Necromancer Doomsday

“Dead!”

In the interweaving of thunderbolt and flame, a sound was heard, full of baleful qi, Wang Ling’s blow sent Wan Zhiyang strikes back, and then , Where the thunderbolt and flames broke apart, a silhouette rushed out.

As if coming out of the void, lance was the first to pierce the package of thunderbolt and flame, and Wang Ling’s figure also followed closely from behind, shooting like an arrow in the sky and falling into the air Wan Zhiyang.

Wang Ling has already moved to kill, and is about to kill Wan Zhiyang under his lance.

The formidable power of thunder-fire is extremely strong. Wan Zhiyang was directly attacked. After ten seconds of resisting, he finally exhausted his strength. After losing the blessing of fighting energy, the Iron Body could not be maintained. The cold silver-gray luster faded quickly, revealing the original flesh and blood again.

Wan Zhiyang’s arm skeleton seemed to be struck by a hammer, and there was a burst of depressed pain, as if it were broken. This feeling made Wan Zhiyang understand that his arms The skeleton is definitely cracked. Although the arm can still move, it can’t exert force, otherwise the skeleton will crack more severely, or even completely crack.

But at this time, Wan Zhiyang felt that he was locked, and he was locked in the mid-air fall. It was a sharp breath, locked him firmly, with a certain The determination to kill.

Wan Zhiyang knows that if he is hit by this blow, the probability of death is extremely high.

“Fight!”

clenched the teeth, between the fragmentation of the skeleton of his arms and the loss of his own life, Wan Zhiyang finally chose to fragment the skeleton of the arms. , Shattered arms skeleton, in this age, it can still be recovered, it is just a bit of suffering, but if you lose a small life, it is equal to completely finished playing, this is not a game, can not be resurrected and cannot be restarted.

Resisting the pain in his arm, Wan Zhiyang gritted his teeth and crossed his arms again. The little fighting energy remaining within the body was mobilized again and flowed to his arms.

Suddenly, there was a tearing pain like a blade cutting like a sawtooth cutting and rotating, spreading from his arms to the whole body, this pain suddenly made Wan Zhiyang tremble, his eyes blackened and his head dizzy. Almost fainted directly.

It turned out that not only was the skeleton of both arms cracked, but even the muscles of the arms seemed to be torn, otherwise it would not be so painful.

“It’s over.”

A single thought flashed through Wan Zhiyang’s heart.

There is very little fighting energy left, and his arms are severely injured, making it difficult for him to perform. Facing this blow, he cannot evade and resist, only the dead end.

Thinking of this, Wan Zhiyang’s heart was covered with a layer of death. With the sharp and fierce aura of lance, his whole body seemed to be penetrated by thousands of acupuncture attacks, gradually The fall, as if falling into an endless abyss, Death God’s sickle was resting on his neck.

At the same time, Wan Zhiyang’s heart was filled with strong unwillingness, unwillingness to die like this.

But it is already powerless.

Lance snorted and pierced the sky, leaving a straight line.

The tip of Lance’s spear is already close to Wan Zhiyang, just a small distance away, it can break Wan Zhiyang’s arms and pierce his chest.

“Leader leader!”

“Dangerous, Lord leader.”

“Leader leader quickly go out.”

At this moment, when Wang Ling was about to kill Wan Zhiyang, his eyes suddenly flashed, as if someone appeared.

With a clang, Wang Ling only felt that his lance had been hit by something, and a distance spread across the spear body to his hands, causing his hands to numb slightly, stabbing Wan Zhiyang. The killer blow was even blown away.

Let’s land, Wang Ling looked forward, Wan Zhiyang’s silhouette disappeared, and then swept away, it suddenly appeared on the other side, standing with Wan Zhiyang is the unremarkable black The clothed middle age person still squinted his eyes slightly, still with a faintly discernable smile.

His index fingers of both hands are still flicking gently.

Wang Ling can be sure that just now, it was this black clothed middle age person who smashed his own killing blow and saved Wan Zhiyang.

The speed of the black clothed middle age person was extremely fast. After blocking Wang Ling’s blow, he took Wan Zhiyang aside and made Wang Ling’s complexion sank, but did not attack again. He intuitively told him that this It seems that the unremarkable black clothed middle age person is an expert, an expert he cannot fight against.

Since the black clothed middle age person will appear here with Wan Zhiyang, of course he will not watch Wan Zhiyang be killed.

“Thank you, thank you very much…” Wan Zhiyang’s conversion from hell to heaven saved his life and he was extremely grateful to Wang Mingwen.

The timing of the black clothed middle age person’s shot was also very well grasped. It saved Wan Zhiyang at the crucial moment. If he shot early, he could also save Wan Zhiyang, but , Wan Zhiyang couldn’t feel mortal, so he couldn’t get Wan Zhiyang’s deep gratitude.

If the shot is slower, it only takes less than a second, Wan Zhiyang will be killed, and he will not be able to save it.

For the black clothed middle age person’s ability to grasp the timing, Tang Fan is secretly nodded and affirms it.

In addition, I am also somewhat satisfied with the black clothed middle age person’s knowledge of current affairs.

After all, the black clothed middle age person is not good at first sight. If he chooses to directly attack Wang Ling, he can not only save Wan Zhiyang, but also kill Wang Ling at the same time.

It’s just that the black clothed middle age person is scrupulous about the existence of Tang Fan and the others, unable to see through the strength of Tang Fan and the others, and has a sense of mysterious in his heart. This mysterious sense makes him scrupulous , Because of scruples, there will be pressure in my heart. With pressure, the black clothed middle age person will not dare to kill Wang Ling at will.

Killing Wang Ling and just saving Wan Zhiyang are two completely different concepts.

The latter one is a normal practice, but the former one may arouse the anger of Tang Fan and the others and make them take action.

The black clothed middle age person admits that he likes hunting powerhouse very much, but he also understands that he can’t provoke those who can’t see through at will, because one is not careful, he will lose his own. Life is not worth the loss.

He has both a thrilling mindset and a cautious mindset. The combination of the two makes him a powerful assassin.

In fact, at the moment the black clothed middle age person moved, Tang Fan, Qin Taisheng, and Qin Bingxin had already felt it, but none of them had any plans to take action because of the black clothed middle age person’s The target is not Wang Ling.

On the other hand, even if the black clothed middle age person saves the Black Mountain battle group leader Wan Zhiyang, it still cannot change the fact that if Tang Fan wants the Black Mountain battle group to disappear completely , Then the Black Mountain battle group will definitely disappear, irreversible. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)