It was late at night and Yang Zheng had no time to let go of Mo Bingyun, so he snatched a horse and flew out.

On the other side, Legolas and Axue also got on a horse.

When he rushed out, Legolas turned three arrows in a row. The Elf Prince's archery was dazzling, with the three arrows connected at the tail, and whizzing - hidden in the darkness.

The horse's hooves pedaled past the mud road with water, and the "deep" water splashed all the way.

After experiencing so many ups and downs, Yang Zheng has long believed in Barbie unconditionally.

Blood melts into water.

Barbie may be the only partner Yang Zheng trusts 100% in this world.

They depend on each other, just like the whole, Barbie's fear also spread to his heart, making him feel fear for the first time.

The three riders ran wildly on the rainy night. Yang Zheng grabbed the horse's neck with one hand, and the spiritual power inherited from Barbie rippled in his eyes. His hands had almost pierced the flesh under the horse's hair. A red light lit up in the eyes of the horse's eyes, and the speed of carrying the two was no slower than that of the elf prince.

Axue fell to the end.

It’s not that she is not good at equestrianism, but compared with Yang Zheng’s spiritual power and the natural magic of the elf prince, A Xue, the eighth-grade swordsman, looks less dazzling.

The enemy has not appeared.

But the hearts of the four people were twitching violently.

There is invisible oppression in a rainy night.

Three riders and four men rushed to the road without even saying a word, and the road became muddy. This was a narrow mountain road, rugged and winding, and the river formed by rain flowed across the road. There were many stones and trees rolling down from the mountains on the road, hindering the speed of the three horses moving forward.

When I was already at the edge of the woods and was about to face a downhill, a mutation occurred.

Buzz

A sudden light rose in a rainy night.

The white light expanded rapidly, like a stone falling into the lake curtain, igniting brilliant ripples. Yang Zheng Chong was in the front and was the first to see the white pattern clearly. He was shocked. He quickly withdrew his right hand and pulled the horse to control the rushing horse. He shouted quickly: "Be careful, there is a net."

The white light is actually a big net with sky and earth.

The speed was overwhelming, and it became bigger and bigger, and the blink of an eye was already filled with the vision of Yang Zheng and others.

It is impossible to retreat.

Yang Zheng drew out his sword and reached out to cut off the strap on his body. Mo Bingyun behind him suddenly shook, and Yang Zheng's voice came from his ears: "Princess, I block this net, I'll give you a horse, run away quickly."

Mo Bingyun was shocked: "What about you?"

"The power of affairs is urgent, it's too late, you run first." Yang Zheng said, pressing the horse's back with one hand, he was about to fly out of the horse.

But when his waist tightened, Mo Bingyun hugged him tightly.

"Let go." Yang Zheng was angry and anxious: "When is it now, you woman?"

"I won't let go, I'll go together, die together... die together."

Mo Bingyun screamed, trembling violently. The rain gear on her head was lifted up, revealing her blood-deficient face, but she looked resolute. Yang Zheng looked back stubbornly. The strong and complex emotions contained in her eyes made Yang Zheng tremble, and he avoided her gaze unnaturally.

This delay made the net reach four or five meters in front of me, and it would be too late to escape.

Yang Zheng sighed inwardly, gathered his mind, held the sword in both hands, and stared at the big net flying closer and closer. The darkness could not stop the faint white light emitted from the net. The fine net patterns as delicate as silver threads were shrinking and shrinking, and the three riders and four people were shrouded in the opening and closing.

The sword had been raised above his head, and Yang Zheng's pupils were shrinking, staring at the front like a needle's eye.

The mental power quickly gathered, flowing into his mind like mercury.

The vision is also changing, and the rain and fog can no longer stop his sight. Under the height of mental compression, Yang Zheng's heart has become unrest. He temporarily forgot all positive or negative emotions. Only that big net, he wants to find the flaws and find the "shivering light spots" on the giant net.

White, all.

Endless, why not that little?

Countless spiritual threads radiated out, but were hindered on the white net, and the white swayed so hard that people couldn't open their eyes.

Yang Zheng couldn't wait any longer. I don't know what material this website was made of, but there was no flaw.

Seeing that the huge net was covering everyone, Yang Zheng slashed out his sword with force.

There is no light, only speed beyond the limit.

The sword had already been chopped on the white net, as if it fell into a ball of cotton. In the contraction, the sword body rebounded back with huge force. The reaction force was like Yang Zheng was chopping against him. The horse suddenly made a miserable niggling, blood was overflowing from his mouth and nose, and it retreated repeatedly, and almost fell to the ground.

Yang Zheng felt even more uncomfortable. In order not to hurt the woman behind him, he suffered this violent reaction force. His chest felt like he was hit by a huge hammer in succession, and he tried his best to suppress his throat with blood.

Barbie yelled in his consciousness: "It's useless, this is a spider web containing true energy."

The so-called true energy is the Dou Qi Yuan Yuan Yuan mixed with spiritual power. Yang Zheng also learned something from Barbie and Scarlett.

But now he has no time to think about these things at all. It is Yang Zheng's belief that he never gives up. Moreover, unless he dies, it is impossible to let the woman who promised to protect be injured in front of him. It is also the education he received since childhood, even if this woman was still his enemy the moment before.

