Chapter 548 Concentrate Fire and Kill Instantly

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"Wow!"

Wang Yan, who was as if he were made of gold, dexterously held his war hammer in his hand and said with a sneer: "Mask, you are an old man in the dark magic line after all, how could you say such childish words? ? You are doing evil and evil on our territory. Do we still have to talk to you about chivalry and compete head-on? What's more, you have lived by dark magic for a hundred or two hundred years, and you have done various sneak attacks countless times. , and you still have the nerve to talk about us?"

"Kill!" Lei Hong was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He spat out one word and sprinted forward with the thunder spear in hand.

Not to be outdone, Wang Yan also wielded the flame war hammer and fought side by side with Lei Hong to attack the Masked Lord.

On the other side, the Succubus and the Saint of Light cooperated to rescue all the trapped young women, protected them into the passage, and evacuated outwards. As for the dozens of executioners in black robes, amid the succubus's series of delicate laughter, they suddenly picked up their knives and started killing the people around them crazily.

In just ten seconds, they suddenly killed each other.

It can be seen from this that although the succubus' special skills have many limitations, once used in the right situation, their power is amazing. Among the dozens of executioners, those with the lowest strength were all D-levels, and there were many C-levels and even two or three B-levels.

However, they collectively fell under the charm spell and died tragically at the hands of their own people.

Looking at Zhou Zhiyi again, he was surrounded by thick black energy. The punches and kicks are quite similar to traditional Chinese martial arts, but every move and every move is full of demonic energy and full of evil energy.

His strength is not weak, and he can actually withstand the joint attack of Gao Mingyue and Shen Mengting. But when he saw that something was not going well, he swayed, lifted up the layers of black mist, and rushed into the courtyard like a meteor, before escaping outwards.

"Haha~ I'll go first..."

Before Zhou Zhiyi could say a word, a big stick in the sky was swung at his head.

At the same time, a scream sounded: "Devil, eat my stick!"

"boom!"

Zhou Zhiyi was hit hard and was thrown down from the patio again. His back was hit hard by the altar. His bones were broken and blood spilled from his mouth.

A neat girl wearing linen and a ponytail jumped down from the patio with a big stick in her hand, stepped on the ground with her bare feet, looked at Zhou Zhiyi with doubts on her face and said: "Old Wang , doesn’t it mean there is a powerful enemy here? Why can’t this guy even withstand my blow?”

"puff!"

Zhou Zhiyi finally suppressed a mouthful of blood and spurted out. What do you call this? Setting up an ambush and making a sneak attack doesn't count, but you still despise him for being weak? It's kind of a one-on-one challenge. What's the point of group fights and sneak attacks?

"I also thought there would be powerful enemies." Wang Yanbian and Lei Hong joined forces to fight the Masked Lord, and took the time to reply, "Just in case, I have recruited all of you to support me. In short, be careful. The ship is sailing ten thousand years. Although the enemy is a little weaker, the lion and the rabbit will try their best and they will never go wrong."

Lion fighting rabbit?

Zhou Zhiyi and the Masked Lord both had the idea of ​​dying together with Wang Yan, which was too contemptuous.

"Old Wang, you talk too much."

In the air, another person descended from the patio. He was wearing a bright white knight's armor, holding a war hammer in his hand, banging it on the ground, and said with a cold face, "Quickly get rid of these clowns, you also promised to invite KTV to sing karaoke at night. "

His body was filled with pure white light, and under his feet was a hexagram aperture with complex runes.

"Light, Holy Son of Light."

Zhou Zhiyi groaned in his heart, right? How could Wang Yan recruit so many young masters in a short period of time? He knew that he would be so unlucky that he just happened to catch the young talents from all over the world having a party, right?

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

Sing karaoke, Lao Wang. Uh, these people haven't learned well yet.

Wang Yan looked helpless. Now, whether it is the Holy Son Wright or the little angel Beibei, they all call him Lao Wang. I'm afraid this title will go all the way through.

As Beibei spoke, he clasped his hands together, and a ray of holy light shot toward the Masked Lord fiercely.

Poor Masked Lord, although he has half an S-level strength, he is already at his limit against Wang Yan and Lei Hong. Add in the extraordinary strength of the little angel Beibei, and that was really the straw that broke the camel's back.

He was burnt all over and embedded in the wall. He roared angrily and unwillingly: "That boy named Wang, are you too crazy? Are you too greedy for life and afraid of death? We only have so much strength. Why did you call so many people here? To bully people, it’s too bullying."

"Haha, Lord of the Mask." Wang Yan said calmly, "I am not a hard-working lone ranger. I, Wang Yan, am an organized person with a leader and brothers. I allow you to keep an eye on me and prepare to get rid of me. I, you are not allowed to report to the leadership and ask a few more brothers to come and control the situation?"

