Chapter 736 Be Angry! The Twin Saints

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Wang Yan slammed the fire hammer to the ground, and a powerful shock wave wrapped in layers of flames spread in all directions in the shape of a fire ring.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

The entire arena was centered on Wang Yan, and cracks appeared one after another. In particular, the place where he smashed the hammer had already been smashed into a huge crater.

Wherever he passed, the skeletons of the skeletons were shattered by the shock wave and the explosive force of the flames. Even those who were lucky enough not to be shattered were engulfed by the flames and burned to charcoal in an instant.

Ordinary skeletons and newly resurrected skeletons were completely destroyed by the explosion of this hammer. All over the arena, various charred skeletons and heads were scattered everywhere.

On the arena, the only surviving undead army were a few skeleton trolls, death knights, and a dozen or so skeleton magicians. They barely survived under the protection of the undead wizards.

The so-called sea of ​​skeletons instantly turned into skeleton remnants.

The domineering degree of this hammer naturally triggered thunderous cheers. It was so cool. The viewing and excitement of this battle far exceeded any previous one.

Emmons, the chairman of the Super League, twitched his mouth. Son of Fire, you are really too much. Are you here to compete or to dismantle the ring? Isn't this a sincere trouble for their ring maintenance staff?

You are low-key all day long, low-key soul? You are more pretentious and high-profile than that Ampere Zongxiu.

Just when Emmons was criticizing Wang Yan.

Wang Yan moved again.

With a "whoosh", a pair of cool and arrogant demon wings appeared on his back. With a slight flap of the wings, he seemed to have passed through space, teleported directly behind the undead wizard, and smashed him with a hammer without any hesitation.

The undead wizard was so frightened that he didn't care about the precious skeleton magician. Driven by his mental power, he commanded them to rush towards Wang Yan and act as cannon fodder.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The B-level skeleton magician couldn't stop Wang Yan's fire hammer at all. In the flames, he turned into a pile of dry bones.

Fortunately, he bought some time. The undead knight rode on the dark flame bone horse and stepped on the green flame to save the master. With its strength of nearly A+ level, it naturally slowed down Wang Yan's attack.

"Hehe." Wang Yan laughed heartily, "Just this undead knight, I can still look at it twice more."

As he spoke, he only advanced and never retreated, hammer after hammer, continuously bombarding the undead knight. Poor undead knight, although he was not weak, could only retreat step by step under Wang Yan's domineering attack, and could only resist without any ability to fight back.

Bang, bang, bang!

On the ring, the Undead Knight blocked Wang Yan's eight hammers in a row, and with a bang, the two-handed sword was blasted. Crackling, the four leg bones of the Dark Flame Bone Horse, which represented the arrival of death, were all broken, and the knight and the horse were smashed to kneel on the ring.

"Woo woo~ I lost." The Undead Wizard Gabriel said with a pale face. He never expected that Wang Yan would be so strong. The Undead Knight, who was highly expected by him, only blocked Wang Yan's eight hammers...

Is this guy a human or an ancient monster? How can his strength be so abnormal and terrifying?

Although the Undead Wizard has A+ level cultivation strength, his weak body is at most similar to that of a skeleton troll. If he is touched by Wang Yan's fire hammer, his bones and internal organs will probably explode.

At this moment, how dare he continue to fight with Wang Yan?

Wang Yan also showed grace and just kicked him off the ring without making things difficult for him. The demon wings and flames were retracted, and the swollen bones and muscles shrank back, turning into a sunny and handsome young man again.

"Son of Flame, domineering."

"Son of Flame, mighty!"

Such a hearty attack rhythm made people excited and excited, and the cheers were higher and higher, covering all other sounds. Even the host Sean holding the microphone was undoubtedly no match for them.

"Pah!"

Wang Yan turned over and fell off the ring. His body was already wet and his eyes were somewhat tired.

In fact, although he was fighting fiercely at the time, such an explosion was also very energy-consuming. Eight hammers knocked the death knight to his knees, and almost every hammer was used with all his strength. When fighting with the undead wizard, you have to fight quickly, otherwise once you get into a protracted war, he will continue to summon skeletons from another world and pile them up to death.

Compared with Wang Yan, the undead wizard is much more miserable.

His magic robe was torn like a beggar, his face was pale and bloodless, and he fell down the stage in a mess. The most miserable thing was that everyone was cheering for the Son of Fire, and no one noticed him as a loser.

Losers, really have no human rights?

Woo~ The necromancer had the urge to cry. When Wang Yan drew him at first, he thought he had won the jackpot and was favored by the god of death to advance to the top 16. But he didn't expect that guy to be so violent.

Is this Son of Fire a human or an ancient monster? That terrifying fighting power, how can it be like a human at all?

At this moment, a pair of beautiful legs appeared beside him, black leather boots, slender legs, and looking up, the necromancer was stunned.

