The current situation of the Shadow Guild, which has retreated to the depths of the Desert of Death, can be described as dire!

All sorts of strange and powerful monsters are constantly emerging from the desert underground, killing one or more players and then disappearing immediately, giving players no chance to fight back.

The Death Desert full of crises still gave the audience a lot of highlights, and the Shadow Guild team composed by pure mages could only watch their companions disappear one by one, and the next ten minutes were simply torment for them!

On the other side of the battlefield, amid the heated discussion among the audience, the hundred-member group of the Tenglong Guild still chose to temporarily retreat. They slowly retreated to the Chinese landing point before the next thirty minutes arrived.

As expected, on the eve of the next wave of hundred-man group teleportation, the remnants of the Shadow Guild were killed, and this group of mages with only a little more than forty people left finally joined up with the new teammates, and there was no need to continue to worry about it in the Death Desert

The Chinese side did not let the Japanese wait for a long time, and the Tenglong Guild and the World Guild, which had also converged, quickly appeared in the field of vision of the Japanese.

However, the Chinese side, which had the superior strength, did not choose to attack immediately, because this time the guild that the Japanese side chose to descend on was the first guild in Japan - "Yanagiyu"!

And the world's recognized number one master in Japan, "Ichiro Kusa", is the president of the Yagyu Guild!

Ichiro Kusa is a middle-aged man in his thirties and nearly forty. This Japanese is different from the traditional Japanese, who tend to come across as stern and unsmiling, and the older and more powerful the Japanese, the more so!

And Kusa Zhiichiro is a very handsome and handsome Japanese, and the years do not seem to have left a mark on his face. A charming face with a gentle and elegant smile all the year round, like a humble gentleman and a close friend.

However, no one dared to underestimate him!

At this time, Kusa Zhiichiro was dressed in a white samurai uniform, with a sword hanging from his waist and a pot of sake in his hand, so he came out of the crowd, holding his fist at Tiandao Yaoyao, but his mouth was in an authentic and fluent Chinese: "Tiandaojun, a few months ago, I said that not being able to fight you is the biggest regret of my life!" I never thought that in just a few months, we would have a chance to fight head-on! ”

Tiandao also took a step forward, and said loudly: "Brother Caozhi, it is also my wish to fight with you. Well, let's make a break today! ”

"Hah! Joyfully! Kusa laughed and drank the sake from the jug, a flush appeared on his handsome face, and then he threw the flask to the ground.

"Heavenly Daojun, I'm here!"

With that, Ichiro Kusa rushed towards the two major guilds in China alone.

Kusa Zhiichiro's steps were extremely fast, leaving only faint and invisible traces in the yellow sand. But his steps are extremely graceful, as if he was strolling along the path full of cherry blossoms on a leisurely afternoon.

Facing the approach of a strong enemy! Tian Dao still looked natural, his footsteps were open, and the long sword in his hand turned around lightly and skillfully, but it drew a perfect circle in the air!

Heavenly Dao raised his sword and stood still, naturally revealing a mellow and unshakable artistic conception.

Witnessing this situation, a realization suddenly rose in the heart of Kusa Zhiichiro: "In the face of the Heavenly Dao, I only have one chance, otherwise I will fall into the 'momentum' he created, and there is no possibility of victory!" ”

In an instant, Ichiro Kusa has already made a decision!

I saw him standing still at a distance of ten meters from the Heavenly Dao, slowly extending his right hand to the position of the saber at his waist, and then his slender five fingers interlocked, holding the handle of the saber tightly!

In the next moment, Ichiro Kusa was stunned and crossed a distance of ten meters! Direct teleportation appeared in front of Heavenly Dao! The sword in his hand was unsheathed violently, and a loud clear sound sounded, slashing towards the heavenly path with an indomitable momentum.

At the last moment, the long sword in Tiandao's hand slashed through a semicircle, and the cyan sword body lit up with a milky white circular halo, colliding with the mighty sword of Kusa Zhiichiro

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound on the ground, and under the effect of qi, the yellow sand around the two of them scattered and splashed like an explosion! But the strange thing is that behind the Heavenly Dao is a calm and calm! That's because the strength of the battle between the two sides is all blocked in front of Heavenly Dao!

The aftermath dissipated, and the flying yellow sand fell to the ground.

After the blow, Kusa Zhiichiro couldn't help but take two steps back before he could stand still! Putting the sword in his hand back into the sheath, an unnatural flush appeared on his handsome face, and he said with difficulty: "Thank you Heavenly Daojun for your teaching, I lost this time!" ”

Tiandao still had an elegant and calm smile, and said, "Accept it!" ”

At this time, the Heavenly Dao was also extremely uncomfortable, and half of his feet had already fallen into the yellow sand! But he still stood straight in place, not taking half a step back!

Kusa Shiichiro sighed slightly, turned around, and walked towards the Japanese group.

The people of the world and Tenglong did not go to make it difficult for him, and let Kusa Zhiichiro return to the team.

After that, Long Teng gave an order: "Destroy all the enemy troops and go to battle!" ”

Everyone echoed in unison: "Fight! ”

As a result, the Chinese side with high morale rushed towards the enemy under the leadership of Long Teng.

Even so, the Japanese still refused to back down, and the hundred-member group of the Yagyu Guild took up a position to protect the mages of the Shadow Guild behind them, and these remaining flame mages were definitely a force to be reckoned with in the Desert of Death.

As the Chinese approached rapidly, the mages of the Shadow Guild began to exert their strength, and the restless fire elemental was once again invoked by them, turning into a variety of fire spells to face the enemy.

But Wolong really didn't take the Shadow Guild that lost Konoha Yan in his eyes!

The middle-aged scribe raised his staff and pointed at it, and the wind and sand in the desert of death turned into a barrier in front of the friendly army.

This seemingly unthick wall of sand easily blocked the enemy's spell bombardment, and the attack of the Shadow Guild Mage Regiment was easily defused, as if it were just a boring firework

However, Wolong did not intend to spare the enemy, and with the amplification of the special terrain of the Death Desert, his powerful mage was also more handy when casting spells.

Under the continuous spell control of Wolong, the yellow sand in the sky rolled upside down, forming a huge tornado storm! Covering the sky and the sun, sweeping towards the Japanese!

The fire element controlled by the mage group of the Shadow Guild seemed so small in front of Wolong's magic, it couldn't even block it a little! Wherever the tornado storm passed, countless white lights rose up.

When Wolong ran out of mana and had to stop casting, the mage group of the Shadow Guild was almost wiped out!

At this time, Long Teng had already led the joint team of the two guilds to fight with the Yanagi Guild in Japan!

Although, at this time, Tiandao himself chose to rest in place and did not participate in the war, but it was difficult for Kusa Zhiichiro to recover his combat strength for a while.

The Yagyu Guild, which has lost Ichiro Kusa, is the opponent of the world and the dragon when it is one against two? Therefore, while struggling to resist the attack of the Chinese, they are also seeking a way back!

However, Long Teng was unwilling to give Ichiro Kusa a chance to turn the tables!

I heard a clear horse whistle from the sky above the Death Desert, and a white horse of a divine horse appeared from the sky, stepping on the void and coming to Long Teng's side.

Long Teng jumped and sat down on the white horse, the bright silver spear in his hand pointed at the enemy formation, but it was to lock the grass Zhiichiro hiding in the crowd firmly!

"Drive!"

The scorching sun, the yellow sand, the silver and white horses, the flying dragons!