Chapter 1045 Team up to Kill the BOSS

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From the beginning to the end, the Son of Flame showed signs of being determined to eradicate the Black Death Demon Lord, and all kinds of momentum were created to an extreme extent. But he never thought that the final target of the Son of Flame and the Ice Queen would be him.

He just had time to scream, and a bone-chilling coldness came over him like an overwhelming force. The Plague Messenger, who had nowhere to hide, was frozen into an ice sculpture. As his consciousness quickly disappeared, he couldn't help but swear, damn, I was tricked by this couple.

"Boom!"

Wang Yan took advantage of the situation and punched the ice sculpture with the power of fire, smashing it into pieces and turning it into countless pieces of meat.

"Huh!"

Wang Yan blew the ice chips off his fist, and then replied to the dead Plague Messenger indifferently: "Fool, you don't even know the simple strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, you are making a fuss. It is reasonable to kill the minions that get in the way before fighting the big boss."

If the Plague Messenger was still alive, he would definitely be so angry that he would die again after hearing this. He has lived for so many years, how could he not know such tricks? It's just that the Son of Fire guy's acting skills are so superb that he fooled an old man like him.

The Ice Queen Nan Lian swayed her body slightly and helped up the shaky white-clothed Si Bing. She was able to resist the Plague Messenger for so long, and she was purely desperate. If she hadn't borrowed a lot of power, and the Plague Messenger wanted to keep her alive, she would not be able to survive until now.

But even so, she was already dying and almost dead. Seeing the Plague Messenger dead, she fainted as soon as she relaxed.

"Son of Fire!"

At the same time, the Black Death Demon Lord, who was waiting in a daze, roared, "How dare you, how dare you!" He was also extremely angry. Wang Yan teased him several times. And when he was caught off guard, he even killed one of his generals.

The Plague Messenger was one of his most loyal and beloved generals. He did countless things for him and his status was even higher than that of the Banshee. Unfortunately, both of his capable generals died in the hands of Wang Yan.

Since he faced Wang Yan, he found that he had been frustrated repeatedly, and his good plans were all turned into a mess.

"Hahaha~ Old Wang did a good job." In the distance, the passionate red tank roared, "Originally, I wanted to take the first city and get a head. But I didn't expect that you would be one step ahead." After saying that, he stepped forward with a bang.

He was like a terrifying god of war from the wild world, his muscles bulged to the extreme, and every muscle fiber burst out with a trickle of power, gathering into a breath of destruction. With one punch, even the space showed signs of collapse.

"Boom!"

The Nether Scythe wielded the deadly sickle and blocked the blow, but unexpectedly, he and his horse were blown back. In the ice and snow, several deep gullies were plowed out. The skeleton warhorse, which symbolized death and fear, burst out a series of noises, cracked its bones, and knelt on the ground.

The power of that punch was so terrifying, as fierce as the legendary ancient Titan.

He is worthy of being the king of land warfare. There are only a few strong men on earth who can compete with him in strength. After he reached S level, even Wang Yan's strength was a little different from his. People can't help but wonder, is the red tank a pure human?

And how could a human being have such a destructive force in his body?

"Hahaha~" Red Tank laughed heartily, "Scythe of the Netherworld, you are just a skeleton, you should have gone to hell long ago. Let me, Red Tank, send you off!" As soon as the word "send" came out, Red Tank's momentum surged again.

The elephant-like giant foot stepped forward, with a thumping sound, and the power was so strong that it seemed that even the entire Dongdao Island was trembling faintly.

With the momentum of running, his punches were even more powerful and unmatched. Even if there was a mountain in front of him, he could definitely smash it into pieces with one punch. Strength, this is absolute strength. Red Tank didn't have any fancy moves, just a simple punch.

But his punches were unstoppable.

The Scythe of the Netherworld is extraordinary, but what it is best at is wandering around the battlefield and sneaking up, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, it will be a fatal blow and flee thousands of miles away. In terms of pure strength, it is more than one level worse than the red tank.

At this time, its skeleton warhorse was already half-destroyed, and there was no place to hide, so it had to take the blow again.

Boom boom boom!

Red Tank threw three punches in a row with great momentum.

Like a raging storm, the power of each punch was more ferocious than the last. Poor Nether Scythe, because of a moment of carelessness, the red tank seized an opportunity and instantly found itself in a desperate situation. He was forced to fight three punches.

Nether Scythe retreated hundreds of meters in succession, and some of the nearby soldiers were killed by the shock wave formed by the battle.

Time!

It seemed to have frozen.

Red Tank kept the posture of punching, motionless. His whole body was covered with wounds cut by the Nether Scythe. Although the wounds were hideous, they were not fatal. His control over his body had reached an incredible level.

At the level where he could control every muscle fiber, it was extremely easy to contract blood vessels to control the injuries.

The Nether Scythe also maintained the posture of holding the hook-scythe spear, but his Nether Armor had exploded, revealing a pile of white bones.

A few seconds later.

Suddenly, the wind blew, and the bones of the Nether Scythe and the warhorse under it exploded, turning into a ball of powder and drifting away. The ill-fated Death Knight finally turned into nothing on this winter island, leaving no remains.

Red Tank slowly stood up, looking at the scene solemnly, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Dust to dust, return to dust. I hope your father can forgive everything you have done."

"Wow!"

In the low and somewhat sad voice of Red Tank, the ashes of the Nether Scythe actually rotated into the sky and soon disappeared far away.

The scene of Red Tank going crazy to suppress the enemy naturally shocked the scene. The little girl An An opened her mouth wide from a distance. The foreign uncle who looked like a giant was so powerful.

There are also a few classmates and teachers in the academy who are outstanding in strength, but compared with him, they are like kindergarten children.

"Haha~ Tank brother, you did a great job." Even Wang Yan was shocked, and then he laughed happily, "Come on, come on, now we can team up to kill the BOSS. We have two DPS now, and we just need you, a super tank. Oh, and another healer, it doesn't matter if the strength is not as good."

"Puff!"

Such a bad situation, coupled with Wang Yan's conversation, finally made the Black Death Demon Lord spurt out a mouthful of blood in his chest. Too much, too much!

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