He Has a Dragon

The invisible Wang Le wanders around every corner of the battlefield. He adheres to the principle of "bullying the weak" and holds a special military spike to greet enemies who have been injured by members of the Alliance Trial Team.

The military thorn suddenly stabbed into the heart of an injured late-level Xuan-level enemy from behind. He twisted his wrist and the heart was broken and killed him. Then he pulled it out and retreated.

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A mid-level Xuan-level expert who had just been stabbed through the thigh by Zheng Singer's natal magical weapon, suddenly froze when he broke free, and then the head rolled down from his neck, and hot blood spurted out instantly.

When Zheng Ge, who was about to pursue him, saw this scene, a chill instantly rose from his tailbone to the back of his head, and his scalp was numb uncontrollably.

"It's him." After Zheng Ge whispered to himself, he subconsciously looked for Wang Le again. Then when he thought that he couldn't find it at all, he felt depressed and depressed, so he had to turn around and fight to another place...

During this period, Wang Le was not very merciful. When he saw a member of the trial team in a life crisis, he immediately took action to rescue them.

Because in that case, you will only fall into the quagmire of being surrounded and suppressed, unable to escape and continue to play the role of a killer roaming the battlefield.

Of course, there is also the competition between the members of the alliance trial team.

Everyone knows this very well. Even if Deacon Tian shouts slogans louder and more intensely, it will not be of much use.

Besides, Wang Le doesn’t want to interpret a modern version of the story of the farmer and the snake on himself.

Wang Le did not dare to face everything in front of him without caution.

Because this is related to whether one's own life can be saved, whether he can survive this disaster safely and successfully reach the border.

In this way, as time goes by, the battle lines between the two sides become longer and longer, and they become more dispersed, no longer crowded to fight in a small space.

And this is more conducive to Wang Le's assassination without attracting the attention of others.

But the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly. As the strength waxed and waned, finally, not only a group of powerful enemies, but also the alliance trial team members noticed something was wrong.

"Why do I feel like there are fewer and fewer people on the other side?"

When some members of the trial team met with their companions, they asked about their doubts.

"Huh,

You also feel this way, I thought it was my illusion! "The companion responded in surprise.

And this kind of similar conversations quickly became more and more frequent within the Alliance Trial Team.

These strong men who attacked and killed the alliance trial team suddenly looked back and realized that there were more than forty people there, but in the blink of an eye there were about ten less?

"Where are our people?"

"When did the youngest die?"

"Why are they all dead?"

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Seeing that something was wrong, these strong men immediately sent out a secret signal and quickly gathered their own personnel to face such a strange situation.

After seeing this, the members of the alliance trial team spontaneously left the battlefield and converged at the same place.

After the invisible Wang Le saw the movements of both parties, a smile appeared on his cold and frosty face, and he said secretly: "Finally, the strengths of both parties have been brought to a balance point. I have really done a thankless job. .”

In a flash of thought, Wang Le removed the power of the Dragon's invisible power, revealed it in the night air, and then rushed towards the alliance trial team in a flash.

The time spent traveling around the battlefield seemed long but was actually short, only half an hour.

But in this short period of time, Wang Le, with the blessing of the hidden power of the Breaking False Eye Dragon, used the fastest speed and the most effective ruthless means to kill one powerful enemy after another.

During this whole process, every move Wang Le made was as perfect and precise as a textbook, without any flaws.

If killing is also an art, then Wang Le must be the top master of this art.

When Wang Le returned to the alliance trial team without a word, Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge were bruised and covered in blood. It was obvious that they had suffered a lot in the process of fighting.

Wang Le walked to the two of them, didn't say anything and just nodded. Then he looked at the thirty or so martial arts experts opposite, and his eyes were locked on one of them, who was wearing black clothes and had a long face, about forty years old. On the warrior.

During the sneak attack on the battlefield just now, Wang Le was always using his clairvoyant powers to monitor the changes in the melee between the two sides.

Unconsciously, Wang Le was attracted by this long-faced warrior.

Because during this brief half-hour of fighting, three of the five members of the alliance trial team died at the hands of this long-faced warrior!

In order to avoid attracting the other party's attention, Wang Le quickly looked away, and at the same time sneered in his heart: "These guys are really cunning, they actually let a middle-level earth-level strongman hide in a group of Xuan-level warriors to act like a pig. Eat the tiger and fish in troubled waters.”

Just when Wang Le was particularly wary of this long-faced warrior who was hiding his strength, and was thinking about how to deal with it, Zheng Ge next to him finally regained his breath, and then said softly: "Brother Wang, after this fight just now, if Without you, more people on our side would probably die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fatty Huang, who was standing on the other side of Wang Le, was shocked and whispered: "Brother, don't tell me that so many people on the other side died, and most of them were your fault!"

Mr. Wang, who always prides himself on being high-profile and low-key, shook his head and denied without hesitation: "I don't have the ability. Don't listen to Brother Zheng's one-sided words. I'm afraid he may have misunderstood."

After a pause, Wang Le pointed at his long gown, which was as white as snow, and said with a smile: "Look, there is no trace of blood on this body. How could he possibly kill so many people."

Having said this, Wang Le sighed, and continued with regret and helplessness on his face: "I really want to kill all those guys on the opposite side, but I can't help it because I'm not good enough."

Seeing Wang Le's sincere denial, Fatty Huang couldn't help but murmured softly: "These people are at least in the middle stage of the Xuan level of martial arts, and there are even more powerful ones in the late stage of the Xuan level. Even if the Earth level warriors are in this kind of On the chaotic battlefield, it is extremely difficult to kill a dozen Xuan-level masters in such a short period of time."

Obviously, Fatty Huang didn't believe that Wang Le had this strength.

At this time, Zheng Ge looked at Wang Le with a suspicious look in his eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "If it wasn't Brother Wang who did it, then who did it if so many people died in such a short period of time?"

Before Wang Le could respond, Fatty Huang said with a nonchalant expression: "Brother Zheng, on such a chaotic battlefield, you will fall in the blink of an eye if you are not careful."

"Besides, don't forget that those of us who have left the sect to gain experience have few life-saving weapons in our hands. Once we use them, our chances of killing an opponent who is stronger than ourselves are very high."

"Uh!" Zheng Ge was speechless.