......

Wang Yan could clearly hear a crisp "snap" in his ears, and the spiritual weapon "Talisman Jade Pendant", which had blocked many attacks for himself, burst.

He didn't have time to feel heartache, and the impact shook him so fast that he flew backwards even faster, swept seven or eight meters, and slammed his back into a big tree, and the leaves fell to the ground with a clatter.

Wang Yan fell with his back against the tree, and fell under the root of the tree, a trace of blood spilled from his throat.

At this moment just now, his life really hung by a thread. If Wang Yan's reaction and decision were a little slower, he would definitely be dead on the spot at this time.

The Golden Armor Corpse General, an A-class monster!

Wang Yan's heart trembled, and he wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth and the leaves on his head. With a wave of his hand, the hammer appeared out of thin air. The rough and cold hammer handle, weighing three hundred kilograms, gave him a sense of security in his heart. Staring at the golden armor corpse general, seventeen or eighteen meters away, I saw that the golden armor corpse general also fell to the ground.

On the left chest of his golden armor, there was an extra depression. The depleted uranium armor-piercing bullet pierced its armor and burrowed into his body. The ten-centimeter-long warhead has a small section of the tail still stuck in the golden armor.

In such a situation, Wang Yan's scalp was numb for a while. I thought that even if the depleted uranium armor-piercing bullet shot in this super sniper could not penetrate the body of the golden armored corpse, it would at least cause him a lot of damage. But in this situation, it is obvious that he has overestimated the power of super sniping.

"Young man, I haven't been injured in decades. The golden armor corpse pressed his hand on his chest, and the armor-piercing bullet was pulled out inch by inch by an invisible force, and finally fell into his palm. grinned coldly at Wang Yan. "Look at your age. The strength is only third-rate, and various means and spiritual weapons and equipment are endless. ”

Wang Yan's heart was slightly relieved, he was willing to speak and communicate, maybe there would be room for manoeuvre, and he hurriedly and politely said: "Wang Yan, the junior Wang Yan of the East China Branch of the National Africa Bureau, has seen Senior Jin. "This golden-armored corpse has lived for an unknown number of years, and has also made a lot of contributions to the country and the people, and it is not an exaggeration to call the seniors.

"If you don't see that you are from the National Africa Bureau, do you think you can still stand and talk?" Hand up. The armor-piercing bullet in the palm of his hand exploded and hit the tree behind Wang Yan. "Smack!" hugged the thick tree pole, and a head-sized transparent hole was drilled, and splinters of wood flew in all directions.

Wang Yan's heart sank, his scalp was a little numb, the strength of the A-level powerhouse was really terrifying. There is a huge gulf between C and B levels. But the gap between B and A seems to be even bigger. His baby super sniper and special ammunition are still quite deterrent against B-level powerhouses. But in the face of such a terrifying A-class powerhouse, it is as weak as a toy slingshot in the hands of a child.

"I don't care what the corpse boy has committed. He is now holding the 'Xuan Corpse Relic'. He is the acting sect master of my Xuan Corpse Sect. The golden armor corpse general warned with a serious expression, "The National Africa Bureau wants to arrest and kill him." Gotta pass this ...... first."

He was only halfway through his words, and his face suddenly changed. He turned around and galloped away in a golden light. After a few seconds, a corpse roar shook the entire Xuan Corpse Valley faintly.

Wang Yan only felt as if his whole body was soaked with sweat, his whole body was wet, and his legs were a little weak. The difference in strength is too great, and the feeling of powerlessness is like a child facing a physically fit adult.

"Squeak~" The little ferret, with fine white hair and tender pink, rushed into Wang Yan's arms like lightning, and its voice squeaked anxiously. seems to blame Wang Yan, why did he throw it away at a critical moment.

Wang Yan hugged the little ferret, and muttered with a pale face: "It depends on the situation, Sister An Ge should have done it, I hope she succeeds." Otherwise, we'll be in big trouble this time. Putting away the war hammer, Wang Yan rushed back with the little ferret in his arms.

......

Under the archway of the Xuancorpse Sect.

The dark canopy continued to envelop a radius of several tens of meters.

Reaching out and not seeing his five fingers, his divine thoughts probed into the dark canopy that was greatly restricted. The corpse boy rushed left and right in an unusually embarrassed manner, but he could never break out of the realm of the dark canopy, and he couldn't get rid of Wu Ya'an Ge, who was like a maggot attached to his bones.

Compared to a dark assassin like Wu Ya Ange, the Corpse Boy is not good at hand-to-hand combat, and can only rely on the miserable green flames that linger around him. In just ten seconds, he has suffered several life and death catastrophes, and his childlike body, wounds are everywhere, bleeding endlessly.

If it weren't for his good strength, if it weren't for his rich combat experience, how many times would he have died in the face of Wu Ya Ange's entanglement of strong killings.

A pitch-black scorpion tail fell silently from the top of the corpse boy's head, and the sharp and cold poisonous needle did not show any trace in the darkness.

At the last moment, a trace of horror and danger passed through the corpse boy's heart, and he fell backwards to the ground.

"Smack!"

The scorpion's tail slammed into the bluestone ground like lightning, blasting the rubble to the ground.

Through the faint green light of the Dark Flame, the corpse boy trembled and looked at the dark and thick scorpion tail that was deep into the ground between his legs, and his whole body was soaked. It's just a little bit, almost the little Tintin is gone. Although with his childlike physique, little Tintin is not of much use. But that means something different......

