"Captain Zhang Yu, he is my leader." Malta said carefully.

Yang Zheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he became more fond of the amphibian he controlled.

"Zhang Yu?" The man in black frowned with his brows. Judging from his expression, he seemed to have never heard of this notorious person.

"When did such a person appear in the Black Mage Tower?"

The man in black obviously did not expect to hear any valuable information from a mutant. The mutant was to some extent the same as the unintentional person he created, but his unintentional person was more obedient and more rapid.

Since there is no value, the man in black robe looked at Malta as if he was looking at a pile of dead objects.

The scepter was quietly raised.

Malta seemed to have also noticed that his doomsday was coming and shouted in despair: "No!"

The silver pattern on the black scepter emitted a misty light, and a black flame spurted out from the front of the scepter. The black flame quickly expanded, like a giant snake's head. With a big mouth, it was about to swallow the amphibian.

Recruiting, the strong wind suddenly rises!

The fierce wind that tore open the space was terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the back of the man in black.

As an Alustralian monk, although the man in black robe has stronger melee ability than those demons, he is only a little stronger. Faced with this cruel and terrifying melee murderous aura.

The man in black robe couldn't even turn around.

However, he was not worried.

The head of the black flame snake swallowed towards the amphibious man quickly dissipated. The next moment, it had already emerged from the back of the man in black robe and rushed towards the sneak attacker.

The black flame exploded, and the snake's head expanded to a few meters in a blink of an eye. The dark and faint snake mouth condensed the deadly refining energy of millions of unjust souls.

The evil spirit wailed and struggled, and the fierce aura was no less than the power of the sneak attack.

In the blink of an eye, a sword light like a craftsman rushed into Shekou.

The man in black robe sneered sneeringly. The most essential evil witchcraft in the Aruther civilization, the shackles of the ten thousand snakes full of resentment, were touched by the stars of resentment, which was enough to freeze any normal person. This sneak attacker was not sure how to collide with the ten thousand snakes without knowing his life or death, which was definitely a self-immolation act.

He didn't even want to watch it, and he already knew the miserable outcome of the other party.

All the essence and blood will inevitably be sucked by these millions of evil spirits...

However, his sneer suddenly froze when he pulled to the corner of his mouth, and his originally confident and proud eyes were replaced by horror.

"Bang"

With a crack, the man in black seemed to be hit by a bomb on the spot. He turned around several times in the air, smashed him hard on a stone pillar, and fell to the ground again.

Just this time, countless bones in his body broke on the spot, and he fell to the ground and sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, so he couldn't even climb up again.

There was a lot of meat left in the place that exploded just now.

A man with disheveled hair stood there, holding a good iron knife in his hand.

The head of an unintentional person fell to the ground for a long time and rolled around for several rounds.

The man in black robe was full of fear. If the unintentional person closest to him had not been to him, the minced meat on the ground would have been him.

"Master!" Maltha's extremely excited voice came into the ears of the man in black robe.

Owner?

Zhang Yu?

Could it be that he is Zhang Yu? The person from the Black Mage Tower? It is impossible. When did the Black Mage Tower have such strong melee ability? But if it weren't for the Black Mage Tower, it would be impossible to explain the fact that he was not afraid of the power of evil spirits.

Many questions flashed through the man in black robe's mind.

At this time, hundreds of unintentional people had surrounded the sneak attackers.

The man in black robe struggled to get up from the ground.

As the heir to evil witchcraft, although his body is not strong, he is much tougher than ordinary people.

Even if the bones in his body were broken, he still had the ability to escape.

Moreover, there were hundreds of unintentional people around him who had just been refined, and the man in black robe returned to his calmness.

The dark green eyes stared at the knife-holder and said gloomyly: "Who are you? Zhang Yu?"

Yang Zheng looked cautiously at the resurrected zombie (the unintentional person) surrounding him, and the iron knife was lying on his chest. When he heard the question from the man in black robe, he did not rush to answer. Instead, he was still recalling the scene that happened during the sneak attack. When the giant snake made of an evil spirit swallowed his body, the blood in his body was almost drained out of his body, and the temperature on his body dropped sharply. However, just as he was about to lose his power of movement, the evil power lurking in his body emerged again.

When the evil spirit power touches the evil power, it is like fire encountering water and is completely unable to resist, and millions of resentful spirits dissipate instantly.

As the evil power surged, Yang Zheng waved a perfect knife.

Even the unintentional person who blocked was shattered by evil forces.

It seems...the evil power gave him some kind of defense against black magic.

Yang Zheng suddenly felt very calm.

As long as this evil force can resist, Yang Zheng is confident to face the man in black robe. He has had the experience of killing Sharafil very well. The body of these magic users is quite weak.

Of course, he did not dare to underestimate the enemy. The unintentional people around him who were eyeing him, and the man in black robe who was hit hard but stood up quickly were still fatal enemies.

