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"Wow!"

Wang Yan, who was cast in gold, cleverly put a hammer in his hand and sneered, "Mask, you are an old senior in the line of dark magic. How could you say such childish words? You are harming the will of heaven and doing evil on our territory. Do we still have to talk to you about the spirit of a chivalrous spirit and fight head-on? What's more, you have lived with dark magic for one or two hundred years, and I don't know how many times you have done various sneak attacks, and you still have the face to say to us?"

"Kill!" Lei Hong was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, and spit out a word, and rushed up with the Lei Gun.

Wang Yan was not willing to be outdone, and also waved the flame hammer and fought side by side with Thunderbolt to attack the Mask Lord.

On the other hand, the succubus and the Holy Lady of Light cooperated to rescue all the trapped young women, protected them into the passage, and retreated outward. As for the dozens of black-robed executioners, amid the series of giggles of the succubus, they suddenly picked up the knife and rushed to the people around them.

In just over a dozen seconds, they were killed by one another.

It can be seen from this that although the succubus's mastery has many limitations, it is very powerful once used in the right occasion. Among the dozens of executioners, the lowest strength is level D, and there are level C, or even two or three level B.

But they were collectively attracted to the charming technique and died tragically at the hands of their own people.

Looking at Zhou Zhiyi again, his whole body was surrounded by rich black air. One punch and one kick was quite a bit of a Chinese style. However, in every move and every move, the evil energy was rolling and the evil energy was swelling.

His strength is not weak, and he can resist the joint attack between Gao Mingyue and Shen Mengting. However, seeing that this is not good, he shook his body and drove up layers of black mist, rushed into the courtyard like a meteor, and fled out.

"Haha~ I'll do it first..."

Before Zhou Zhiyi could express his word "无" he waved a big stick in the sky.

At the same time, a delicate shout rang out: "Devil, eat me a stick!"

"Bang!"

Zhou Zhiyi was hit by the side and fell from the patio again. His back hit the altar hard. His bones broke and blood was overflowing from his mouth.

Is a clean girl wearing linen, with a ponytail on her head, and she jumped down from the patio with a big stick in her hand, stepped on the ground with barefoot, looking at Zhou Zhiyi with confusion and said, "Old Wang, didn't you say there is a powerful enemy here? Why can't this guy even handle me with a stick?"

"puff!"

Zhou Zhiyi finally managed to hold back a mouthful of blood and squirted out. What is this? It doesn’t count if he ambushed and attacked, but he actually disliked him as weak? He has a one-on-one fight. What is the ability to fight a group or a sneak attack?

"I also thought there would be a powerful enemy." Wang Yanbian and Lei Hong joined forces to fight the Mask Lord and took the time to reply, "Just in case, I will call you all over to support you. In short, be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship. Although the enemy is a little weaker, it will be impossible to make a mistake for the lion to fight the rabbit with all his strength."

A lion fights a rabbit?

Zhou Zhiyi and the Mask Lord both had the idea of ​​dying with Wang Yan, which was too despised.

"Lao Wang, you're talking too much nonsense."

In the air, another man landed from the patio. He was wearing a shiny white knight armor, holding a war hammer in his hand, and smashed it to the ground with a cold face, saying, "Hurry up and clean up all these clowns, you promised to invite KTV to sing K tonight."

His body was filled with pure white light, and he stepped on a rune-complex hexagram array under his feet.

"Wright, Son of Light."

Zhou Zhiyi moaned in her heart, right? How could Wang Yan attract so many young masters in a short period of time? Zhou Zhiyi wouldn't be so unlucky, and just happened to meet young talented masters from all over the world doing a party?

"Sing k, sing k, Beibei likes it the most." As he spoke, another voice sounded. A young luoli angel appeared in the square. "Old Wang, Lao Wang, that old man in black robe is so ugly. Beibei wants to help you purify him."

Singing K, Lao Wang. Uh, these people don’t learn well.

Wang Yan looked helpless. Now, whether it is the Saint Son Wright or the Little Angel Beibei, they call him Lao Wang. This title is probably going to run through the way.

As Beibei spoke, his hands were closed, and a holy light blasted towards the Mask Lord with fierce momentum.

The poor Mask Lord, although he has the strength of a half-step S-level, is already at his limit to dealing with Wang Yan and Lei Bo. Adding to the extraordinary little angel Beibei, it is really the last straw that crushed the camel.

He was charred and embedded in the wall, and roared angrily and unwillingly: "That boy named Wang, are you too crazy? You are too greedy and afraid of death? We have only such a little strength. Why do you ask so many people to come? It's too bullying."

"Haha, Mask Lord." Wang Yan said leisurely, "I am not a hard-working lone man. I, Wang Yan, are an organized, leader and brothers. I, please keep an eye on me and prepare to get rid of me. I will not be allowed to report to the leader and call a few more brothers to come and guard the market?"

