I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

Hei Ba looked at the three Wuma and War Tigers condensed in a vigor, with a disdainful smile on his mouth.

It's just the struggle of the ants.

The humble existence is like an ant, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't change the destiny of death.

Hundred steps.

Fifty steps.

Thirty steps.

After a few breaths, the Wuma and Zhanhu trio were no more than ten meters away from the black bully.

At such a distance, they could even smell the blood on the black bully.

"Hehe, let's talk about it, how do you want to die? Maybe I will fulfill you, maybe.~"

Hei Ba touched the saliva at the corner of his mouth, his eyes became more fierce and fierce.

"For example, you and I can consider leaving one leg not to eat." He pointed to Wuma-Zhanhu.

Then turned to look at Lu Meng.

"For you, leave one arm and don't eat."

As for you, his eyes turned to Elder Murdah.

"Leave your head and don't eat it!"

"how?"

The black bully said with a grinning smile.

"A monster is a monster. If we want to eat it, let's show some real skills!"

Wuma Zhanhu waved his hand, and a bronze spear appeared in his palm.

A long sword also appeared in Lu Meng's hand.

Elder Murdah holds a big knife in both hands.

The three of them stared at the black bully, not daring to be careless.

"The struggle of the ants is just in vain."

Hei Ba said indifferently.

Take one step out, make a fist with his right hand, and slam it out.

Suddenly, a group of demonic air, like a cloud, attacked the three of them with the fist of the black tyrant.

The Wuma and Zhanhu trio reacted as soon as the black tyrant punched, and the trio evaded in different directions.

Then he encircled from three directions to the black bully.

The spear light, sword light, and sword energy slashed towards the black tyrant's vitals from three directions.

"Attack of this level, are you itching me?"

The black bully did not dodge or hide, folded his arms, letting three attacks fall on him.

"what?"

"How can it be?"

"Quickly retreat!"

Three voices came from three people.

A smug smile appeared at the corner of Hei Ba's mouth, and his big hands slammed at Wu Ma Zhanhu.

"I want to run at this time, don't you think it's too late?"

The big hand hit, accompanied by a strong demon spirit, made Wu Ma Zhanhu's cheeks faintly painful.

But now is not the time to pay attention to such details, his eyes are blood red, and his spiritual power is running.

The double-wall muscles bulged, and his face was flushed.

The bronze spear in his hand burst out with dazzling light.

"cut!"

At this moment, Wuma Zhanhu broke out with unprecedented power.

A crescent-like light bloomed from the tip of the gun, slashing towards the big hand that the black tyrant had grabbed.

boom!

The big hand and the gunman collided.

The violent demon energy erupted, and the spear light was crushed in an instant.

But at this moment, it was enough for Wuma Zhanhu.

Teng turned around and retreated far away.

"Patriarch, are you all right!"

"The Wuma Patriarch."

Two Elders Lumeng and Murdah also rushed over at this time and stood in front of Wuma Zhanhu.

The scene just now really shocked them.

The attack of the three hitting the black tyrant, it turned out to be cut on a piece of gold and iron.

Even the defense can't be broken.

"I'm fine."

Wuma Zhanhu shook his head, holding the bronze spear, with a stream of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

The last move that exploded just now not only consumed a lot of spiritual energy, but also caused serious trauma to his meridians.

But even so, it couldn't cause even a trace of damage to the black bully.

Look into the depths of the dense forest, if Wang Yifan is not here.

Then we can only collect the corpses for them.

After crushing the spear light, Hei Ba's eyes filled with anger.

"You successfully angered me."

Holding the palm of his hand, Hei Ba's figure looks swollen, and his iron armor is twisted.

No one noticed that there was a wound under his imaginary palm.

Although he was small, he was hurt by the ants in his eyes. This was something he couldn't bear.

He will trample them a little bit into minced meat, and kill them in the cruelest way.

"Roar!"

A roar resounded through the clouds.

When he rolled his eyes, there was a huge wild boar left on the spot.

The eyes were blood red, the mane was shining with cold, and the fangs rose up into the sky like a sharp sword.

At this moment, the black bully has lost the mind to continue playing.

"Die! Ants."

The black bully was like a hill, smashing into the trio of Wuma and Zhanhu.

"Impossible, withdraw!"

Wuma Zhanhu said quickly, and at the same time retreated again.

Once the monster is transformed into its main body, its combat power is three-point strong out of thin air, and its strength, defense or speed will be greatly enhanced.

When the black tyrant was in human form, they couldn't break his defense, let alone the black tyrant who had turned into his body now.

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Now, the only thing they can do is to drag on.

"I think how long can you hide?"

He missed a hit, and the black tyrant turned around and rushed over again.

The four hooves kicked the ground, making a rumble.

The ground was shaking completely, like an earthquake.

"earthquake?"

Wang Yifan, who had just walked out of the cabin, frowned.

He could feel the slight tremors of the surrounding ground.

But he didn't pay attention to this level of tremor.

Among the jungle monster races are all monster races, even if there are human races in Mid Valley City, there are also a large number of cultivators among them.

This tremor does not cause casualties at all.

Maybe they, people from other worlds, wouldn't care at all.

As he walked out slowly, several jungle monster races ran over here in a panic.

. ... ...

"God, God, help!"

A man from the spirit race quickly came to him and knelt to the ground.

"What's the matter? Speak slowly if you have something."

Wang Yifan said slowly.

"A powerful monster came from Mid Valley City. The patriarch and Elder Murdah, and General Lumeng are not opponents. Let me come to Shangxian for help."

The face of the spirit race was full of anxiety.

Mid Valley City came to help?

Wang Yifan's heart moved.

But he was not thinking about it well. He thought that it was worth a week to destroy Mengshan, at least it should be stable for a period of time.

Unexpectedly, the demon clan outside the mountain moved so fast.

Moreover, the combination of the Wuma and the Tigers is not an opponent.

It seems to be a demon king at the level of a ghost king.

Wu Ma Zhanhu, Lu Meng, and Elder Murdah all have ghost commander-level combat power.

Especially Wuma Fighting Tiger, with the bronze spear in his hand, he can fight back and forth even in the late stage of the general ghost commander.

The thoughts turn, Wang Yifan has no time to care about this spiritual person.

Soaring directly into the air, he flew in the direction of Wuma Zhanhu and others.

I hope they can hold on for longer.

On the other side, Lu Meng was holding the big hole in his chest, his face pale.

After turning into the main body, the black tyrant is more powerful, even though they have been dodge, but he still dodges in no hurry.

His chest was pierced by Hei Ba's fangs.

Had it not been for the man Wuma Zhanhu and Elder Murdah to come and rescue him, he would have died long ago.

However, the two of them are in a very bad state at the moment.

Elder Murdah broke one arm shoulder-to-shoulder, and Wu Ma Zhanhu's left shoulder.

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