Resist the huge pressure brought by the giant net.

The fine iron sword made by the dwarf blacksmith had been bent backwards at forty-five degrees, making an unpleasant squeeze sound.

At this moment, dense dark shadows like nighthawks flew out from the sky and the ground.

God, there are at least hundreds of people.

These people seem to be born night walkers. In the dark night, their wandering trajectory is so vague, as if they were a hundred meters away the moment before, but they appeared in front of them the next moment.

Yang Zheng only took a look and found out their identities.

The last time I killed my assassin at Yingbo Lake.

"Princess, there is a sword in the horse bag, be careful!" Yang Zheng held his breath and squeezed out a sentence. Of course, Mo Bingyun saw the shadows. She let go of Yang Zheng and pulled out the sword. Although she was still weak, as an eighth-grade swordsman, her tenacious heart made her forget her physical fatigue.

"Legolas!" Yang Zheng suddenly let out an angry roar and rushed out of the horse, completely beyond Mo Bingyun's expectations.

At this moment, with a whistle, a green arrow had already swept over Yang Zheng's scalp and landed on the giant net, and a large piece of green vines exploded. The vines were growing at a crazy speed. The natural divine power from the Green Elf tribe finally resisted the white net for a moment.

Yang Zheng took this opportunity to pull off the silver gloves on his right hand.

The bloody smell filled with evil aura suddenly spread, and Yang Zheng's pupils were instantly replaced by a cloud of fire.

It boils like thick plasma.

The red glass-like hand saw the blood flowing under the blood vessels... A huge golden eye was struggling, a demon baking on the immortal flames of the darkness.

No matter what it is, it can become a demon or fall.

Now, give me strength.

Yang Zheng let out a scream at the sky. The loud long hiss accompanied by the whistling sound waves and amazing murderous aura actually had an indescribable shrill aura... His right hand raised, blood-red flames burning. Through the hand, the sword handle he was holding, a tongue of flame suddenly spit out, sweeping the entire sword, and the originally blue-black sword body became transparent and red.

Drops of red solution dripped from the tip of the sword, and when it fell into the air, it instantly dissipated into tiny spots of light.

Is this the power of evil?

Countless combat instincts rushed into Yang Zheng's mind like huge data on the computer, and huge power hovered in his body and was about to burst out.

The green vines finally couldn't stand the cutting of the spider web and shattered into slag.

The white net contracted again, less than one meter away from Yang Zheng.

"Don't die!"

Yang Zheng roared and swung the sword, and a fire dragon rushed out.

There seemed to be a fierce soul on the sword, which was arrogant. The powerful evil power swept out violently and the spider web. Red light splashed everywhere, and the white net retreated and expanded. With a bang, the white net that had risen to its limit finally broke through a gap.

Amid the rushing fire, a man rushed out.

Yang Zheng tore open the gap and stood on the other side of the white net. The sword in his hand finally couldn't withstand such a domineering collision. The red turtle pattern spread and spread. Starting from the tip of the sword, it turned into powder little by little, drifting with the wind.

Zhangwang's man had already twitched all over his body and fell to the ground, with countless cracks cracking all over his body, and blood was shot in a mess.

Yang Zheng's face turned pale and red, and his hands and feet were trembling.

The greater the power, the greater the damage, and he is suffering from the backlash of the heart-sucking bone dying.

Axue and Mo Bingyun stood together, with more than a dozen black-clad assassins around them.

There were more than ten people lying under the horse's feet, two eighth-grade swordsmen. Even though Mo Bingyun was injured, he was still more than enough to deal with these black-clothed assassins. However, Yang Zheng's heart was afraid that he had not disappeared, as if in the dark, a beast that could devour him was peeking at him.

Barbie's alarm is by no means saying these unsightly assassins.

He endured the severe pain, and his toes snatched a little, and his body floated back to Mo Bingyun as if a cloud was moving. It was accompanied by a ghostly figure, but it was bloody slaughter.

The red glass swept across the air, bringing out a silent flowing flame...

The metallic nails shimmered across the skin of the throat, as if they were cutting white papers. The man in black kept falling down. Yang Zheng had already wandered behind Mo Bingyun and Axue, suddenly put out his palms and slapped the back of the two horses. The frightened horse rushed forward. Yang Zheng's voice came: "Axue, take the princess and leave quickly."

Mo Bingyun exclaimed: "Yang Zheng."

She was about to jump off the horse, but A Xue grabbed it. The pretty girl showed enough calmness. She shook her head: "You are here, but it will drag him down. Let's go quickly and he will catch up."

The two riders were very fast and finally rushed down the steep slope before the men in black surrounded them. The men in black seemed not interested in them, but rushed towards Yang Zheng one after another.

It was indeed for me.

Yang Zheng smiled coldly in his heart. Last time he was in the water, and you were forced to force him to no avail. He didn't take these men in black seriously.

The evil power containing the murderous aura made his body contain as if it was surrounded by an invisible fire.

The right hand is already the strongest weapon. Even the black-clothed assassin, who is known for his speed, still cannot escape the pursuit of the Death Hand. Every time he kills a person, the blood-colored light on Yang Zheng's right hand becomes thicker. Under the glass-like skin, the sealed demon greedily absorbs blood, and his golden eyes become brighter.
To be continued...