Chapter 547 Chapter 549 I Am an Organized Person

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"Teacher Zhou, look at what you said, of course I called her here." Wang Yan shrugged and looked at Zhou Zhiyi like a fool, "I'm not an idiot, knowing that you might When there is a problem, do I still resolutely go to the meeting alone? Of course I have to ask for help."

"You!" Zhou Zhiyi's face turned the color of pig liver, and his whole body was shaking with anger. Wang Yan's mouth and smart eyes can really make people angry.

"This, this..." Secretary Tian, ​​as well as ordinary people such as Gu Tingting, were shocked. What had just happened had exceeded their imagination, and now an angel actually appeared.

To be precise, the Saint of Light is not an angel. Her pair of white light wings are sacred equipment. But how can ordinary people tell the difference?

And this angel is still Lao Wang, no, is Wang Yan's ally?

Although she was at a critical moment, Gu Tingting still glanced at Wang Yan with a sense of loss. What kind of life path had this old classmate embarked on?

While everyone was stunned, the Saint of Light gathered her wings and jumped straight down from the blasted hole. Immediately, she spread her wings high and floated in the underground hall.

Her radiant power filled the entire underground hall gently and healingly. This pure power of light will make people feel exhausted, fear dissipated, and the mind calm when it falls on one's own body.

But when it falls on enemies who are good at dark power, it makes them fearful and tortures their bodies and souls like burning holy flames.

Not only did Zhou Zhi change his face, but even the Masked Lord took a few steps back, his dark aura surging.

"Huh!" Wang Yan exhaled and greeted with a smile, "Your Highness the Saint, you are finally here. If you stay later, I will not be able to delay any longer."

"Stop teasing, there's no problem if you delay for another half hour." Saint Lady of Light glanced at him angrily and said, "I admire your speaking skills."

"Kekeke~"

A series of charming laughter sounded, the figure was sexy and hot, and the succubus, whose true form was revealed, flapped its wings and fell from the sky. Her skin was like snow, and she had a pair of curved horns on her head. Her tail was raised high. Every move she made was filled with a strong sense of charm. She smiled infatuatedly: "Her Royal Highness the Saint understands her master so well, which makes others also..." I want to see the master’s verbal skills.”

Her tone is ups and downs, full of charm, and the soul of anyone with a slightly unstable mind may be drawn out.

The Holy Lady of Light didn't understand, but Wang Yan did. He could only glare at her angrily and said: "Mei'er, be more serious, you are in combat mode now."

"Master, I am a succubus. Are your requirements too high?" The succubus said with a flirtatious look, "My talent is just not serious. Otherwise, tonight master Please train Mei'er well and teach her how to seduce men in a serious way? Do you want to imitate Her Highness the Saint?"

"Hmph." The Holy Lady of Light couldn't bear to listen any longer, and she hummed, "Wang Yan, please take good care of your succubus. Otherwise, don't blame me for ignoring you."

"Okay, okay, we are still in the war stage, let's stop fighting among ourselves first." Wang Yan said helplessly, "We must have a minimum of respect for the enemy. Didn't you see that Teacher Zhou's lungs were about to explode with anger? "

As expected, Zhou Zhi turned pale with anger. Wang Yan and others were so respectful that they even flirted with each other before the battle.

"Teacher Zhou, surrender." Wang Yan sighed and said, "The comprehensive strength of the four A-level experts on our side is no weaker than yours."

"So what?" The black aura on Zhou Zhiyi's body gradually became stronger, and the dark energy evolved into a streak on his body. "We have dozens of hostages in hand. As long as I take action, we can..."

"Uh-huh!"

A sharp sword energy slashed through the dome, its light was as bright and flawless as the bright moon, as if it contained an indestructible aura, and even the space was faintly torn apart.

Zhou Zhiyi's words stopped suddenly, and he hurriedly raised his hands and raised a black energy shield.

The sword light instantly struck the energy shield.

boom!

The black energy shield was chopped into pieces, and Zhou Zhiyiyi took two steps back. The deflected sword light still plowed a ravine more than ten meters long on the ground.

At the same time, another series of charming laughter sounded, and waves of charm swept through the entire underground square.

The bodies of the dozens of executioners shook, and the hooks and knives in their hands clattered down. Two delicate bodies, one white and one fleshy, were shuttled back and forth on the altar. At that moment, with a few breaths of power, dozens of girls were all unsealed.

As they rescued the young girls, the Masked Lord roared. With a wave of his palms, the majestic dark energy swept away like a tornado.

"Mask, let me play with you." Wang Yan stepped in the air and blocked the black energy storm. He stretched his hands outward, and raging flames burst out.

The blazing flame turned into a flame shield, blocking all the dark energy storms.

