There was chaos on the stage!

Yang Zheng shouted loudly and rushed forward. Before he could climb the steps, the man flew into the air and stepped on the shoulders of a soldier. The man had already flew to the high platform.

Several white figures rushed over from both sides.

With a "huh!", one of them radiated a crossbow with his hands and radiated at close range. The green arrow with venom rushed to Yang Zheng's face.

Yang Zheng raised the moon blade and blocked the crossbow arrow. With a cold roar, he slashed his face with a knife.

"Ah!" screamed, the white figures had been cut off in the waist, and they stopped for a moment and rushed towards the place where Kaiwo was standing.

There were a few women dancing in the gauze lying on the ground there.

They suddenly attacked the three kings standing beside them. Gary Nolan and Suyacha were both very good at blocking a suicide attack, but Kaiwo was unfortunately stabbed in the abdomen.

The master surrounding the king quickly dismembered the assassinated woman.

Yang Zheng separated the soldiers around Kaiwo and saw the green-colored Kaiwo being placed on the ground. A palace priest was sweating profusely. From his expression, he could see that Kaiwo was not optimistic.

"How is the situation?" Yang Zheng half-squatted down.

When the pastor saw Yang Zheng calm down, he said hurriedly: "The wound did not stab the vital part, but the weapon was poisonous and violent. Now I only have some simple medicines around me, and I can't treat it."

Because of the chaos in the square, everyone could not leave, and now they could not send Kaiwo to the palace for treatment.

At this time, Kaiwo's eyes were closed and he was already in a coma. Suacha and Gary Nolan were furious.

Yang Zheng held Kaiwo's hand, and his spiritual power penetrated into his body. He suddenly felt the flow of poisonous blood. He said to the pastor: "Get out of the way!"

His identity is very special. The pastor took two steps back without saying a word. Yang Zheng had already untied a dagger and cut open Kaiwo's shirt with one knife. A piece of black as big as a palm formed on the wound on his abdomen, spreading like a black meridian spider web. It was shocking.

I couldn't wait any longer, but Yang Zheng had a knife but the wound was so big that black blood spurted out.

"What are you going to do?" Several Kaiwo's personal guards screamed in shock. The blood was so terrifying.

"Shut up!"

Yang Zheng didn't raise his head. He raised Kai's body with his back hand and leaned down on a chair. His hand pressed against Kai's back. The extraordinary force penetrated Kai's body, and the poisonous blood surged. Soon, a large stall about a meter square in the ground.

The people in the land were so scared that they didn't know whether Yang Zheng was saving or killing people.

"boom!"

A huge fireball flew from the square and hit the barrier directly, splashing out a fire curtain. With just one move, the barrier was shaking.

"There is a fire-type master!" A palace mage said with a slightly pale face and shouted.

Everyone's face is not good-looking. Fire-type spells have always been the most violent and violent in magic attacks. However, the talent required by this magic is very high. And it depends more on luck, because "fire" is too crazy and difficult to control. Most of the mages who practice fire-type magic to high-end die at their own hands.

It takes more than tens of thousands of experiments to achieve any top-level magic controller of the sect-type magic, and fire magic is no exception. Any of them may ruin your life. The more you practice to the high end, the more dangerous it is.

Therefore, fire magicians are all those who work with the God of Death, and those who achieve great fire magicians are even more rare, but undoubtedly, every fire magician is a real killing machine.

Let them do their best, especially in such a densely populated area, killing thousands of people is not difficult.

Another fireball flew over and hit the barrier, and the entire platform seemed to be carried to the crater and roasted for a while. The scorching heat flowed across the body, feeling that the god of death was so close.

The people on the high platform were panicked, and no one wanted to be the target of a fire-type master. This is the worst thing in the world.

Suyacha and Gary Nolan yelled: "You bunch of trash, find that magician and kill him."

But the mage couldn't stop changing positions in the crowd and couldn't see his figure clearly.

"This mage is proficient in seclusion, or there is another mage who is proficient in seclusion to help him, Your Majesty!" a palace mage called.

"Waste! Waste! I don't want a reason. I want to end up. There are tens of thousands of our soldiers here. You wastes, but you let the assassinators sneak up so close and are helpless. I tell you that I can't calm the chaos. I will kill you first!" Su Yacha no longer cared about it at this time.