When Wang Yan used to read novels, movies, and TV series, sometimes the protagonist clearly had good power, background, and allies. As a result, he always liked to fight alone with Boss, but he was still in a desperate situation. In the end, he relied on the explosion of the small universe to kill Boss.

Well, he really doesn't understand what the protagonist wants to join the power? He doesn't understand why he wants so many allies?

"You! OK, okay. Don't think that I, the Mask Lord, can be bullied!" The Mask Lord was so excited that he roared and exploded, black air spreading all over his body, and his muscles swelled one after another.

Obviously he used some kind of desperate forbidden technique.

"Haha, you will transform." Wang Yan smiled and said, "But you are not as good as your disciple's dark mentor. He at least summoned a demon lord to deliver materials and equipment. Brothers and sisters, let's kill this mask lord first, and then clean up Zhou Zhiyi. After finishing work early, I'll treat you to supper, and the hairy crabs can fill you up."

"Ao~ It's not right for the hairy crabs. Ao, let's fight for the Holy Light!"

The Saint Son Wright, holding a punishment hammer, charged into the battlefield and smashed the Mask Lord with a domineering hammer.

"Hmph!" Lei Hong was not willing to be outdone. The thunder gun was filled with violent thunder and lightning energy. With one shot, lightning was shining everywhere, and even the air was filled with electric current.

"Wow, wow." The little angel Beibei was also extremely excited. With both hands, a big move of judgment blasted out. "The handsome old Wang is right. We just like to bully people more and less. Beibei will kill you and kill you."

"Ugly evil demon, my big stick is already hungry and thirsty." The ascetic Nini kicked barefoot and rushed towards the Mask Lord in the air. She waved her stick, domineering and fierce, and extraordinary momentum.

"Flame, follow my command and burn all the evil in the world." Wang Yan's whole body was burning with flames, and his cheeks gathered into a flame dragon, and he blasted towards the masked lord with his teeth and claws.

Even Gao Mingyue joined in the fun.

Carrying one hand, he pinched the sword technique.

The Yingyue Sword turned into a stunning rainbow, tearing the space apart, and slashed at the Mask Lord with a majestic momentum.

Break through the void with one sword.

There are few masters of the same level who dare to welcome the power of this move.

Boom boom boom boom!

The entire underground palace base was trembling violently. Holy light, thunder, flame, sword energy, and dark energy were intertwined and collided, and even stronger destructive power was blooming.

This group of young masters is no longer the original Wu Xia Amon.

They gathered together, and even a strong S-level man had to retreat.

The masked lord was only half a step S level, so he could not resist it. Before he could change his body, he was knocked into pieces by various energy moves, and even the residual soul could not escape.

The underground square that had been dug for a lot of manual digging was also blasted with a large area of ​​space under the bombardment of huge energy.

Zhou Zhiyi, who was still vomiting blood, was originally thinking of using a secret technique to resist. Although he used a secret technique, there would be some unbearable sequelae.

But the scene scared him. The combat power of the Mask Lord was still a small part higher than that of him. As a result, before his body had changed, he was bombarded and killed instantly by the concentrated fire.

Moreover, after Wang Yan and others instantly focused their eyes on Zhou Zhiyi.

"Long live the fire collection." The little angel Beibei was extremely excited, "Comrade Lao Wang, order us to kill this evil devil."

The others were also ready to go, obviously quite agreeing with the little angel's words.

"etc!"

Zhou Zhi stopped vomiting and hurriedly shouted: "Don't do anything, I surrender!"

"Surrender?" Wang Yan smiled and said, "Teacher Zhou, I wanted to surrender just now, but you won't accept it."

Zhou Zhiyi's expression stagnated, and he smiled bitterly, begging, "Xiao Yan, if you hadn't been involved this time, I'd never have any bad ideas about you. For the sake of our years of forgetfulness, you can spare my life. At least, I also know many secrets that can help the National Bureau of Fair."

"My age is forgotten? I'm not worthy." Wang Yan's eyes showed a sarcastic look, "Teacher Zhou, you are not only a greedy ball, but also a corrupt person. I, a grassroots class, are not worthy of it."

"What else do you want?" Zhou Zhiyi vomited blood and said, "I can establish a contract and give this old house to you, just ask you to spare my life. I don't want to die."

Zhou Zhiyi was born into a wealthy family and grew up in an extremely wealthy environment since childhood. When he was truly facing life and death, great terror suddenly came and defeated his heart.

"Forget it, I'll spare your life because you have some use." Wang Yan sighed and said.

"Xiao Yan, thank you, thank you."

"But you almost killed so many people. You can be punished by death, but you can't live." Wang Yan shook his body and pointed at his lower abdomen. The pure Yang true fire suddenly poured into his body, burning the dark energy in his body.

"Ah!" Zhou Zhiyi rolled on the ground in pain, and the dark energy in his body disappeared bit by bit under the burning of the pure Yang true fire.

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Chapter completed!