Wang Ping didn't speak, but just constantly mobilized the wood source power in his body, and quickly entered the cyan scepter, causing it to emit a faint cyan light, giving birth to small grasses, turning them into tough cyan vines, winding towards the other nine hunters, slowing down their charging speed, and blocking their movements as much as possible, creating opportunities for Wang Hua, Li Yan and Zhao Hu to kill the enemy.

Under Li Yan's command, the five-meter-long ice dragon pounced on the big man with a face full of meat, and its sharp claws and teeth continued to launch continuous attacks towards him.

The big man with a face full of flesh frantically waved the weapon in his hand to block the ice dragon's attacks again and again, and left several big scars on the ice dragon's body, knocking off a large area of ice chips, and at the same time, his body was also caught by the ice dragon's sharp dragon claws, leaving several deep scars, and the red blood continued to flow down the scars on his body, draining outward.

Feeling the continuous flow of blood in his body and the rapid decline in his physical strength, the hunter with a face full of flesh realized that his group had kicked the iron plate, and he couldn't help but panic in his heart, and hurriedly shouted at Wang Jie: "This is a misunderstanding, how about we end here?" ”

Looking at the somewhat flustered cheeks of the big man with a meaty face, Wang Jie couldn't help but snort coldly: "You took the lead in attacking us, but now it's not good, if you misunderstand, you want us to let you go, what you think is beautiful when you come, tell you, you will all stay here and become a dead corpse." ”

Although Wang Jie does not like to fight with these hunters who often hunt adventurers in the Reis Mountains for a living, once the two sides send out a conflict and start a fierce battle, they must all be killed, leaving no disaster, to avoid their escape, and lead a large number of hunters to find himself and others to retaliate.

Although the hunter is condemned and despised by everyone in human society, it has a huge organization, with a lot of masters and strong people, and the hunters are also very united, once they have a conflict with it, if they do not kill them all to avoid identity leakage, they are likely to be retaliated by a large number of hunters, therefore, after the battle between the two sides began, Wang Jie had the idea of killing them all.

Hearing Wang Jie's cold words, the big man with a meaty face immediately knew that the other party would not let go of himself and the others, so he could only charge at the other party and kill the three fourth-order magicians in order to get a chance to live.

So, he shouted angrily: "Brothers, rush! Only by killing those three Fourth-Order Sorcerers can we have a chance to live! Whoever kills those three fourth-order warlocks will receive all the loot from the three fourth-order warlocks. ”

As soon as the big man with a meaty face finished speaking, he saw the other eight fourth-order hunters, and they all roared angrily, frantically dancing the weapons in their hands, cutting off the cyan vines that bound the action, and quickly galloping in the direction of Wang Ping and the other three magicians.

Feeling the powerful battle intent and cold killing intent coming from the hunter's body, Li Yan's pretty face was cold for a while, the white scepter in his hand moved slightly, and the five-meter-long, crystal-clear ice dragon let out a huge dragon roar, opened his mouth and swallowed a cloud of white mist, which shrouded towards the big man with a face full of meat.

The big man with a meaty face felt the cold chill coming from above the white mist, and involuntarily shivered, and hurriedly moved to the side, trying to avoid the invasion of the white mist.

Unfortunately, as soon as its body moved, I saw the grass under its feet, which frantically grew into tenacious erotic vines, entangled its calves and restrained its movements.

Feeling the resistance from above his calves, the big man with a face full of flesh felt cold in his heart, and hurriedly waved the weapon in his hand and slashed towards the cyan vines above his calves, hoping to cut off the cyan vines before the white mist descended on his body, avoiding the invasion of the white mist.

It's a pity, his idea is beautiful, but now it is cruel, before he can cut off the cyan vines on his calf, he sees the white mist spit out by the ice dragon, enveloping it in it, and suddenly, he only sees the white mist instantly turning into a cloud of ice, sealing it in it, and becoming a living ice sculpture.

At the same time, a black spear more than one meter long and glowing with a ghostly light, with the sound of the whistling wind, slammed into the ice sculpture, and suddenly, only the ice sculpture shattered and became countless bloody ice chips, spilling onto the road of the canyon.

