He Has a Dragon

At this moment, Diaojiaoyan and the others could only watch helplessly as their companions fell, unable to save them at all.

Because facing Wang Le's extremely domineering offensive frenzy, they were already like a mud Buddha crossing the river and could not protect themselves.

"how so?"

A strong man in the early stage of Nascent Soul, who was severely injured by Wang Le as soon as he came up, yelled in disbelief, with a look of horror and despair on his face.

Diaojiaoyan, as the middle-stage Nascent Soul master with the highest cultivation level among the five, his own situation is not much better.

"You were not bitten by the black dragon ant at all, otherwise, you would definitely be fine!"

Diao Jiaoyan looked at Wang Le with disbelief and said loudly.

While Wang Le continued his offensive, he curled his lips and responded: "No matter how powerful this black dragon ant is, it can even make a strong person who has transformed into a god lose the power to resist, but the fact is that it is of no use to me here."

"So your wishful thinking has completely failed with me."

Having said this, Wang Le couldn't help but have a cold smile on his face, and continued in a deep voice full of murderous intent: "Since my wishful thinking here has failed, of course the price I have to pay is my own life!"

"Because today, none of you guys can live to see the sun tomorrow morning, so go to hell!"

The moment he finished speaking, Wang Le casually pulled out an artifact long sword from the Fayan space!

When the sword radiated, the entire room was filled with purple-gold sword radiance, and no corner was missed.

Being in it, with nowhere to escape, Diaojiaoyan and the others immediately suffered.

Especially the three strong men in the early stage of Nascent Soul, who had already suffered heavy losses, were instantly bruised and bruised by these purple-gold sword lights, leaving no intact part of their bodies.

"Ahhhh..."

While the screams continued, Wang Le, who was shuttled in the purple-gold light, was like a shark smelling blood in the deep sea, constantly launching strong attacks on Diaojiaoyan and others.

Under Wang Le's fierce offensive, the three early Nascent Soul masters were unable to withstand it.

Especially in the face of Wang Le's ruthless tactics, the early Nascent Soul masters who usually showed off their power in Dongsheng Shenzhou now completely lost the ability and confidence to turn defeat into victory.

As time passed, two strong men in the early stage of Nascent Soul were stabbed in the vital parts by the long sword held by Wang Le tightly, their internal organs were minced, and they lost their lives on the spot. They could only breathe out but not inhale.

And just when Wang Le had the upper hand, suddenly a shocking roar came from outside, followed by bursts of roaring sounds that filled his ears.

This made Wang Le immediately realize that Diaojiaoyan and others' plan had definitely changed, and it was obviously not going so smoothly.

The solemn expressions on the faces of Diaojiaoyan and the last Nascent Soul early-stage strongman, and the despair in their eyes further supported Wang Le's speculation deep in his heart.

"It seems that your plan to control the Silver Kun has failed."

While Wang Le suppressed the last resistance of the two, he blinked and joked sarcastically.

The man with hanging-cornered eyes who was struggling to hold on at this moment ignored Wang Le's sarcasm and said quickly: "Brother Wang, we can help you kill the Huntian Sect's people!"

"Otherwise, even if you win this battle and kill us all, it will not help!"

Before Wang Le could ask further questions, the strong man in the early stage of Nascent Soul who was suppressed to the point of having difficulty breathing, used his remaining strength to shout loudly: "The people of the Huntian Sect will never let the guests on the Silver Kun set foot on the mainland of Middle-earth. 6."

"Because each of you is worth a lot, and if you add them all up, it's a huge treasure!"

"With such huge benefits, people from the Huntian Sect will never let it go."

"Especially for a genius with an extraordinary background like you, Brother Wang, even more so..."

Just as the monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul was talking more and more vigorously, trying to persuade Wang Le with his impeccable tongue, a sword light broke through the door, directly passed through the neck and throat, and then circled along the entire neck.

With a face full of shock and fear, the head of this early Yuanying monk left his body and was smashed to pieces by the artifact long sword in Wang Le's hand before it fell to the ground.

At the same time, the strong man's Nascent Soul, like the other three companions who had fallen, had no chance to escape from the body, and was directly killed by Wang Le with quick eyes and hands!

They had no chance of escaping, and the ruthless means of killing them all frightened the only surviving monk with horned eyes out of his mind.

This Diaojiaoyan monk couldn't figure it out. Everyone was a middle-stage Nascent Soul master. Why was the gap so big? ?

At this moment, the Diaojiaoyan monk finally realized the despair that Ge Shibao, the middle-stage Nascent Soul elder of the Huntian Sect, felt when he fought with Wang Le.

Seeing that Wang Le kept trying to kill himself, with no chance of escape at all, the horn-eyed monk who was fighting against the trapped beast couldn't help roaring!

"Since you're going to die, I'm going to take away half of your life, you bastard!"

The man with angular eyes roared at Wang Le with a crazy look on his face.

At the same time, the whole body of the man with hanging horned eyes began to swell up, like a shriveled balloon that was quickly blown up.

This was not the first time Wang Le encountered this situation and did not appear panicked at all.

I saw Wang Le calmly activate the Nine Transformations of the Celestial Silkworm in the electric light and flint, quickly increasing his combat power.

Then Wang Le put away the sacred sword he was holding tightly in his hand, and at the same time he flew forward and rushed straight towards the man with hanging eyes!

This series of actions can be said to be very familiar. It is really a bold move for a skilled person who is not afraid of the other party dying together!

Just as the man with the horned eyes was running wildly with the magic power in his body to explode himself, Wang Le rushed over and unreasonably invaded the door, punching the opponent's pubic area below the navel with a punch!

At this moment, the man with hanging horn eyes, who was about to expand to the extreme, moved slowly and had no time to make any evasive movements.

"Boom!"

Amidst the dull roar, Wang Le's purple-gold fist swung open, breaking open the belly of the man with stern eyes, and directly hit the opponent's dantian!

"ah!"

Feeling the severe pain, the man with hanging eyes suddenly let out a shrill scream.

Then the whole person seemed to deflate quickly like a burst balloon.

As Wang Le pulled his fist out of the opponent's body, the dantian and the internal organs were completely destroyed, leaving only a skin.

When the man with hanging eyes opened his mouth and tried to speak, Wang Le just looked at him indifferently.

Then Wang Le waved his expressionless hand, and a huge invisible force swept out.

In an instant, under the crushing force of this invisible force, the bodies of the man with hanging horns and those Nascent Soul masters lying in a pool of blood were all reduced to ashes and disappeared...

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