Wang Ping did not speak, but kept mobilizing the wood source power in her body and quickly input it into the green scepter, causing it to emit a faint blue light, giving birth to grass, turning it into tough green vines, tangling towards the other nine hunters, slowing down its charge speed, and trying to block its movements, giving Wang Hua, Li Yan and Zhao Hu a chance to kill the enemy.

Under Li Yan's command, the five-meter-long ice dragon rushed towards the man with a flesh-faced face, and his sharp minions continued to launch continuous attacks on him.

The man with a fleshy face waved his weapon wildly to block the ice dragon's attacks again and again, leaving several big scars on the ice dragon's body, knocking down large pieces of ice chips. At the same time, his body was also scratched by the ice dragon's sharp claws, leaving several deep scars. The red blood kept flowing out along the scars on his body.

Feeling the continuous flow of blood in his body and his physical strength dropped rapidly, the hunter with a fat face realized that his group of people had kicked the iron plate, and he couldn't help but panic and shouted loudly at Wang Jie: "This is a misunderstanding, how about we end here?"

Seeing the man with a fat face full of flesh, Wang Jie couldn't help but snorted coldly: "You are the first to attack us. Now you can't do it anymore. I'll say a misunderstanding and I want us to let you go. What you think is very beautiful at that time. Let me tell you that you will all stay here and become a dead body."

Although Wang Jie does not like to fight with these hunters who often make a living by hunting adventurers in the Reis Mountains, once the two sides make a conflict and start a fierce battle, they must be killed all of them without leaving any disaster. After they escape, they will lead a large number of hunters to seek revenge on themselves and others.

Although the hunter is condemned and despised by the public in human society, it has a huge organization with many masters and strong men. At the same time, the hunter is very united. Once he conflicts with him, he will not kill all of him to avoid being exposed, he may be retaliated by a large number of hunters. Therefore, after the war between the two sides began, Wang Jie had the idea of ​​killing them all.

Hearing Wang Jie's cold words, the man with a fat face immediately knew that the other party would not let him go and others. He could only launch a %style_txt; charge on the other party and kill the three fourth-level magicians to get a chance to survive.

So he shouted with anger, "Brothers, rush! Only by killing those three fourth-level magicians can we survive! Whoever kills those three fourth-level magicians will get all the spoils from the three fourth-level magicians."

As soon as the big Chinese voice with a fleshy face came to an end, he saw the other eight fourth-level hunters. They roared and danced wildly, cutting off the blue vines that bound the weapon, and quickly galloped towards Wang Ping and three other magicians.

Feeling the powerful fighting spirit and cold murderous intent from the hunter, Li Yan's pretty face was cold, and the white scepter in her hand moved gently. The five-meter-long ice dragon with crystal clear body made a huge dragon roar, opened her mouth and swallowed a ball of white mist, covering the man with a fleshy face.

The man with a fat face felt the cold chill from the white mist, and involuntarily shivered and moved to the side, trying to avoid the invasion of the white mist.

Unfortunately, as soon as Qi moved, he saw the grass under his feet growing wildly into tough vines, wrapping around his calves and restraining his actions.

Feeling the resistance from the calves, the man with a fleshy face felt a chill in his heart. He quickly waved the weapon in his hand and slashed at the green vines on the calves, hoping to cut off the green vines before the white mist landed on his body and avoid the invasion of the white mist.

Unfortunately, his idea was beautiful, but now it was cruel. Before he could cut off the green vines on his calf, he saw the white mist spit out by the ice dragon, covering it. Suddenly, he saw the white mist instantly turning into a ball of ice, sealing it in it, and becoming a living ice sculpture.

At the same time, a black spear more than one meter long, shining with a faint light, hit the ice sculpture with the sound of the howling wind. Suddenly, the ice sculptures were broken and turned into countless bloody ice chips, sprinkled onto the roads in the canyon.

After killing the man with a fat face, Zhao Hu glanced at Wang Ping, who was concentrating on using his skills, and whispered to himself: "Second!"