Wang Yan used to read novels, movies, and TV series. Sometimes the protagonist obviously has good power, background, and allies. As a result, I always like to fight the boss alone, and sometimes I have to fight to the death, and finally rely on the explosion of the small universe to kill the boss.

Well, he really doesn't understand why a protagonist like that wants to join a force? I don’t even understand why we need so many allies?

"You! Okay, okay. Don't think that I, the Masked Lord, is easy to bully!" The Masked Lord was so excited that he roared and exploded, with black energy filling his body and his muscles bulging.

Apparently he used some desperate forbidden technique.

"Haha, you can still transform." Wang Yan smiled and said, "But you are not as good as your apprentice Dark Master. He also summoned a demon lord to come over to deliver materials and equipment. Brothers and sisters, everyone gather fire Let’s kill this masked lord first, and then deal with Zhou Zhiyi later. Finish the work early, and I’ll treat you to a late-night snack and fill up on the hairy crabs.”

"Oh, for the hairy crabs, no. Oh, for the holy light, let's fight!"

Saint Son Wright, holding the disciplinary war hammer, charged into the battlefield, and struck the Masked Lord with a domineering hammer.

"Hmph!" Lei Hong was not to be outdone. The thunder gun contained violent thunder and lightning energy. When he swung the gun, lightning shot out, and even the air was filled with electric current.

"Wow wow wow." The little angel Beibei was also extremely excited. He held up his hands and blasted out a big move, the light of judgment, "The handsome old brother Wang is right, we just like to bully the few when there are more people, Beibei I will bomb you to death, I will bomb you to death."

"Ugly evil demon, my big stick is already thirsty and unbearable." The ascetic monk Nini kicked off her bare feet and rushed towards the masked lord in the air. She swung down the stick with a fierce and extraordinary momentum.

"Fire, listen to my command and burn all evil in the world." Wang Yan's whole body was burning with flames, and he shamelessly gathered into a flaming dragon, blasting towards the Masked Lord with bared fangs and claws.

Even Gao Mingyue joined in the fun.

With one hand on his back, he pinched the sword.

The Moon-Yearing Sword turned into a shocking rainbow, tearing apart the space, and slashed towards the Masked Lord with great momentum.

A sword cuts through the void.

The power of this move is something that few masters of the same level dare to face.

Boom boom boom!

The entire underground palace base was shaking violently. Holy light, thunder and lightning, flame, sword energy, dark energy. They intertwined and collided with each other, blooming with stronger destructive power.

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

When they gather together and join forces, even an S-class strongman will have to stay away.

The Masked Lord was only half-step S-level, so he couldn't withstand it. Before his transformation was complete, he was blasted to pieces by various energy moves, and not even his soul could escape.

The underground square that originally took a lot of manual work was opened up to a large space under the bombardment of huge energy.

Zhou Zhiyi, who was lying on the ground and still vomiting blood, originally wanted to use a secret technique to resist. Even if you use secret techniques, there will be some unbearable side effects.

But this scene now frightened him. The Masked Lord's combat power was still a little higher than his, but before he could complete his transformation, he was instantly killed by concentrated fire bombardment.

Moreover, after Wang Yan and others defeated the Masked Lord, they focused their attention on Zhou Zhiyi.

"Long live Jihuo." The little angel Beibei was extremely excited. "Comrade Wang, give the order and we will kill this evil devil."

The rest of the people were also gearing up, obviously agreeing with what the little angel said.

"etc!"

Zhou Zhi didn't vomit a drop of blood and shouted hurriedly: "Don't do anything, I surrender!"

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

Zhou Zhiyi's expression froze, he showed a bitter smile, and begged: "Xiao Yan, if you hadn't been involved this time, I would never have done anything wrong to you. For the sake of our friendship in the past two years, please forgive me." Give me my life. At least, I still know a lot of secrets that can help the National African Affairs Bureau."

"Friends at the end of the year? I'm not worthy." Wang Yan's eyes showed a sarcastic look, "Teacher Zhou, you are not only a coward who is greedy for life and fear of death, but also a weakling. For someone as tall as you, I, a grassroots class, can't It’s not worthy.”

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

Zhou Zhiyi was born into a wealthy family and grew up in an extremely favorable environment. When he was really facing life and death, great terror suddenly struck him, shattering his heart.

"That's all. Seeing that you are still somewhat useful, I will spare your life." Wang Yan sighed and said.

"Xiao Yan, thank you, thank you very much."

"It's just that you almost killed so many people. You can escape the death penalty, but you can't forgive the living penalty." Wang Yan swayed and pointed at his lower abdomen. Pure Yang True Fire poured into his body and burned. The dark energy within him.

"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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