"Boom-boom-boom————"

Thunder and lightning fell densely from the air, each landing, is a violent explosion comparable to a defensive grenade, ten people hugged the towering ancient tree, under a blow is shattered bones, even burning, such a dense thunder and lightning concentrated in the same area, that kind of devastating power, not inferior to the modern army's field artillery cluster fire attack.

However, this earth-shattering explosion could not hide the chant of an old man, a voice that was majestic, resounding through the heavens and the earth, full of wonderful rhythms and rhymes, and each syllable was faintly in harmony with some law between heaven and earth, which, if listened carefully, seemed to pass through all mediums and go straight to the ear.

And in the devastating thunderstorm, there was a ghostly shadow constantly flashing, shuttling through the dense thunderstorm group, explosions, lightning strikes, turbulence, could not hurt him in the slightest, not even slightly hindered his steps, the sky was full of thunder and lightning, as if it was his background as thrilling but harmless.

This is Isenghe.

There's a fight to the death going on here.

On one side of the battle is Saruman, the white-robed wizard of Gaoju Osacta, and on the other side is a handsome man with long hair.

Saruman's expression was serious, he held his staff in one hand and pointed down with the other, and a series of difficult spells spat out of his mouth, rolling through the sky like thunder, and every time he pointed in a certain direction, thunder fell there, and electric snakes fell there.

The handsome man, on the other hand, appeared and disappeared completely irregularly, looking forward and backward, as if he were fluctuating at will, but whenever the red light in his hand appeared, a translucent wave would emerge from the Osak Tower, and it would tremble violently in the red light, as if it was about to shatter at any moment.

On the cliffs of the Osakta, a large white man and a black teenager were sweating profusely and whispering.

White Man: "Why does the captain have to provoke Saruman?" Didn't the Lord God teleport us to the vicinity of Isengar to make us an alliance with Sauron? ”

Black boy: "Don't worry about this, if the captain will think about this, he won't set the rule of killing all the newcomers at the beginning of the horror movie, Arya is a mental power controller, just questioned a sentence, and was killed, do you think we will be more important than Arya?" ”

The white man muttered, "I don't care about the outcome of the team battle at all, just to test the limit of my strength and my own strength!" What exactly is a quantity? Why do you have to leave no way back to prove it? ”

The black boy didn't care about these philosophical things, he cared more about the battle in front of him: "Is this the power of wizards?" It's so scary, and it really deserves to be called the existence of one enemy and one army, and it's the first time I've seen a plot character who can fight with the captain to this extent。。。。。。 In the game, assassins are known as mages' nemesis! ”

The white man looked at Zhao Weikong, who was strolling around in the thunder and lightning group, and said, "That was when the mage was attacked by a sneak attack, and now that Saruman is on guard, it will be difficult for the captain to kill him." Don't forget, mages are at their strongest when they're in their own mage towers, and even if they can't do anything about the enemy, they can at least protect themselves。。。。。。 What the hell does the captain think? Just assassinate it, why break in? ”

"Phew"

A scarlet glow flashed from the void and struck Saruman behind him without a hint of surprise. The Mage Tower's defenses, which had been keeping attacks at bay all along, somehow didn't respond.

"Brush"

A milky white spherical shield suddenly emerged from Saruman's body, blocking the sneak attack by a fraction of a second, and if you looked closely, you would see that countless looming runes in the shield flowed at great speed, intertwining into a meticulous web. It is the general rule for the priest to bless himself first and protect himself in battle, and it is no exception in any world or system.

However, the power of this red light was unbelievably sharp, and as soon as the shield first touched, it shrank sharply as if it was electrocuted, and instantly shrank from a diameter of more than ten meters to the outside of Saruman's body, and the flowing runes became extremely difficult, almost to a standstill, and the milky white light also quickly faded, almost fading into a transparent color,

Saruman staggered, and hurriedly activated the magic again, barely keeping the shield open, when a dazzling magical aura rose from under his feet, and a magic circle covering the top of Ozak's Tower began to activate.

"It's unfortunate, it's just a little bit!" The handsome long-haired man reappeared in the distance and said with a smile. Although he kept smiling, his eyes were cold, and they looked like a sharp dagger that could easily pierce a person's heart.

Saruman, whose face had turned pale, finally couldn't help but roar: "Who the hell are you? Why are you attacking me? Don't you know that you are provoking the great wizard chief? Recalling the fatal blow just now, his current vest is still dripping with cold sweat, if it weren't for the fact that he saw that the situation was not good, and activated the strongest protective circle in time, I'm afraid he would have fallen at this time, right? How many years have I not experienced such a close proximity to death? The last time was during the Great War between the First Age and Morgoth, right?

Zhao Fukong's gaze swept over the magic array: "It's just a rotten and spoiled fruit。。。。。。 It seems that my little apple has appeared, and since that is the case, let you go! Go back and tell Sauron that I'm interested in his head, and don't let anyone else take it。。。。。。 With that, his form faded into thin air.

"Who the hell are you? Answer me! Saruman's roar still echoed in Isengard, but where was Zhao Fukong's figure?

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"The first thing to do in a team battle is to kill all the newcomers in your team, Sakura, this brother of yours is much more simply than Zheng Zhe, it seems that he is very eager for something." Wang Yang said with interest.

