Chapter 457: The Mighty Orcs (Part II)

"Phew"

At the moment when the orc had drawn his bowstring and was about to miss, an arrow flew diagonally through his neck.

The strong orc was shocked, his fingers loosened, and the two bursting arrows that were already full of fighting spirit shot out of his hand, but they had already lost their crosshairs and flashed past Cheng Xiao.

This life-saving arrow naturally comes from Ming Yanwei.

Before Cheng Xiao could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhan Lan's voice sounded in his consciousness: "Retreat!" ”

Cheng Xiao was startled when he saw it, it turned out that at this time, other strong orcs had already taken the opportunity to surround him, and a large group of black pressure was suppressed, if he didn't get out quickly, even if there was a skeleton nightmare, he would be beaten to death. He didn't dare to slack off, picked up the hobbit, and flew on the horse with light skills, and the internal force didn't want money as if he had to desperately enter, and the silent skeleton nightmare hissed and jumped on the big tree next to him.

At this critical juncture, he still did not forget his mission: "Zhan Lan, what about Frodo?" ”

Zhan Lan smiled bitterly: "Frodo may have seen that the situation was critical, and he actually brought the Supreme Demon Ring, and all my spiritual power skills have failed. ”

Cheng Xiao was stunned for a moment, and also felt tricky: "But after bringing the Supreme Demon Ring, Sauron's evil eye can see him。。。。。。 This guy is timid to death when he is timid, and he is really fearless when he is bold! By the way, why didn't you see Sakura? ”

Before Zhan Lan could speak, Wang Yang suddenly interjected, "Because Zhao Fukong is here." ”

Zhan Lan's heart suddenly tightened: "Zhao Fukong? Whenβ€”" But when I turned my head to look, where was Wang Yang's figure?

Not far from the battlefield, the surging Anduin River suddenly broke off, forming a heroic and magnificent Lalos Waterfall, thousands of acres of river water carrying the sound of thunder roared straight down, stirring up Hongmeng water vapor covering a radius of ten miles, seven colors of rainbows across the air, like real and illusory, forming a unique grand scene in the Lord of the Rings.

Right here, the two genius assassins of the Zhao family were facing each other from afar.

Zhao Yingkong's long hair was flowing and his smile was gentle, but Zhao Yingkong was murderous, her teeth were clenched, and her fingers were almost pinched blue, and it took a long time before she forced a few words out of her throat: "Let go of Frodo!" ”

"Frodo?!" Zhao Weikongxin lifted the hobbit in his hand, Frodo at this moment was even more unbearable than at the top of Carranas Mountain, and the whole person was scared stupid, but it was no wonder that he had just taken off the Supreme Ring, and he was actually caught, looking like he had sent it to the door, and when he was about to open his mouth to call for help, the handsome young man who looked extremely kind cut off his tongue without hesitation, and such a cruel, cold, terrifying and powerful enemy completely refreshed his three views.

"Such a rotten fruit is not comparable to my green apple, so take it if you want!" Saying this, Zhao Shukong raised his hand indifferently and threw Frodo over like garbage.

Zhao Yingkong went to pick it up with one hand, and on the other side, he transported enough Zhenyuan to defend against the surprise attack launched by the other party at any time.

But Zhao Fukong didn't move, and he didn't even move his fingers.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Yingkong's heart, if the other party wanted to take the opportunity to raid, this should be the best time, but Zhao Yukong actually gave up in vain, which is really unreasonable, but no matter what, Frodo finally escaped, she was slightly relieved, and was about to comfort Frodo, but was shocked to find that the hobbit's eyes were rapidly dimming when he looked at him, and his lips squirmed as if he wanted to say something, but before he could say it, his head rolled down without warning.

Frodo, the first protagonist of the Lord of the Rings, died abruptly.

Zhao Yingkong's pupils contracted instantly.

At this moment, the blood-colored golden wind was blowing, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Soaring.

Sharp.

Murderous intent is everywhere.

Zhao Yukong finally made a move.

When Zhao Yingkong thought he would make a move, he didn't move like a mountain, not moving is the best defensive position, and it is also the best momentum, because the Oriental Exercises are the best at static braking and preemptive strikes, so when Zhao Yingkong is fully vigilant, as long as he makes a move, it is inevitable that there will be a gap, and he does not move, Zhao Yingkong has condensed the strength of the whole body and has nowhere to vent, and he always has to divide a trace of mind to control, coupled with the impact of Frodo's sudden death, it became Zhao Yingkong who revealed the flaws.

A strange look flashed in Zhao Yingkong's eyes, that was the look of a beast that fell into a trap, she had already immediately understood the other party's calculation, but it was too late. In the hands of a super assassin, even the slightest mistake cannot be made, let alone such an obvious loss of mind?

But in the next moment, the hurricane, sharpness, and killing intent suddenly disappeared.

The waterfall roared, the water vapor was misty, and the sun was shining, Zhao Fukong was still standing there, with a gentle smile and a light wind, as if the most desperate blow just now was not from his hand.

But his eyes didn't look at Zhao Yingkong anymore, but stared at Zhao Yingkong's back.

Zhao Yingkong instinctively wanted to turn back, but she was worried that this was also Zhao Yingkong's plan, and just as she hesitated a little, a voice came at the right time: "He is worthy of being the strongest assassin!" ”

As soon as she heard this voice, Zhao Yingkong's whole body subconsciously relaxed, as if this voice could bring her complete stability and entrustment, and the power she had accumulated for a long time was transferred to her feet, and a layer of settlement appeared when she got a foothold.

