He Has a Dragon

And during the battle, Wang Le had to admit that the four powerful gods formed in the formation were different from ordinary monks of the same level.

To be more precise, their offensive and defensive methods are endless, making it difficult to defend against them.

This is because Wang Le has long experience in killing fields and has the assistance of the Deception Dharma Eye. Otherwise, he would be easily hurt by the unpredictable attacks of these ghosts.

"The Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea are indeed one of the four holy places in the Middle-earth continent. The disciples they have trained are indeed extraordinary, especially this holy son, who is even more impressive."

Wang Le, who was in the middle of the battle, couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Of course, it's a sigh of relief. Wang Le still has enough confidence to break through the formation and break through the encirclement!

Then Wang Le was seen with all his firepower, and he started to break the formation without any reservation!

After all, time is limited, and the Wannian Tree Heart has been obtained a long time ago, so there is no need to continue playing with these four guys from the Three Holy Islands.

In this way, when Wang Le let go of the attack on the formation, as time went by, it became increasingly difficult for the black-robed Holy Son and others who formed the formation to continue to maintain the peak attack.

Because of such offensive and defensive intensity, especially when a four-person formation can exert greater combat power, the amount of mana required is extremely astonishing.

It's okay for a short time, but if you continue to consume it like this for a long time, it will be difficult to maintain it forever.

According to the thoughts of the black-robed Holy Son and others, Wang Le, who was trapped in the formation, would not be able to hold on for long before he would be defeated.

As a result, I didn't expect that Wang Le's magic power was so strong and long-lasting, far superior to ordinary Nascent Soul masters, and even better than these god-transformation monks.

Therefore, when Wang Le attacked with all his strength and never failed, it didn't take long for the black-robed Holy Son and others to consume more and more mana, making it difficult to maintain this level of attack and defense.

Wang Le, on the other hand, fought more and more fiercely, as if falling into a state of madness, which made the scarlet light shield formed by the Black-robed Saint Son and others becoming more and more unstable.

Especially the young-looking monk with eyes full of vicissitudes of life, had been severely wounded twice by Wang Le before forming the formation, and he could no longer hold on.

So when the formation began to loosen and show flaws, the young monk did not hesitate to strike first.

He swung his own magic weapon, the trident, and attacked Wang Le from behind, trying to severely injure or even kill him!

But at this time, Wang Le, who was fully in combat mode, was like the god of death coming, how could he be so easy to deal with.

At the moment when the trident, his natal magic weapon, sneaked up from behind, Wang Le twisted his waist and turned sideways, avoiding the flying trident with incomparable accuracy.

And at the moment when the trident shot out from in front of him, Wang Le roared angrily, and his fist that glowed with dazzling purple-gold light hit the trident hard!

"Bang...click...!"

The moment the fists and halberds collided, there was a clearly visible sound of bombardment and shattering. Then, the young monk's natal magic weapon, the trident, was cracked and broken. In the blink of an eye, it fell into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The shocked young monk could no longer control the movement of mana in his body, and separated from the scarlet light shield to reveal his body.

And just before the young monk could catch his breath and regain his senses, Wang Le, who had broken the trident with one punch just a second ago, had already appeared in front of him.

When the young monk discovered Wang Le, he saw that Young Master Wang, who had a cold face and a violent temper on his body, had already slapped his face with a palm!

At this moment, the young monk was seen barely holding his own, trying to merge into the formation again to avoid Wang Le's attack.

But Wang Le's attack was like lightning, and its speed was extremely fast. Before the young monk could avoid it, in the blink of an eye, the attack was already so close that it was inevitable to avoid it!

"Crack...click, click, click...!"

The infinitely powerful golden palm swung by, and the young monk who was unable to dodge lost his head in the blink of an eye, and turned directly into powder mixed with blood and white brains, splashing on the scarlet light shield.

The whole process sounded very long, but in fact it went by in the blink of an eye, catching the other three people in the formation off guard.

As the young monk rushed to hell and turned into a headless corpse, the power of the formation besieging Wang Le was suddenly greatly reduced.

However, Wang Le's offensive frenzy still showed no signs of slowing down. Under the ebb and flow of one another, the black-robed Holy Son and the other three people soon fell at a disadvantage.

What followed was that the formation was forcefully broken by Wang Le, and the scarlet mask disappeared. The black-robed Holy Son and other three powerful gods were forced to appear one by one. They could no longer use the scarlet mask to become invisible and enhance their attack on Wang Le. attack intensity.

If we say that before the death of the young monk, the fighting strength of the four-person formation was equivalent to that of a strong person in the middle stage of becoming a god, or even better.

So now that the formation has been broken and the young monk has died, the overall combat power of the remaining three people has been greatly weakened. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has been reduced by half.

And this also made it impossible for the black-robed Holy Son and other three powerful gods to survive in the face of Wang Le's indomitable and domineering offensive.

Not to mention that these three people were fighting Wang Le, even defense was gradually becoming difficult.

This made the black-robed Holy Son, who had only won and never tasted defeat since leaving the Holy Land, extremely aggrieved.

He never thought that he would be so useless. As the Holy Son of the Three Holy Islands in the Bohai Sea, this is simply a huge shame!

And along with the shame is the boundless fear of death!

At this time, the three powerful gods, including the black-robed Holy Son, all clearly felt the murderous intention in Wang Le.

Suddenly, the gray-haired old man shouted: "Holy Son, leave quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the short monk next to him also shouted without hesitation: "Holy Son, this Wang Le is simply a lunatic. You should leave quickly! Otherwise, if this continues, no one will be able to leave here alive!"

The black-robed saint looked deeply at his two disciples, and then turned to look at Wang Le with a face full of resentment. He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice with hatred: "Wang Le! Wait until you leave this secret realm. In the cave space, your death will be the day when this holy son recovers his cultivation as a god!"

Wang Le replied with an indifferent face: "So what if I recover my spiritual cultivation? Whether here or outside, you are no match for me."

After a pause, Wang Le continued with murderous intent: "Besides, you will never have the chance to see the sun outside, you will only be buried here!"

While he was talking, Wang Le suddenly appeared in front of the short monk, and then kicked out with his toes, hitting the opponent's belly with extreme accuracy!

If the short monk hadn't been nimble and could dodge at the critical moment, Wang Le's kick would have destroyed the opponent's Dantian three inches below his belly button!

But even so, the short monk was almost knocked out of his wits by Wang Le's unpredictable kick. Under the severe pain, his whole body was bent into a shrimp, and the blood spurted out with broken organs. piece!