However, at this moment, a chill came up in her chest and Yang Zheng's mind frightened.

It seemed that something had rushed into Yang Zheng's mind. His eyes suddenly lit up, and a red light appeared around Yang Zheng.

Everything is empty, and there is only a silvery little left in my eyes.

The iron sword struck forward again, and the nightmare made a shocking hiss, and its right front hooves were cut off. However, the left hooves still stepped on Yang Zheng’s chest, making a thunderous sound like a drumbeat.

Yang Zheng's clothes were burned in an instant, and he flew backwards for more than ten meters, lying on the ground without moving.

Wes let out a shrill roar, and he drew a semicircle with his sword, and the roaring sword energy rushed out like a sea of ​​roaring sword energy.

Several three-headed evil dogs were torn to pieces by the surging sword energy.

Nightmare lost one hoof, and the center of gravity was unstable after landing, and the warlock on the horse was not expected to be this scene, and it also fell very ugly.

The Gray-robed warlock struggled to get up from the ground, roaring hoarsely:

"Ah! Damn ant!"

He knew very well how powerful a nightmare kick had, and he could crack a ton of blue diamond, which was known as the hardest stone in the world.

So he was sure that this hateful ant had been kicked to pieces and might have seen Pluto long ago.

Seeing Wes rushing towards him like crazy, the gray-robed warlock pointed straight at the staff, and a purple ball of light rushed towards Wes. With a "bang", Wes let out a scream and fell to the ground.

After Weis was dealt with, the warlock limped towards Yang Zheng, murmured: "Ant, you hateful ant, I want to imprison your soul and endure the torture of hellfire every day. I want to make your body a specimen and put it into the most vicious black mud and refine it into a poisonous zombie. Damn ants, damn ants…"

The gray-robed sorcerer stopped two meters in front of Yang Zheng.

"Huh--" He yelled softly.

With a little force on the staff, Yang Zheng was turned over by an invisible force. On his chest, a flame-shaped mark emitted an orange-yellow light.

The gray-robed warlock's face changed drastically.

Yang Zheng suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed all the time, and there was endless murderous intent in his black pupils.

He rolled, and his whole body jumped up from the ground like a leopard. A blue ball of light in his left hand was the cold murderous aura scattered from m9.

With a thunderous sound, the gray-robed warlock looked at the dagger that was deeply penetrated in his chest in disbelief. His eyes showed horror for the first time, which was the fear of death.

The black gems on the staff trembled violently and shattered.

The black resentment surged out from the moment the gem exploded. Yang Zheng was forced by the gloomy cold air that was soaked in his bones, let go of the dagger and retreated several steps in succession.

The warlock fell softly to the ground.

"dad!"

Yang Zheng, who was still immersed in murderous intent, was awakened by a scream. He endured the severe pain in his chest and stood up. Avril pounced on Wes's body, crying and shaking.

Yang Zheng stumbled toward Weis. The sturdy man was purple all over and some black blood foam was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. The situation was tragic.

"Wes!" Yang Zheng half-kneeled down and helped half of Weis' body up.

"You...you..." Weiss grabbed Yang Zheng's clothes and tried to say something. As soon as he opened his mouth, blood foam gushed out of his mouth, causing him to cough violently.

"Stand on, Wes," Yang Zheng kept motivating him: "You are poisoned, wait for me to find the antidote."

Yang Zheng gently put him down, came to the warlock's corpse, pulled open the warlock's clothes, and took out seven or eight bottles and jars from his arms. Yang Zheng took them all to Weis, pulled the plug one by one, and smelled it. The smell in each bottle was different.

"Damn it, which one is the antidote, Barbie, do you know?" Yang Zheng pressed the mark on his chest, wanting to feel Barbie's power.

Weiss' purple color became thicker and his skin almost turned black, and his pulse gradually weakened.

"It's useless, these are not antidotes, you hold his hand." Just as Yang Zheng was almost desperate, Barbie's voice came, a little blurred.

Yang Zheng hurriedly grabbed Weis' hand, and a heat current rushed down his arm. Weis's body shook violently. The black air on his face faded a lot, and his eyes lit up again.

"I... can't do it anymore." Weststoned for a moment, his face suddenly turned red, and his words became fluent: "Help me take care of Avril and take her to Sobadin's Moonbird Hotel, please!"

"Dad." Avril cried even harder after hearing Wes' words.

"Don't cry, Avril, you're a good boy," Weiss reached into his arms, took out a small black box, and handed it to Yang Zheng: "Hold this thing, don't move..."

Weis wanted to say something, but a choke sounded in his throat. Yang Zheng felt the heat in his hand fading away rapidly...

"Wes!!"

Yang Zheng was a little sad, and this enthusiastic swordsman closed his eyes.

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Deep in the mud and swamp.

Black clouds permeate a skeleton-shaped dry ground.