In front of him, two bodies were falling to the ground, a black teenager and a white man, the two remaining veterans of the East American team, who were lifeless, but there was not a single scar on their bodies, but there was still a look of horror on their faces.

Zhao Yingkong closed her eyes, Zhen Yuan walked around, the chaotic Lingtai was suddenly cleared, she was silent for a moment, and suddenly opened her eyes to look, not far in front of her, a handsome figure with long hair slowly appeared.

The person who came was Zhao Yukong, and he didn't even look at the two teammates who were killed on the ground, but he looked at Zhao Yingkong in a little surprise, and then smiled and said, "It's very good, you know how to hide the killing intent...... As for the Assassins, we are all Assassins, so remember that you can't show your killing intent until your enemies are dead. ”

Then his gaze looked at Wang Yang again, his eyes were cold: "I heard me talk about you in the clones of the Demon Team, you defeated the two strongest people alone, and you can also make my little cousin fall in love, so you are the strongest potential, I really want to see it!" ”

Wang Yang ignored him, he patted Zhao Yingkong's shoulder and walked forward without saying a word.

Zhao Weikong stood in front of the two of them, smiling gently, and Wang Yang walked straight over like that, relaxed, with a calm gait, and he couldn't see any guard, he walked slowly, slowly approaching, ten meters, five meters, three meters。。。。。 As the distance shortened, the two of them maintained their original posture, and even the slightest expression did not change, as if they could not see each other's existence at all, Wang Yang's eyes looked into the distance, and Zhao Yingkong's eyes looked at Zhao Yingkong.

Until the two passed by, until Wang Yang's back disappeared, no one made a move.

In a place where no one could see, Zhao Yingkong breathed a sigh of relief, his hanging heart slowly let go, and the true yuan gathered all over his body slowly dispersed.

At that moment just now, she was suddenly very scared, afraid that the two people would suddenly fight, afraid that one of them would die in the hands of the other, and the monstrous hatred for Zhao Weikong before suddenly disappeared without a trace at that moment, leaving only the image of smiling gently and loving herself sincerely。。。。。。 For her, whether she loves or hates, these two people have become the most important part of her life, and she doesn't want to see any of them hurt, and even if the two fight, she doesn't know how to stop them. At this time, she was already one of the few super powerhouses in the team, looking at the seventeen reincarnation teams, there were only a handful of them who could surpass her, but when she was stuck between Wang Yang and Zhao Fukong, she felt that she was even more powerless than ordinary people, and she didn't even know which skill to use the true yuan power that she had unconsciously gathered。。。。。。 Maybe if that situation really happens, I'm afraid she can only let the power that has nowhere to vent accumulate and hurt herself, right?

But neither of them did anything, and they didn't mean to do it at all. Just walk and stop, and drift away.

At this time, a slightly cool hand held up her delicate chin: "What is my green little apple thinking?" Distraction is a great deal at this time! ”

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Wang Yang sat on the edge of the cliff, looking into the distance, at this time the plot of the Lord of the Rings had just unfolded, and Issinger had not yet become a strong orc arsenal, still maintaining a beautiful natural style: the snow-covered mountains in the distance rose and fell one after another, stretching until the end of the sky, and the open fields, flat meadows, dense jungles, and winding rivers formed a beautiful picture, in the background of the sunset molten gold, as if it was a paradise as dreamy.

I don't know when, Zhao Yingkong came over silently, sat down next to him, and watched quietly.

Wang Yang asked, "How?" ”

Zhao Yingkong shook his head in silence.

Wang Yang guessed: "Because you're not strong enough?" ”

Zhao Yingkong turned his head to look at him: "You。。。。。。 Do you know something? Can you tell me? ”

Wang Yang smiled: "I know a little, but I think it's better to find the answer yourself." ”

Zhao Yingkong said with a little confusion: "Then what is strong?" Stronger than him? Or stronger than you? ”

Wang Yang didn't answer and asked: "To this day, do you still want to kill him?" ”

Zhao Yingkong shook his head, his eyes were endlessly complicated.

Wang Yang smiled: "The sword that can kill people is just a sharp weapon, and the sword that can spare people is a divine weapon." Your realm in martial arts is the same as your spiritual cultivation, and it is one level higher. ”

Zhao Yingkong was shocked, and countless lights flashed in his mind in an instant, as if there was something at his fingertips, but if he wanted to see it clearly, he was always a little bit behind.

Wang Yang's gaze turned to the distant sky: "From Resident Evil to the present, you have not only experienced the bloody battle from life to death, but also tasted the spiritual nirvana from attachment to letting go, which can be described as great ups and downs, great sorrow and great sorrow, you should know that there are some problems in life, unless you have found the answer in your heart, otherwise, no one can put the answer in your heart." The strength in everyone's heart is different, and what suits me may not be suitable for you. ”

Zhao Ying looked into the distance stupidly, and her heart seemed to be full of thoughts, and it seemed to be ethereal.

Wang Yang said word by word: "Don't care about anything, chase what you want, do what you want, because no matter what you choose, I will face it with you." ”

Zhao Yingkong lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Never give up?" ”

Wang Yang gently held her cold little hand: "Life and death go hand in hand." ”

"Good!" Zhao Yingkong suddenly held Wang Yang with his backhand and said crisply.

Wang Yang was stunned, but saw Zhao Yingkong's little face raised, and a sharp light burst out in his always calm and waveless eyes: "Then, I want to do one thing." ”