The voice came from Wang Yang, who stepped out of the void.

When Wang Yang appeared, it was the moment when Zhao Yingkong lost his mind, and it was also the moment when Zhao Yingkong was like thunder, under a blow, Zhao Yingkong was difficult to pick up his edge, but Zhao Yingkong, who had moved, was also exposed in front of Wang Yang, it was the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind, and Zhao Fukong, who was extremely good at grasping the situation, would certainly not make such a mistake.

Zhao Weikong squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Yang for a moment, his eyes were as cold as a knife, as if they could pierce into people's bones, and then he smiled: "He is worthy of being the strongest reincarnation." ”

At this time, a wave of water vapor wafted in, enveloping the three of them in a fog. Soon, the sideburns and plackets of the three of them were stained with water droplets, which were crystal dripping. The coolness spreads imperceptibly.

With Wang Yang and Zhao Zhukong as the center, the sky full of clouds and mist began to swell and roll, changing, there seems to be an invisible big hand in guiding the shaping, but on Zhao Fukong's side, there are Xuan soldiers flying, sharp blades piercing through the air, Vientiane Senluo, on Wang Yang's side, there are dragons and snakes rising from the land, rivers and rivers surging, and the mountains are majestic.

The illusory scenes of the two sides are agitated and circulating, hedging against each other, provoking the clouds and mountains to fall, the sea of fog and waves, and I don't know how many disintegrate and collapse for a while, and turn into clouds and mist again, annihilation and invisible, and how many scatter and reunite, like the endless Yangtze River, rolling in.

And Zhao Yingkong, who was in it, seemed to be in the killing field of heaven and earth, thunder and lightning, Jin Ge iron horse, flags rising, wolf smoke billowing, the roar of heaven and earth, the wailing of all living beings, the changes of the vicissitudes of the sea, and the circulation of white clouds and dogs。。。。。。 The sunlight shone into the clouds, reflecting the colorful colors, reflecting the ever-changing battlefield, making her think she was in a dream for a moment.

However, where she couldn't see or hear, Zhao Fukong's voice slowly reached Wang Yang's ears: "I know Sakura very well, and it is impossible for her to calm down and hone herself with hatred, especially the time-consuming Oriental exercises, for her, the instant combat power of bloodline and skills is the most urgent need, but you actually made her suppress the desire for revenge, hehe, I must admit that in terms of influence, you have surpassed me." If she is a young apple, then you are fully ripe. ”

Wang Yang listened quietly, he knew that Zhao Fukong still had something to say.

Sure enough, Zhao Weikong took it upon himself: "For an assassin, assassination is a feat that ends a great life, whether it succeeds or fails. And you, are the best target. I've heard the clone talk about you, and it seems that your skills can restrain the light of my heart, which is really interesting, but for a real assassin, there is no so-called hole card or killer weapon, exercise skills, human heart and temperament, everything, can be used by me, and become a weapon to chase souls and kill people. ”

Wang Yang said lightly: "So, killing me is another proof of your own strength?" ”

Another wave of water vapor floated silently, transforming into a galloping herd of ten thousand horses rolling in, the sound of hooves was like thunder, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the entire sea of fog trembled, but a lone peak rose from the ground, standing proudly, and the invincible herd of ten thousand horses collided head-on, disintegrated, and turned into scattered water vapor.

In the ripples of water vapor that spread like a tide, Wang Yang's voice flowed like still water, straight into Zhao Fukong's ears, and hit his heart even more directly: "Zhao Weikong, I don't want to talk nonsense with you, I am not in the mood to pay attention to the little of your Zhao family, if it weren't for Sakuraku, I would never say a word more to you." Sakuraku's soul flaw, now there is a chance to bridge it, there is no need for you to interfere, but as the inheritor of a thousand-year-old family, you can't even see the intellectual self-sufficiency of the Oriental Exercises, but pretend to be crazy all day long, and you don't know what to do. Today I warn you for the first and last time, if you want to help Sakura, it's enough to take care of yourself, if you don't want to help, I don't mind solving you, understand? ”

The ever-changing water vapor suddenly froze, and after a long time, those illusions slowly dispersed, and the sea of fog that permeated the two of them disappeared, revealing Zhao Fukong's figure.

He looked at Wang Yang with a hint of curiosity, a throbbing and a touch of madness in his eyes: "You seem to know everything?" Who are you? ”

Wang Yang sneered, his gaze gradually becoming dangerous: "It seems that my warning has been ignored, but yes, to be able to awaken the light of the heart, how can words shake it?" At the end of the day, it's still a fist-big steward. Although he promised Zheng Zhe before, for the sake of Sakura, it doesn't matter if he breaks his promise once. In all fairness, Zhao Fukong can be regarded as affectionate and righteous, but his way makes it difficult for Wang Yang to agree, since he believes that affection is priceless, why use hatred to inspire fighting spirit? Do you really think you're staging a bloody eight-o'clock stall? So for Zhao Fukong, Wang Yang is really tired of it, anyway, Sakuraku's heart demon has taken a turn, and it's not a big deal to kill this guy, the key is that the Zhongzhou team that has been reborn doesn't need him to deliberately maintain it anymore, from now on, he will start to focus on himself, for those who pretend to be ghosts, crooked, bullshit, just shoot to death.

Just as Wang Yang's momentum was slowly rising, Zhao Fukong suddenly said, "Wait a minute!" ”