Yang Zheng did not speak, nor did the man in black robes attack easily.

Both sides do not know the other party’s true bottom line. If there is no reason to fight desperately, experts at the level of the black-robed man are not willing to fight for their lives. Their power is much stronger than ordinary people, which also means that their lives are more precious than ordinary people.

The atmosphere is a bit stiff.

The evil spirit power of the man in the black robe was quickly repairing his body. When he felt that his strength had recovered 70%, the man in the black robe's tone became more and more gloomy: "No matter who you are? You have to pay a price to attack the Yaluther monk. Be prepared to bear my anger."

The hand holding the scepter tightened violently, and the hundred unintentional people let out a harsh roar at the same time.

Their mouths were twice as big as ordinary people, almost like snake mouths, and blood vessels on their brown skin were crawling like earthworms.

monk?

When Yang Zheng was stunned, two unintentional people punched one by one. The boxing wind was fast, and the unintentional people were no worse than the black-clad assassin Yang Zheng had encountered.

He took a step back and a gust of wind came from behind him.

There are too many unintentional people, and there are attacks in any direction.

Yang Zheng forced himself to calm down, the spiritual power in his mind kept wandering, and the subtle spiritual threads kept wandering out, so that Yang Zheng could "see" the scene behind him without turning around... Three unintentional people held coffin boards, hairpins, and a knife. The coffin board hit his head, and the hairpins stabbed him in the back of the heart, while the knife slashed his waist and kidney from the left side.

The cooperation is tight during the period, just like a combat partner who has been trained for many years.

There is a wolf in front and a tiger in the back.

Yang Zheng could not escape, all he could do was to be faster and stronger than the other party.

The iron knife bounced towards the left waist like a whirlwind, blocking the sword of the unintentional person first. With a tingling sound, sparks flew everywhere. The unintentional person was shocked to take two steps back. Yang Zheng's arm numb and his heart became even colder. The unintentional person's power was so great that he could fight against him head-on.

This thought flashed, his hands shook, and his fists were swung out, and he had no tricks to fight with the two unintentional people who were attacking from the front.

This time, the power of the two unintentional people was obviously the upper hand, and Yang Zheng was knocked back a few steps, just in time to hit the hairpin and the board.

I felt a severe pain in my back and I ate another coffin board on my head, and my headache was about to break.

At this critical moment, Yang Zheng still tried his best to move away from the vital points of his heart, and a blood mark from his back was drawn.

All kinds of fighting only happened in the flash of lightning.

Yang Zheng has already had two lottery tickets.

Blood surged from his head and flowed to the corner of his mouth. Yang Zheng stretched out his hand and licked the blood in the corner of his mouth, feeling the evil demon in his body was ready to move.

Although he was injured just now, he did not use evil power at all, and he relied entirely on his physical strength to fight against the unintentional person.

Under the stimulation of the pain, wavy blood patterns appeared in Yang Zheng's eyes.

The brutal evil power surged into his mind, and his pupils shrank into a scarlet red with a needle.

He had white teeth wide open and purged out like a tiger with cruel murderous intent.

Even the black-robed monk who was protected by the unintentional person more than ten meters away seemed to have been bitten by a poisonous snake, and felt cold all over his body.

The unintentional person rushed over with a strange roar. Yang Zheng raised the iron knife in front of his chest, and a layer of black mist was wrapped around his hand holding the knife. Just when the unintentional person pounced on the air, the black air had completely wrapped the iron knife, and the faint black light rushed out silently.

In an instant, millions of sinister auras crisscrossed and spread like a net.

The unintentional person who came to kill paused two feet in front of Yang Zheng, and then cut it into countless neat pieces of meat strangely.

Yang Zheng became very murderous, transformed into the wind, and rushed into the pile of unintentional people. Black evil spirit continued to burst out. Every time he flashed, an unintentional person would be crushed to pieces.

During this period, Yang Zheng also had many wounds on his body, but he didn't care at all. He rushed around as quickly as possible, pointing his sword at the black-robed monk.

Seeing the unintentional people he had worked hard to create one by one fell under Yang Zheng's knife, the monk in black robe felt distressed and could not suppress it. However, Yang Zheng's murderous aura made him feel an unprecedented crisis.

A black air flashed in his eyes.

The man in black robe kept retreating, and complex and unexplained evil spells kept spitting out of his mouth.

The shattered unintentional pieces of meat kept wriggling. In a moment, thousands of black beetles were added to the ground. The front palates of these beetles were like knives, and their bodies were covered with blue cold light, making dense rustling sounds, rushing towards Yang Zheng overwhelmingly.

The field of vision was immediately replaced by a piece of black.

The black beetle's ugly face became clearer and clearer.

Yang Zhengli shouted, and the sword light was shining, and the beetle corpses were chopping out.
To be continued...