Wen Zilong followed the Wind King to the gate of the headquarters of the Icewolf Mercenary Group.

This is a place enclosed by a thick ice wall about ten feet high.

Wen Zilong sensed it with his spiritual power, and found that in the headquarters of this mercenary group, there were currently seventh-order supreme powerhouses, about thirty of them.

Their leader, that eighth-order ultimate powerhouse, was of course also in it.

At the door, two sixth-order super powerhouses, one on the left and one on the right.

Wen Zilong secretly smashed his tongue.

Sixth-order super powerhouses, if they are placed in those more than 500 kingdoms, they can be city lords.

Now it's a doorman here.

This Icewolf mercenary group is a big deal.

Those two sixth-order super powerhouses, when they saw Wen Zilong and the Wind King coming, they frowned slightly.

"This is the Icewolf Mercenary Regiment, don't hang around here if there's nothing to do."

As soon as the words fell, the Wind King suddenly moved.

Bang Bang –

Those two sixth-order super powerhouses flew out directly upside down.

Flew through the gate and crashed into the ten-meter-tall ice sculpture in the courtyard.

Whoop -

The ice sculpture collapsed with a bang.

Without waiting for any movement in the courtyard, Wen Zilong roared angrily:

"Which is the boss, get out of here!"

The barbarian dragons in the courtyard heard the movement and jumped out with a roar.

"Who is looking for death, dare to come to us to spread wild!"

"Don't ask, what kind of place is this!"

"Dare to come to the Icewolf mercenary group to go wild and look for death!"

These speakers are all seventh-order supreme powerhouses.

However, before they finished speaking, they only felt a white shadow constantly flashing between them.

Under the flickering of the shadow, the weapons in their hands came out one after another.

In just ten seconds, all the weapons in the hands of all the more than thirty brute dragons were gone.

The shadow returned to Wen Zilong, and it was the Wind King.

In his hand, more than thirty kinds of weapons were grouped into a ball.

With a thud, he threw it on the ground.

The more than thirty supreme powerhouses, all of them looked at the Wind King in disbelief.

Wen Zilong sneered and said, "Do you want me to kill a barbarian dragon before your boss is willing to come out?" In that case, Wind King, let's do it. ”

"You dare!"

As soon as Wen Zilong's words fell, an explosive shout suddenly came from the third floor of the building in front of him.

Then, a brute dragon descended from the sky.

When he landed, around his feet, the bluestone-paved ground directly cracked a few cracks.

Wen Zilong said to the Wind King next to him:

"See? This is the correct posture, handsome! Of course, it should be noted that this handsomeness should be consistent. Otherwise, it will be embarrassing if you are handsome for only three seconds. ”

The Wind King nodded earnestly: "Understood." ”

The brute dragon that fell from the sky, seeing that these two guys directly ignored him, a nameless fire rose in his heart.

directly said in the tone of the verdict: "Trespassing on my mercenary group, injuring my brother, and demolishing the statue, this crime, damn it!" ”

As he spoke, a powerful momentum on his body exploded directly.

The momentum of the middle of the eighth order made the snowflakes fluttering in the air unexpectedly stagnant.

The snow on the ground was directly squeezed and gurgled under the pressure of this strong momentum.

The Wind King snorted and spewed out a canopy of blood mist.

"Little Seventh Order, dare to come to my mercenary group to spread wild!"

The supreme powerhouses around him had a look of happiness on their faces.

In front of his own regiment leader, no matter how strong the seventh order is, he has to kneel.

But at this time, Wen Zilong smiled indifferently.

The momentum on his body quickly exploded.

The momentum of the eighth-order ultimate powerhouse overwhelmed those seventh-order supreme powerhouses, and they spewed blood mist one after another.

Poof-

Poof-

Poof-

For a while, it was like more than 30 blood-colored fireworks.

Those supreme powerhouses all changed their complexions.

"The ultimate powerhouse!"

"It's the ultimate powerhouse!"

"So young, it's the ultimate powerhouse!"

The head of the regiment also changed his face slightly.

They are savage dragons and have a set of methods for observing age.

Judging from this kid's face, he is only in his twenties.

It stands to reason that even if you are a genius, you are a super strong person at best.

Unexpectedly, his strength actually reached the ultimate powerhouse.

The ultimate powerhouse in his twenties, how perverted should this guy's talent be?

However, no matter how perverted the talent is, if it doesn't grow up, it's still an ant.

With a trace of regret in his eyes, he looked at Wen Zilong:

"Do you think that in the early stage of the end, you will be able to challenge the middle stage of the end? Who gives you confidence? ”

"Rejoicing gave it."

Wen Zilong replied.

The head of the regiment no longer asked who Piaorou was, and the energy sword in his hand condensed.

"Since you don't know what to do, let's die!"

As he spoke, holding a long sword, he instantly attacked Wen Zilong.

The eighth-order ultimate powerhouse is extremely fast.

Subsonic speed has almost been reached.

And Wen Zilong is one level lower than him, he is ninety percent sure that he will kill Wen Zilong with one sword.

However, a very strange scene happened.

His sword stabbed out, and when he was an inch away from Wen Zilong, the tip of the sword suddenly disappeared.

Not disappearing, exactly.

He continued to stab forward, and the tip of the sword, along with part of the blade, quickly disappeared.

But the next moment, it appeared an inch in front of his throat.

He stabbed forward quickly, and the tip of the sword stabbed him swiftly into the throat.

The speed of the two combined, and the speed at which the tip of the sword stabbed at him had reached more than six hundred meters per second.

Even if he is the ultimate powerhouse, he can't avoid it at all.

Before he could even react, the tip of the sword stabbed directly into his own neck.

Ding——

With a soft sound, a defensive formation Brute Dragon Stone was passively activated.

A layer of earthy yellow epidermis suddenly appeared on the surface of his body.

This is one of his life-saving hole cards that is activated.

He instantly retreated a hundred meters in a row.

Then he touched his neck.

When I felt that there was no wound on my neck, I breathed a sigh of relief.

And when he looked at Wen Zilong, his gaze no longer had the contempt that he had half a minute ago.

His expression became extremely solemn.

The other party was only at the beginning of the eighth order, and he didn't even move his hand.

He actually forced himself back.

And the kind of skill that the other party used just now is obviously a spatial skill.

Could it be that this kid is an empty disciple?

While he was thinking, Wen Zilong's figure disappeared in an instant.

When it appeared, it was already in front of this mid-eighth order powerhouse.

In his claws, the Fire Spirit Sword had already stabbed at this mid-eighth order powerhouse.

This mid-eighth order powerhouse hurriedly wanted to dodge.

However, he suddenly found that he simply couldn't dodge.

The space around him seemed to freeze.

At the same time, I felt the terrifying energy on the Fire Spirit Sword.

In front of that terrifying energy, even he, a mid-eighth order powerhouse, seemed so small.

At this moment, his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.