Image, hissing, roaring at his subordinates, tens of thousands of soldiers, and a large number of assassins in the palace, made a fuss and stabbed a king seriously injuring him. He could no longer think of a worse situation than this.

With this kind of emergency ability, how can you face the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Holy Fire Sect? It’s bullshit, everything is bullshit!

Suachar and Garrin Nolan were both furious, not because of the sinister situation, but more because of their own incompetence, which was something that annoyed them more than this assassination.

Yang Zheng still put his hand on Kaiwo's back, with no expression on his face.

Generally, if you lose more than one-third of the blood, you will be very dangerous. If you exceed half of your body, you will almost die.

Kaiwo was definitely more than half of the blood she let go. When Yang Zheng turned his body over, his face was almost blank, his lips and skin color could not be distinguished, and he looked almost dead.

But Yang Zheng pulled down his black robe and wrapped Kaiwo's body.

His extraordinary power has remained in Kaiwo's body, holding his vitality. Yang Zheng handed Kaiwo to the pastor: "Look at him, don't move around."

The pastor looked at Kaiwo with timidity, afraid that this was actually a dead body.

"Get the strongest bow!"

Yang Zheng's cold voice was trembling with metal, and the noise in the square could not suppress his words.

Just now, the image of Yang Zheng killing the one-eyed king with one sword has been deeply imprinted into everyone's hearts. An advanced soldier next to Su Yacha quickly sent his powerful bow.

He was originally half-elves, possessing the talent of a elves. Later, he advanced to the lion warrior. His strength was extremely strong, and the bow he used was naturally far away from ordinary bows and arrows. The iron bow handle was inlaid with dense silver patterns. The bow string wrapped with sea snake tendons was amazingly elastic, and the corresponding strength was extremely powerful.

Yang Zheng took the sea snake bow and pulled it gently, and it was the full moon. He was obviously still not satisfied with the power of the bow, but this was the best bow that could be found now.

He stretched out his right hand, and the Lion Warrior quickly handed an arrow.

After putting on the bow, Yang Zheng narrowed one of his eyes gently, his condensed eyes penetrated the chaotic crowd, and a purple fire appeared in his eye sockets...

"God, don't let me be ashamed! Don't let the enemy play the song of triumph on me!"

He said softly, and suddenly his body half-turned and shot the first arrow.

"Swoosh!"

A scream came from the crowd a hundred meters above the platform, and a person's head was pierced by an arrow and fell several meters away, falling heavily to the ground.

"arrow!"

Yang Zheng did not look at that direction, stretched out his right hand and spat out a byte coldly.

The Lion Warrior quickly sent another arrow.

As soon as he arrived at Yang Zheng's hand, he heard the sound of bowstrings. Yang Zheng shot another room in the flash, and another person flew out of the crowd in the square.

This time, Yang Zheng was no longer needed to speak, and the soldier quickly handed over another one, and Yang Zheng took another one.

"Arrows, three!"

"ah?"

"Three arrows, hurry!"

"Oh oh oh..." After handing over three arrows in a hurry, Yang Zheng put the three arrows on the bowstrings and shot them together.

The three arrows looked for targets in a human head like eyes. The three arrows fell to the ground without humming.

This nearly weirdly accurate archery technique stunned everyone on the platform.

Su Yacha and Garin Nolan have practiced martial arts since childhood and have seen countless masters, but today they realized that there is really a world beyond heaven, and Yang Zheng is still at ease.

This is not a blind archery shooting, because the terrifying fire-type magician just now had stopped attacking.

Of course it was not that he had exhausted his magic power, but that Yang Zheng's bow and arrow had already threatened him.

In the face of this kind of archery, no mage dared to breathe heavily.

Yang Zheng did not stop shooting arrows. Every time he bent his bow, he would take away a life. This is a signal of death and scare the enemy.

When the assassins were penetrated by Yang Zheng's fried branch, the assassins hidden in the crowd became frightened. They didn't know whether the next arrow was aimed at them. They didn't dare to make any conspicuous moves by using the crowd to create chaos.

Because as long as you appear a little, that person will definitely die.

The assassinators dare not continue to create panic. The assembly of tens of thousands of soldiers in the square will soon control the situation, and the chaos will be calmed down.
Chapter completed!