The Dark Saint, it was the Dark Saint.

She was holding a towel in one hand and a crystal bottle in the other.

The crystal bottle was filled with transparent liquid, in which there was a trace of dynamic energy constantly flowing. Even through the bottle, the necromancer could smell the vigorous breath in it.

"This is the Fountain of Vitality!"

This is an extremely expensive magic water, which can replenish the consumed physical strength and energy in a short time, and has the effect of powerfully healing wounds. Just this bottle alone is not cheaper than a bottle of A-level core essence.

The necromancer was shocked, and a strong feeling of emotion instantly filled his whole body, and his eyes were filled with crystal tears.

Saint, Saint!

Woo woo woo ~ When the whole world ignored me and abandoned me, I never expected that it was the Saint who appeared, holding a towel and the Fountain of Vitality, with a trace of concern in her eyes.

Saint, Saint.

The necromancer's soul was trembling with excitement. From now on, I am your most loyal servant, the most loyal dog, you can ask me to do anything, even whipping me all night long.

He was filled with pious emotion, stretched out his head, and tremblingly kissed the boots of the Dark Saint to express his inner submission and excitement.

At the same time, the Dark Saint seemed to cooperate with him, and slowly raised her boots.

The necromancer trembled all over, and his excited heart was filled with strong joy. This, this, this, this is the Saint responding to him.

Suddenly.

"Crack."

A sound of bone dislocation sounded.

The necromancer felt a boot stepping on his face, and directly stepped him to the mud under the ring. His neck was dislocated, and his joints were crackling.

He was shocked, this, this, this!

Her Highness the Saint is...

Could it be that Her Highness the Saint actually likes this tune? Instead of feeling humiliated, the necromancer felt a surge of excitement in his heart. As long as Her Highness the Saint is willing, she, she can step on herself however she wants.

Her Highness the Saint, step on me, the harder the better. Your noble boots step on my face, which is the greatest honor of my life, Gabriel.

"Damn it."

The Dark Saint said angrily in a low voice, "The Son of Flame is so hateful." As she spoke, she twisted her boots fiercely a few times as if she was venting her anger.

The intense pain made the Undead Wizard almost scream, but he bit his tongue tightly to hold it back. Because Her Highness the Saint seemed to be abusing him, but the look of her sharing the same hatred for the Son of Flame filled his heart with warmth.

The Son of Flame is so hateful.

"Nana, calm down." Another pair of jade~ feet floated over. It was a pair of pure white leather combat boots, which were embossed with some mysterious and mysterious light magic runes, emitting a bright and holy light.

At this, the Undead Wizard glanced at the pair of combat boots from the corner of his eyes, and instantly guessed the identity of the person who came - the Holy Lady of Light.

He instinctively trembled at the appearance of the Holy Lady of Light. The "Great Holy Book of Light" is the nemesis of undead magic. In the preliminaries, he suffered a lot at the hands of the Holy Lady of Light.

However, recently, the Dark Saint and the Light Saint seem to be getting close, as if they are going to fight and not make a deal. Could it be that the Light Saint also sympathizes with his own experience and helps the Dark Saint to comfort himself?

The necromancer raised his head with difficulty, his eyes lit up, and sure enough, the Light Saint also held a pure white towel in one hand, and a bottle of "healing holy water" in the other hand.

Healing holy water is a specialty of the Holy See of Light, which can greatly accelerate the recovery of physical strength, eliminate fatigue, and strengthen the body.

At this moment.

The heart of the necromancer is about to melt, woo woo woo ~ How can I, Gabriel, make the two saints...

Two, the two saints can treat me like this, even if they die for them, what does it matter? Your Highness the Light Saint, it doesn't matter, you don't have to stop the Dark Saint, just let her step on her, step on her hard, as long as she is in a good mood and can vent her emotions, she can step on her in any way.

"Lulu, this is none of your business. That bastard Son of Fire really pissed me off." The Dark Saint trembled and stomped her feet.

"Nana, you know him..." The Light Saint also sighed and said, "Forget it, let's go back, lest we be seen."

"Go back? Why?" The Dark Saint sneered arrogantly, "Wouldn't it be too easy for him? I have a trick..."

The two women's eyes were always fixed on another part of the lower ring, and their attention was all tied up, and they didn't notice that there was a person under their feet.

On the other side, Wu Ya Ange and Huangfu Nanlian supported Wang Yan on the left and right.

"Xiao Yan, you are sweating profusely, let me wipe it for you." Nanlian took a towel and wiped his sweat gently and carefully.

"Xiao Yan, this is the fountain of vitality I got from my last mission." Wu Yaange directly fed Wang Yan with the bottle, and said coquettishly, "You are really something. Why are you trying so hard to deal with a third-rate character?"

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