Hiss~~

A cold light pierced the heart of the corpse boy like a meteor in the dark sky. As the dagger tore through the air, it let out an eerie hissing sound like a viper.

Dressed in a tight-fitting black leather coat and with a graceful figure, Wu Ya Ange appeared in front of him dimly. Her eyes were slightly scarlet, and the corners of her mouth showed a hint of murder.

"It's over!" The corpse boy felt the terrifying danger, and his heart was full of horror and anger, "I didn't expect that my corpse boy had a miserable life, and finally got the 'Xuan Corpse Relic', and was about to make a big move, but he died in the hands of a woman." Unwilling, really unwilling. ”

At this time.

"Whew~"

A thick and domineering corpse roar resounded throughout the valley. The roof of the building shook and trembled. An ancient military general wearing golden armor and holding a golden gun fell from the sky.

He pointed a golden spear, and a ray of golden light pierced into the thick dark sky like lightning, aiming directly at the dagger like a poisonous snake.

"Bell!"

A sound of gold and iron rang out.

The huge impact force shook Wu Ya'an Ge and stepped back seven or eight steps. Her dagger flew out of her hand, swirling in mid-air, and thud into the archway pillar with a "duh".

"Presumptuous!" With a roar like a bell, the golden armor corpse landed beside her with extraordinary momentum, and the bluestone ground burst with its feet.

He slammed a fist into her in the stomach.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Wu Ya'an sang and flew out more than ten meters upside down, and his back hit the wall of the Xuancorpse Sect complex, and the blue brick wall fell down with a bang.

The originally thick dark canopy was broken, and it disappeared in an instant. The corpse boy picked up a life, glanced left and right in distraction, and his frightened expression gradually turned into a rampant color, "Hahaha, Uncle Jin came back just right, this stinky ~ ~ son is dead!"

The Golden Armor Corpse General retracted his fist and glanced at him coldly.

"Ahem!" Wu Ya Ange struggled to get up with his lower abdomen, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face was like gold paper. His expression was sad, and his eyes were fierce and he stared at the corpse boy from afar.

One step away, one step away from taking the life of the murderous demon and avenging Sun Shu.

She was unwilling, and her heart was burning with anger. The footsteps are faltering, but they are determined to move forward step by step. Drops of blood fell on the ancient ground at the entrance of the Xuan Corpse Sect, splashing eye-catching blood flowers.

"Stop!" the golden armor corpse shouted angrily, "I have already shown mercy to the punch just now. If you dare to take half a step forward, this seat will not be spared. ”

Wu Ya Ange ignored his words, hid the dagger behind the willow waist with his backhand, and just stared at the corpse boy with his eyes, and moved his feet forward inch by inch.

This is the real murderer who brutally killed Sun Shu, he is right in front of his eyes, only one step away, only one step away from killing him. Damn, so damn!

"This seat told you to stop, didn't you hear?" The golden armor corpse looked annoyed, and the golden gun Jin Mang that he was carrying was uncertain, and he wanted to make a move.

"Uncle Jin, hands, be merciful. The corpse man staggered forward and stood in front of Wu Ya Ange, his voice trembling and pleading, "She is a colleague of my country's non-governmental bureau, if Uncle Jin kills her." I'm afraid that my Xuan Corpse Sect will be listed as a traitor, and I will disappear from now on. ”

In a short period of time, the corpse Dao man seemed to have exhausted all his essence, his face was withered, his hair was gray, and his eyes were dull and devoid.

The golden armor corpse general hesitated slightly, and then withdrew his hand.

"Treason? Turbidity~" The corpse boy shrugged his shoulders and laughed wildly, "Senior brother, junior brother, you are so naïve. This sect master has already killed Sun Shu, the general of the National Africa Bureau, and committed the mortal crime of Huaxia Kingdom. Do you think that the style of the National Non-Governmental Affairs Bureau will let this sect master go? In that case, what is the difference between killing one more person and killing one less?"

"You ......" the corpse Daoist paused in shame and heartache, "Senior brother, you want to be the sect master, I have no opinion. But if you do this, you will trap my sect in a place where there will be no return. ”

"Is there no catastrophe?" the corpse boy smirked, his expression full of crazy confidence, "I'm afraid not necessarily! This sect master has been wandering overseas for seventy years, and he has long left a certain foundation. In the hands of this sect master, the Xuan Corpse Sect will definitely be carried forward overseas and passed on for eternity! What can the National Africa Bureau, what can the National Africa Bureau? The world is so big, it is not their turn to cover the sky with one hand. ”

"Senior brother, are you crazy?" the old expression of the corpse Daoist was sluggish and uneasy, and while blocking Wu Ya Ange, he rebuked angrily, "Our Xuan Corpse Sect has been rooted in the Huaxia Kingdom for generations and belongs to the Huaxia Kingdom. How can you do that!"

"Why not? How much credit my Xuan Corpse Sect has made for the Huaxia Nation, what I got in the end was a 'National Cultural Relics Protection Unit' brand. The corpse boy's sneering voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes were grim and said, "Senior brother, for the sake of you just reminding me of the sneak attack." Brother Fool gives you another chance. You kill this chick, make a name, and follow me to create a future in the future. Otherwise, you can go to Huangquan with this chick. ”

...... (To be continued......)