A huge array diagram was dripping with blood on the ground, and countless dead bones with triangular cones were piled up at each array foot. On the top of each pile of skulls, there was a dark green skull, and blue smoke kept coming out of the skull's eyes, ears, mouth, nose and soaring. The dry ground was covered with clouds, and the cold air filled the air. The black swamp water was bubbling upwards, countless corpses were soaked in the water, and the pale dead faces were filled with despair, sadness, and cruelty. All the negative factors were concentrated here, making the dry ground look like a ghost.

This is the home of the demon Sharafil.

Suddenly, the formation map was bright, and the black clouds around were rolling like the eve of a heavy rain.

The skull emits a dark green light.

Pila

With a loud bang, black light emerged from the array diagram.

Gradually form a skeleton shape.

"oh--"

Angry voices passed through the fog of the swamp, alarming the crows flying through the sky.

"Shameless ant, despicable ant, you despise the dignity of the demon warrior Sharafil, and actually attacked me...ao..."

A buzzing sound was made in the black light, exactly the same as the sound of the magician Yang Zheng killed.

This is the first time since becoming a warlock that Sharafil has suffered such a serious injury.

No melee profession can be close to Sharafil within five meters of his body. All those who are close to him have been refined into specimens by him, so the magician is the nightmare of the entire continent.

However, today, Sharafil was almost attacked to death.

Even the body was destroyed.

If it is spread, he will not be able to hang out in the magic world. He will definitely be stumbled on his back and be despised to death.

When he thought of Jafes and Hubitt, he would definitely point at the wound on his body and shouted sarcastically: "Oh, our cute Lord Sharafi is injured. This is really a shame to the entire magic world. Come on, let us use two sar beasts (the lowest hell creature) to kill the enemy!" Sharafi felt ashamed to death.

Damn it, that puppet.

Why didn't he come out to greet his master? Don't he know that his master was seriously injured? This damn world, damn people, damn puppets, all deserve to die.

Sharafil cursed fiercely and shouted at a huge birdcage-like house not far from the dry ground: "Jefeld, I really deserve to put a dog's head on you. A dog is smarter and loyal than you. Get out soon..."

I shouted a few times, and there was no movement in the house.

Sharafil was completely angry, her body was destroyed, and his soul could only gather at the formation map. He cursed loudly at the numbness of his puppet: "Jefelde, you, the inferior beast of sarcasm, do you dare to despise the demon warrior Sharafil? Wait, I will turn you into the ugliest and disgusting stitch monster and become the dirtiest garbage in the world."

The door opened, and a leisurely voice came from the door: "Xiafil, I have been waiting for you for a long time, but you are finally back."

"Who?" Sharafil took a step back vigilantly.

A beautiful figure gradually emerged from the shadows inside the door. The woman's long silver hair was like a waterfall on Mount Label, falling vertically on her slender waist. Her slender eyes were like the silver moon in the sky, with the charm of seductive bones. Her pure white face was covered with a faint smoke. It was not clear. Scarlett, who else can have such a shocking and evil beauty besides her.

Even a demonic warrior like Sharafil, who uses human organs as materials, could not help but suffocate.

Some beauty is indeed irresistible.

However, Sharafil was still very alert, and his green eyes rolled: "Who are you?"

Scarlett's eyes fell on the black mist, and he was a little surprised: "The demon warrior was actually physically destroyed, who can do this."

Sharafil roared angrily: "Woman, Sharafil is not to be despised. Do you think I can no longer use my powerful magic power without my body?"

Scarlett seemed to have never heard of it, and he used his jade feet lightly, like a wisp of purple smoke that swept out of the house.

"Xialafil, I heard that you found the whereabouts of the golden-winged cicada!"

As soon as he heard the three words "Golden-winged Cicada", the magician became more alert to the woman in front of him.

"I haven't heard of what a golden-winged cicada."

Scarlett chuckled: "Charafil, you seem to have forgotten your situation..."

Her voice became lower and lower, but deep in her eyes seemed to be surrounded by a ball of purple flames.

"God, you are from the temple. Are you talking about the golden-winged cicada?" Sharafe took a few steps back: "I don't, you see, I've been injured so seriously..."

"Charafil, do you think I should believe what a notorious warlock said?" Scarlett smiled and pressed step by step.

"I really don't!" Sharafil was so angry that he was not believed by others when he said the truth a rare time.

Scarlett finally stopped laughing. The purple flames in her eyes became more and more prosperous, and the air around her seemed to be ignited. Sharafi was so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood. Now he only had his soul, and the magic power he was proud of was oppressed and unable to move.

"The golden-winged cicada was snatched away by a black-haired man, and I was stabbed by him." Xia Lafei finally couldn't resist the powerful mental pressure and used his strength to hold it up.

"Black-haired man?" Scarlett's eyes moved, the purple flames dissipated, and the air around him returned to normal.

"What kind of black-haired man is, and whether his eyes are black." Scarlett, who had been calm and composed, had a little more urgent smell in his words at this moment.

Under absolute oppression, Xia Lafei dared not play tricks anymore, and he described Yang Zheng's characteristics.
To be continued...