He himself knew exactly how powerful this set of combos Zhang Chao had just now, not to mention his increasingly majestic purple true yuan and wind dragon's improved control over the wind, the addition of this black hydra to his swordsmanship power alone was enough to make him exert more than double the power of the past. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But can't even such a powerful force kill this guy?

Zhang Chao's eyes revealed a hint of jealousy, but then he saw that not far from him, countless holy light bullets as dense as hail swept out.

Lucian stood at the top of a building, his expression furious.

"Damn, desecrated my most inviolable memory!

Lucian's mouth let out a roar of rage, and his swarthy face was tense.

His two holy spears carried his wrath, and they roared incessantly, with a kind of holy light in the blazing light, like the holy water used in church baptism, and flowed endlessly.

Holy Spear Baptism!

"She was all I had, but they took her, and with her my kindness and kindness, and they had made a great mistake! ”

A low murmur, with indescribable sorrow and anger, as if a volcano that had been suppressed for countless years, suddenly erupted tens of millions of tons of lava and dust at this moment.

The re-manifested Yorick was standing in front of Zhang Chao, but at this moment, he couldn't care about Zhang Chao who was close in front of him, and the surging holy light bullets were not something he could resist at all.

"Mountains of corpses and a sea of bones!" he roared, and the figure of the misty maiden dissipated, turning into patches of mist like nets, and then suddenly fished!

In an instant, all the undead, ghouls, skeletons, and zombies let out a wail at this moment, and even those who had died to ashes at this moment, their remains still trembled and flew into the sky.

Yorick's rickety figure suddenly became straight, and where there was still half a bit of obscenity, he was like a demon god, and suddenly fell on the pile of bones.

The black mist turned into his cloak, the white bones condensed into his crown, the tattered shovel formed a scepter from countless layers of white bones, and the carrion bulged up to build the throne.

He sat on his throne, his scepter glowing a grim green glow, forming a canopy of heaven that allowed the endless bullets of holy light to bombard it.

"I never wanted to be a king, I was just a burial man. The voice that came out of his mouth was as hoarse as ever, but with a hint of sadness.

"But I carry a mountain on my shoulders, and endless spirits of the dead wail and seek deliverance and place their hopes in me, so I became king. ”

"Killing?" Yorick sneered, "I never wanted to cause death, but if anyone stands in my way, embrace me." ”

Sen Ran's cold voice abruptly stopped as he raised his scepter, and then the endless white bones that seemed to be like a storm turned into thin needles.

"Die!"

There was a sigh at the end, at this moment he was no longer a gravedigger, but a soul shepherd!

Just as the shepherd in earth legend refers to God, all living beings are lambs, and the seemingly not very high shepherds have a position among the dead, but they are like gods and kings.

This was something that neither Zhang Chao nor Lucian had ever expected.

The purple flames turned into shields, and the wind flowed rapidly, and he flashed directly in front of Lucian through the shadow clone, blocking all the rain-like bone spurs.

"Hehe, it seems that this guy is not as easy to deal with as we thought. Zhang Chao frowned, and pulled out a bone spur from his shoulder that was struggling to drill into it like a living thing-the wind barrier was not without dead ends, but Yorick's bone spur rain was close to three hundred and sixty degrees, and even a few of them popped out from time to time under his feet, which was unguardable.

"Whoever it is, tonight he will usher in the eternal sleep of purification!" Lucian aimed at the figure again, and the endless power of holy light in his body was like a wave of flooding, flowing endlessly, directly pouring into the holy spear inherited from ancient rune technology.

It is unknown which civilization the Holy Spear originated from, he guessed that it was the product of the Angel Civilization, but now everything is not important, whether it is a black cat or a white cat, the one who can catch a mouse is a good cat.

Whether it's a rune gun or an angel holy gun, the one that kills the dead soul is a good gun!

At this moment, he seemed to touch another, more delicate and small holy spear, the residual warmth left by Senna decades ago.

"Seine ......"

With a low murmur, he suddenly rushed out from behind Zhang Chao, turning into a white shadow, like lightning, directly hitting the Spirit King who stood on the throne of corpses, the White Bone Mountain.

Zhang Chao suddenly raised the black hydra in his hand, and as the rich brilliance poured into his body, his reason was fading little by little, and he had realized that his own strength alone could not compete with a platinum-level powerhouse.

Although he has too many means, this still can't change that he is a golden junior who has just touched the high-level combat power class.

Aang-A dragon roar shook in all directions, his bones stretched, his two fleshy wings tore through his flesh, and his golden vertical pupils defied the sky.

The dragon is now!

.......

Olaf spat on a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and then he swung his axe and rushed like a whirlwind towards the terrifying knight riding the Chimera.

The blood of the burning berserker in his body was boiling, inherited from the ancestors of Lockfa, and the bloodline that had been successfully awakened made him completely ignore the horror knight's innate aura of fear, and was immune to all curses such as aging, fear, and damage amplification.

It was as if it had become an unstoppable chariot, and suddenly collided with the behemoth.

"Hey big guy! I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

......

Countless bursting bullets poured out of Sarah's muzzle, but even her twin guns, which Planck coveted, could not hurt the giant knight.

Fitz stood on Raven's shoulders, slaying down the undead from all directions, but these were just small minions, and no one could ignore the shadow of the war that had just set foot on the shore.

Waves mingled with ice crashing against the desolate shore, and red blood trickled from the corpses beneath Hecarim's butcher's knife.

He stepped on an iron hoof like thunder, and behind him, an endless stream of dark knights manifested.

He even ignored Sarah's shot, and just looked down and pondered - who are they? I forgot their names....... Gradually, he raised his head again, and the demon totem on his chest shone with a green dead light.

"But it doesn't matter, it's enough for me to remember that they are my warriors, warriors who have followed me to their perdition. ”

"Then, it's time to charge again!" (To be continued.) )