Duriel suffered a big loss, and was almost sucked into a dry corpse again, of course he was unhappy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but now it has almost no strength to breathe, let alone shout like just now.

However, Barr took the initiative to stand up for his men.

"Damn, you're testing my patience." Barr roared angrily, and two pungent pungent pungent smoke spilled out of its mouth. The tentacles behind him danced wildly, whipping against the cold ground from time to time, leaving clearly visible ravines.

Before Lan Wu could retort, the archangel Tyrell suddenly floated forward like a ghost, and pulled out the archangel's sword with a bang. The white light flashed, and Duriel, who was trying to regain his magic, let out a miserable scream, and his fat body bounced up like a spring. Its abdomen, covered with a hard carapace, had a deep wound half a meter long.

"Lord Barr, save me!" Durrell struggled desperately towards Baal. The hideous wound on the abdomen sneered, but instead of bleeding blood, it seemed as if it had been poured with concentrated sulfuric acid, and puffs of black smoke came out, gradually expanding.

Barr's face darkened instantly. The light of the angels is the nemesis of demons. A little light can make a demon feel painful. The holy light of the dignified archangel Tyrell is simply deadly poison. Even if Duriel is the Demon King of Hell. The reason why Durrell can still struggle, in addition to his own strong vitality, is because Tyrell did not move to kill, but only used this way to declare his position.

Tyrell was there, and Baal didn't dare to dwell on it any longer. They are numerous, but they are the smallest of the three worlds. Constrained by the laws of the world, everyone's strength is on the same level. If you really want to fight, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with Tyrell, who is bursting out with all his might.

He snorted heavily, but he didn't see Barr move. Suddenly a few tentacles poked out from the ground beneath Dureel, and quickly slashed through the wound in his abdomen, ripping off the carrion that was being purified by the holy light. Then a few more tentacles burst out of the ground, wrapping around Dureel's fat body and throwing it over.

There was a muffled bang, and Durell fell to the ground, and the entire corridor shook slightly. It didn't dare to complain, and hurriedly crawled behind Baal and Diablo, and stood with Andariel, who had not yet been transformed. But it didn't stay honest. First it was nearly sucked into a dry corpse, and then it was almost killed by Tyrell's sword, and it counted it all on Lan Wu's head. The eyes that looked at Lan Wu were full of resentment.

For a moment, there was silence in the hallway.

Baal and the other demons are on the side, the archangel Tyrell is on the side, and Lanwu is on the side. None of the three parties continued to speak, and they all remained silent, and they confronted each other silently.

Lan Wu wished he had been so silent and confronted him all the time. Hengzhu has already taken a big advantage, and it seems that there is no advantage to take advantage of, so it is best to keep it like this until Guerrera and his party arrive.

Fourteen small talismans in his hand, all blessed on the Sword of Legends, Lan Wu was confident enough to beat the demons and the birdman in front of him. But even if the hole cards are strong enough, he doesn't dare to act rashly. Tyrell's birdman has an ambiguous attitude, and he can't figure out whether it's a rival or a helper. For now, of course, it is best to stand still and wait for Guerrera and his party to arrive. At least these barbarians will never believe in any kind of paradise.

Lan Wu was silent. Tyrrell didn't make any follow-up action after injuring Durrell with a sword, just floating quietly in the air. But Baal and the other demons couldn't hold their breath.

"Tyrell, don't forget the agreement between us." Diablo puffed out a puff of smoke mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur, and six pairs of chelerae stroked irritably. Confronting an archangel in this lower world is tricky even for it.

"I haven't forgotten the agreement between us." Tyrrell flicked the Archangel's sword, then pointed it at Diablo and said in a deep voice, "But don't forget the content of the agreement. He can't be hurt. ”

Diablo was speechless, and two black smoke spewed out heavily. It understood what Tyrell meant. Just now, Barr was obviously moved by killing intent. It's hard to deal with Tyrell, but it's no problem to deal with a charismatic. Anyway, the fusion of the World Stone only requires the blood of the benefactor.

"Let's get started, then." Bal glanced at Tyrell with a stumbling look, then turned his gaze to Lan Wu: "His strength is very strange. I'm not sure if it's compliant. ”

When Tyrell heard this, the wings of light floating behind him shook visibly, and then returned to normal. Then its gaze fell on Lan Wu, and a trace of guilt quietly flashed in its eyes.

At this time, Lan Wu was not good, and glanced at both sides vigilantly. The birdman had apparently made some kind of deal with these demons, and it was clearly about himself. It's unbearable.

"What the hell are you trying to do to me?" Lan Wu slashed the legendary sword and gave Tyrell a deep look.

Of all the people present, this birdman was the only one who made him feel troubled. It's a weird attitude. Let's do it, this birdman just now seemed to be courting himself and forcibly strangled Baal's killing intent. Don't do it, this birdman has clearly reached some kind of agreement with the demon, and it is likely to be an opponent.

"We just want to lend you a little blood." Tyrell raised his hand, and a white light suddenly fell from the sky, bathing Lan Wu in it.

Lan Wu was suddenly shocked, and wanted to escape from the shroud of white light for the first time. But as soon as he wanted to move, he felt that his whole body was full of strength. When the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the six small talismans swirling around his body, he was truly dizzy.

This last little amulet was bathed in white light, and it shone like a small sun.

Not only did Tyrell regain his full state at this time, but even the last little amulet that wasn't full of demonic energy was refilled. Now he really couldn't figure out the birdman's position.

"The strength is not enough, he is only level fifty." Diablo looked coldly at Lan Wu, who was bathed in white light, and his face was very ugly. As an opponent for so many years, the unique light of life of angels can certainly be seen. This unique light can not only make a person in a full state, but also reflect that person's peak strength level.

"This can't be, he's already killed at least ten demon lords. How is it possible to only be level fifty? Barr roared angrily, puffs of black smoke coming out of his mouth, visibly furious.

"He's only level fifty, indeed." Tyrell glanced at Baal lukewarmly, and raised his hand to withdraw the light of life.

Diablo and the other demons couldn't help but look at each other. Lan Wu killed all the demon lords who had reached the peak strength of this world. The demonic qi that each demon lord decomposes after death is enough to make a level fifty professional rise to two or three levels. Killing at least ten in a row, how can it be a mere level fifty. Could it be that this damn benefactor was only less than thirty levels before?

How is that possible!

A level 30 professional can take out a level 60 demon lord? No kidding, even if you stand there and let him cut, maybe you won't break the defense.

At this time, Lan Wu suddenly smiled. I don't know if this cheap is going to be sent to the door. (To be continued.) )