After killing the big man with a meaty face, Zhao Hu glanced at Wang Ping, who was concentrating on using his skills, and whispered to himself, "The second one!" “

As Zhao Hu whispered to himself, the five-meter-long ice dragon, under Li Yan's command, pounced on the body of another hunter, and its sharp claws instantly left a long wound on his body, constantly flowing out of red blood.

After suffering the heavy blow of the ice dragon, the hunter roared angrily, and the spiritual power in his body was poured into the weapon in his hand, and he launched a fierce attack on the ice dragon with a calm smile.

Just when the hunter was frantically attacking the ice dragon, Zhao Hu saw the opportunity, and the skill of the dark spear was unleashed, and suddenly, he saw a black spear more than one meter long and full of ghostly light, which appeared behind the hunter, and fiercely penetrated through its back, and opened a huge opening in its chest, constantly flowing a large amount of blood, making it let out an unwilling roar, and fell to the ground weakly, becoming a cold corpse.

After killing the hunter, Zhao Hu's eyes were firmly fixed on the battlefield, looking for the best time to attack, and at the same time whispered to himself, "The third!" ”

Seeing that Zhao Hu had killed three hunters in a row, Wang Hua couldn't help but secretly praise, the red scepter in his hand waved slightly, and clusters of scorching flames appeared out of thin air, and then they were compressed into marble-sized fire bullets, forming a dense network, shooting towards a rapidly charging hunter.

In the face of the dense fire bullet net attack, the hunter's heart was shocked, and the spiritual power of his whole body was frantically mobilized, pouring into the big knife in his hand, and then swinging the big knife that emitted a faint golden light, slashing towards the dense fire bullet net.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A few crisp sounds, a few sparks flashed, and more than a dozen scorching fire bombs were split in half by the hunter using a big knife, while the other dozen or so fire bombs fell on the hunter's body without accident, making him lose his combat effectiveness instantly, let out an angry roar, and used the last strength in his body to throw the big knife in his hand towards Wang Hua's body.

At this moment, a black spear more than one meter long, emitting a ghostly light, appeared out of thin air, knocked the big knife thrown by the hunter to the ground, and then passed through the chest of the hunter who was about to lose support and fall to the ground, and opened a large hole in his body, causing him to completely die and collapse to the ground.

After killing the hunter, Zhao Hu whispered to himself while shifting his gaze to the other hunters, "The fourth!" ”

Seeing Zhao Hu kill his opponent so immorally, Wang Hua couldn't help but get angry, and snorted coldly at Zhao Hu: "Brother Zhao, how can you do this!" It's very rude to snatch someone else's opponent, especially an opponent who is about to die, don't you know? ”

Zhao Hu completely ignored Wang Hua's cold snort, he knew in his heart that Wang Hua was just complaining, and he would not scold himself at all for snatching his opponent, let alone resent himself, so he didn't refute or apologize, but just saw his eyes staring at the other six fourth-order hunters, looking for a suitable opportunity to kill them with one blow.

While looking for the fighter, Zhao Hu took out the fist-sized dark source crystal from his arms, quickly absorbed the dark source power in it, replenished the consumption of the dark source power in his body, and kept enough dark source power in his body at all times.

Seeing that Zhao Hu ignored him, Wang Hua shifted his attention to the six hunters, the red scepter in his hand waved gently, and clusters of scorching flames appeared out of thin air, and then quickly fused together, forming a fire dragon more than two meters long, with a scorching breath, rushing towards the body of a hunter.

Seeing a fire dragon more than two meters long rushing towards his body, the hunter's face changed, and the spiritual power in his body quickly poured into the spear in his hand, and with a wave of his hands, he stabbed towards the fire dragon's abdomen.

As soon as the spear in the hunter's hand pierced the fire dragon's abdomen, he saw a cloud of hot air, along the spear in his hand, invaded his body, wantonly destroying the meridians in his body, making it instantly lose most of its combat effectiveness.

At this moment, a black spear more than a meter long and emitting a faint light appeared out of thin air from behind the hunter, and lightning passed through the hunter's back, piercing through his body, opening a large hole in his body, causing him to spit blood and die.

After the death of the hunter, Wang Jie roared, his figure flashed rapidly, and appeared next to a hunter, the long sword in his hand danced gently, releasing a sword light more than a foot long, which slashed through the hunter's body, leaving a long cut on his arm, and a large amount of red blood flowed out from the wound on his arm.