While Zhao Hu was muttering to himself, the five-meter-long ice dragon pounced on another hunter under the command of Li Yan. The sharp claws instantly left a long wound on his body, and the red blood continued to flow outward.

After being severely injured by the ice dragon, the hunter roared, and his spiritual power was poured into the weapon in his hand desperately, and he launched a fierce attack on the ice dragon with a smile on his face.

Just as the hunter was attacking the ice dragon wildly, Zhao Hu saw the opportunity and used the skills of the Dark Spear. Suddenly, he saw a black spear more than one meter long, with a faint light on his body, appearing behind the hunter, and passing through his back. A huge hole was made in his chest, constantly flowing towards the flow of blood, causing him to let out an unwilling roar, and fell to the ground weakly, becoming a cold corpse.

After killing the hunter, Zhao Hu stared at the battlefield tightly, looking for the best attack opportunity, and whispered to himself: "Third!"

Seeing Zhao Hu killing three hunters in a row, Wang Hua couldn't help but say a secret praise. The red scepter in his hand gently waved, and balls of hot flames appeared out of thin air, and then they were compressed into marble-sized fire bombs, forming a dense network, and shooting towards a hunter who was charging forward quickly.

Faced with the dense fire bomb attack, the hunter was shocked, and his spiritual power was mobilized wildly, poured into the big knife in his hand, and then waved the big knife with a faint golden light and slashed the dense fire bomb net hard on the dense fire bomb net.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! A few crisp sounds, several sparks flashed by, and more than a dozen hot fire bombs were chopped in half by the hunter with a big knife, while the other dozen fire bombs fell on the hunter without any surprise, causing him to lose his combat power in an instant, making him roar of anger, and used all the last power in his body to throw the big knife in his hand towards Wang Hua.

At this moment, a black spear with a faint light on his body appeared out of nowhere, knocking the big knife thrown by the hunter to the ground, and then passed through the chest of the hunter who was about to be unable to support and could not rise up, and a big hole was made on his body, causing him to die completely and collapse on the ground.

After killing the hunter, Zhao Hu turned his gaze to other hunters and whispered to himself: "Fourth!"

Seeing Zhao Hu killing his opponent so unethical, Wang Hua couldn't help but feel angry and snorted at Zhao Hu, "Brother Zhao, how can you do this! Snatching other people's opponents, especially those who are about to die, is a very impolite behavior. Don't you know?"

Zhao Hu completely ignored Wang Hua's cold snorting. He knew in his heart that Wang Hua was just complaining. He would not scold him for snatching his opponent, nor would he resent him. Therefore, he did not refute or apologize. He just stared at the other six fourth-level hunters with his eyes tightly looking for a suitable opportunity to kill him with one blow.

While searching for the fighter, Zhao Hu took out the dark source crystal as big as a fist from his arms, quickly absorbed the dark source power in it, replenished the consumption of dark source power in his body, and kept sufficient dark source power in his body.

Seeing that Zhao Hu ignored him, Wang Hua turned his attention to the six hunters. The red scepter in his hand gently waved, and balls of hot flames appeared out of thin air, and then quickly merged together to form a fire dragon more than two meters long, with a scorching aura pounced on a hunter.

Seeing a fire dragon more than two meters long pounced on him, the hunter's face changed, and the spiritual power in his body quickly poured into the spear in his hand. He waved his hands hard and stabbed the fire dragon's abdomen.

The spear in the hunter's hand just stabbed the fire dragon's abdomen and saw a hot air flow along the spear in his hand, invading his body, wantonly destroying the meridians in his body, causing him to lose most of his combat power in an instant. He could only rely on his strong will, waving the spear in his hand to struggle to resist the fire dragon's attack.

At this moment, a black spear more than one meter long, emitting a faint light appeared out of nowhere behind the hunter, passing through the hunter's back like lightning, piercing through his body, and opening a big hole in his body, causing him to vomit blood and die in the end.

After the hunter died, Wang Jie yelled, his figure flashed rapidly, and appeared beside a hunter. The long sword in his hand danced gently, releasing a sword light of more than one foot long, which passed through the hunter and left a long hole on his arm. A large amount of red blood flowed out from the wound on his arm. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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