Zheng Ming still didn't speak, nor did he cry out in pain, just lowered his head, sometimes baring his teeth and grinning, sometimes with an indifferent expression.

The black-robed man was also shocked when he saw this, he glanced vaguely at the top of the giant sword, and quickly moved his gaze to Zheng Ming.

The body moves with the heart, and the shadow follows the person.

The black-robed man came to his side in a flash and punched him in the chest.

There was no way back behind him, his back was completely against the giant sword, and this punch was not thankful at all.

It was precisely in this way that after the black-robed man punched this punch, he could clearly feel the beating of Zheng Ming's heart in his chest.

The heart was like an incomparably hard stone, and the entire chest had sunk into it, but the heart could not be broken.

He then threw a series of punches, each with all his might.

A dull fist and the soft sound of the giant sword sounded at the same time, constantly wandering around the square.

The ribcage was dented, repaired again, and before it could be repaired, it was dented again.

Cycle.

Hexiang woke up from a coma and saw such a cruel scene.

Can't help but shout.

"Holy Son!"

The woman was already crying exhaustively, and her ten fingers were clutched into the ground beneath her.

Then she looked at Yu Yang, and there was a determination in her eyes.

The rain continued to wash away, and a dull sound could still be heard in the distance.

The emaciated body kept crawling on the ground.

She couldn't stand up, her bones didn't know how many were broken, and she didn't have Zheng Ming's powerful repair ability, but she didn't make a sound, not even a muffled snort.

Every crawl is gritting teeth and insisting.

The skirt was torn, and the water on the ground flowed down into the clothes, and it was so cold.

When she got closer, she heard Yu Yang laughing wildly.

"Aren't you arrogant?"

"Aren't you amazing?"

"Why didn't you fight back?"

Behind the wild laugh was his weird smile.

Hexiang was already unconscious, and she relied on instinct to continue her journey.

He and Yu Yang were already very close, and she could also see the long black threads running through the demon's body.

"Yes, that little girl is still in my hands, if you don't dare to fight back, if you fight back, I will kill her. ”

When Hexiang's consciousness was about to disappear, he heard Yu Yang say such a sentence, and the distance between them was only half a meter at this time.

Her hands had become heavy, and she was no longer able to lift them, and the endless sleepiness was eroding her consciousness, like a lamb floating on her head, telling her constantly.

"Sleep, sleep, you don't feel pain when you fall asleep. ”

The lamb's voice grew longer.

Until it says, "That girl named Fluttershy was also killed by me, and you are not angry, do you want to kill me!"

No, this is not the voice of the lamb, this is Yu Yang, he said it to Zheng Ming, and He Xiang also heard it.

The drowsiness suddenly dissipated, and a potential was felt in her body, which prompted her to stand up and pick up the dagger that the goblin had dropped earlier.

The short knife stabbed at Yu Yang's neck, seemingly weak but fast.

Yu Yang's body was numb, he couldn't move, but he could feel the crisis around him, his voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes instinctively turned to the left.

He saw the short knife, and the hand holding the short knife was dripping with blood, and it was getting bigger and bigger in his pupils.

But the Shadow Clan on the blade of the sword has killed the hand.

He was as ethereal as green smoke, but he shuttled quickly through this space, and the short knife in Hexiang's hand was about to stab Yu Yang's throat.

Time is still ticking.

In the square, among those dull hits, there was suddenly the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through the flesh.

Hexiang turned his head to look at his shoulder, and the hand holding the short knife, including the entire arm, was directly cut off.

Another sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh and blood.

The killer's long dagger stabbed into her chest.

Hexiang could feel that her life was passing and the strength in her body was disappearing, and she looked at Yu Yang, the damn demon man, with only a short line of blood on her neck.

Finally, she suddenly wanted to see their Holy Son, who was the hope of their elven race.

Does he feel pain? It hurts, does it hurt like this?

It really hurts.

Hexiang fell heavily, and finally lost her life.

"You dead woman, rotten woman, and you still want to sneak up on me!"

"Get up, get up and kill me, are you dead?" haha......

After Yu Yang reacted, a feeling of fear filled him, and then he felt humiliated for his existence of such emotions, and turned this humiliation into abuse in action.

The voice of invective was incoherent.

However, the Shadow Clan Killer did not look at the fallen woman, but suddenly turned his head in Zheng Ming's direction.

The movement of the black-robed man's punch also stopped suddenly, as if he sensed something and immediately retreated.

"Little one, you better sleep well. ”

An old man's whisper sounded in the space, and the source of the voice was Zheng Ming.

Yu Yang's scolding voice also stopped, and he also felt a strange aura, he turned his head mechanically and looked over.

But I saw that the black qi around me was rapidly converging, and it gradually turned into black armor on Zheng Ming's body.

From the head, to the cuirass, to the arms, to the legs.

The qi in his body is also rising.

Early Stage of the Third Order!

Third Order Intermediate!

In less than five seconds, this qi machine turned into a second-order and climbed to the fifth order, with the same strength as these three powerhouses.

Not only did this make them feel shocked, just the second-order consummation could not kill him, and how terrifying the fifth-order would be.

But they keenly felt that this breath didn't seem to fit Zheng Ming's body, as if it was borrowing external strength.

But no matter what they thought, they were even more horrified to find that after Zheng Ming's strength was raised to the fifth order, he had stepped into a realm that they couldn't perceive.

Sixth Order!

Seventh Order!

Eighth Order!

The moment the eighth-order momentum erupted, an idea popped up at the same time for the three of them.

"Run!"

The eighth order is the master of decision, and the ninth order and above are gods.

However, Yu Yang couldn't move, and the Shadow Clan Killer used a useful secret technique to prepare to escape the moment the idea appeared, only to find that the space had been completely blocked.

At this time, he heard the black-robed man beside him whisper, "Shrink the ground into inches!"

The frightened expression spread on the black-robed man's face, these expressions were covered by the hat, but the messy aura on his body could make people see his turbulent heart.

What's going on, this is the common idea of the killer and the black-robed man.

Yu Yang was too scared to speak.

At this time, I heard Zheng Ming say, "Shadow Tan, I won't kill you." ”

It was still the old man's voice, and the killer felt familiar after hearing it, but more of it was still frightened.