ye Xiaofei smiled.

"Intuition." A smile also appeared on Ao Wushuang's cold face.

……

At this moment, there was a burst of shouting in the distance.

"When he became angry, he was over there, and everyone was definitely allowed to run away."

"Why are you all here, oh my God, are the two gods going to fight?"

"Ling Tian Sword God is arrogant? That legendary, god-like man? ”

"! The colorful sword is more awesome than a god in anger! ”

……

(End of chapter)