Since Wang Yan spent that dream-like incident with Shen Mengting in Hu Xin, he has washed away his marrow and cut off his hair, and his physique and cultivation strength have been further improved. Even the Pure Yang Divine Art has advanced to the sixth level without knowing it.

In terms of level, Wang Yan can already be identified as an A+ energy level.

Before that, there would undoubtedly be a big gap between him and a half-step S-level person. But now, even if they lose, the gap will not be too obvious.

At the same time, a graceful shadow descended from the sky. She stepped on the Moon-Yearing Sword and meandered down, really like a banished immortal, coming gracefully. The sword energy that struck Zhou Zhiyi before came from her.

The bright moon shines in the sky, dancing like a startled giant.

"Yueyue Sword, Gao Mingyue!" Zhou Zhiyi rolled a few times and then stood still, looking at the person coming with surprise.

There is no doubt that Gao Mingyue is a man of great influence. In the battle with FBG, she made her debut as a Chinese youth, sweeping the battlefield, killing enemies and making meritorious deeds, becoming famous all over the world.

With this level of cultivation in her twenties, it was enough for her to step into S-class with half a foot. She must have a place among the top ten outstanding young people in the world.

How could Zhou Zhiyi not have heard of such an amazing and talented person? She seems to be more powerful and mature now than in the legend.

"Sister Gao came just in time." Wang Yan chuckled and said, "Look at these clowns, how can they still dance? Zhou Zhiyi will leave it to you. I will meet this masked lord."

Fudo Ming King’s glazed golden body!

A golden light emerged from Wang Yan's body, and his skin was like a golden armor. He held his natal war hammer in one hand and burned blazing flames in the other as he charged towards the mask.

The Masked Lord waved his withered hand, grabbed a staff, filled with powerful dark energy, and fought with Wang Yan.

Although Wang Yan is strong, he is still a little behind when it comes to fighting a half-step S-level veteran on his own. But at this moment, a bolt of lightning passed behind the Masked Lord.

boom!

The Masked Lord sensed this and hurriedly defended himself.

Two powerful energies collided with each other, and the dark energy exploded like fragments. The Masked Lord was caught off guard and flew backwards, slamming into the wall. A large crater opened up in the thick wall, and crack lines snaked in all directions.

The air is filled with blue plasma. In the noisy environment and the boiling smoke, a tall, handsome man walked out slowly.

He was wearing a flawless white suit, shiny leather shoes, his hair was combed back, and he had a pair of white wings on his back.

In his fingers like a pianist's, he casually carried a long spear. The tip of the spear was formed by several curved and arched inverse claws, and the center of the gun crackled with electric arcs of astonishing energy.

"Prince of Light - Thunder Boom!"

The masked lord shook his body and broke free from the stone wall. His voice was extremely hoarse, and a trace of blood spilled out from under his pale mask. "It is rumored that you were imprisoned in the demon prison after the war. I didn't expect you to be released so soon." , and was promoted to Level A. Your lightning power is so powerful, have you already reached Level A+?"

Mask and the others were dormant in East China, so it was naturally impossible for them not to know something about the masters of the National African Affairs Bureau in East China. And Lei Hong is the famous young master in East China - Prince of Light.

Yes, it is the Prince of Light. His nickname has always been recognized by the outside world as the Prince of Light.

As for Wright, that is called the Holy Son of Light. It sounds like the nickname is very similar, but in fact the Holy Son of Light is a job, which represents the successor of the Pope of Light. As for the Prince of Light, he got his nickname because of Lei Hong's handsome appearance and his natural pair of wings.

In fact, Lei Hong's thunder and lightning power has nothing to do with the power of Holy Light.

Lei Hong was always cold and cool when he wasn't drinking. Only Wang Yan and a few other people could make him say a word or two. He didn't even bother to pay attention to the Masked Lord's words. He fired his thunder spear and killed the Masked Lord with lightning.

The Masked Lord kept wandering around, waving the dark staff and condensing a series of spells, either offensive or defensive, and thunder and lightning, making you come and go, it was a pleasure.

How could a half-step S-level expert be like Yi?

Unexpectedly, Wang Yan kicked his foot and flew away at high speed behind him. He held the hammer in both hands and smashed it on his head like a mountain. The war hammer weighing hundreds of kilograms was burning with blazing pure Yang true fire.

It seemed like a meteorite falling from the sky.

The Masked Lord raised his staff and slammed it, boom!

The dark energy was blasted away, and the staff shattered, turning into countless fragments and exploding outward. And he himself was also smashed into the pile of rocks under the impact.

The pale mask burst open, revealing an extremely ugly and decayed face.

"Despicable!" The masked lord sprayed blood from his mouth, "You are all elites of the Chinese National African Bureau, but you are all so good at sneak attacks."

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