The seven cylinders were wounded, which belonged to the battle, and it was understandable that they were injured in the battle.

But now, Le Bing is being treated like a reptile by this damn flame crumb!

Whether it was Wang Hong's eternal wound left on Le Bing's body with the flame knife, or the words of shame carved on him, this was completely unbearable for Leng Meiying.

Such a great shame must be repaid with blood!

Although the miniature version of the dragon mark did not have such an exaggerated range, it bloomed on Wang Hong's body in the first time.

Since the beginning of the war, Wang Hong, who has always faced anyone with an invincible attitude, under this unparalleled sneak attack, the clothes on his chest turned into pieces of rags, and under the rags, a deep wound that could be seen bloomed into several arrogant sparks.

The look of shock on Wang Hong's face had reached the point of no return, obviously, he had no expectation that someone would hit him in the chest with a blow without him noticing.

However, although the wound was deep and terrible, it almost broke half of his chest.

However, the power of the Holy Order is not so easy to break.

Almost at the moment when the power of the dragon mark weakened, Wang Hong's body had already begun to recover.

The granulation on his chest grew wildly, and it took almost a moment for most of it to heal.

At this time, the hatred of Leng Sleepying, who was half a step slower, had arrived.

The hatred wrapped in Leng Meiying's supreme anger, mixed with strong power, swung into a knife, like a light flutter, and then fell heavily on the palm that Wang Hong hurriedly greeted.

Palm, half a beat slower, the blade broke through the air, slashed on his chest, and on his face, the power of supreme hatred was full of cold sleep, like tearing clothes and brocade, from Wang Hong's face, a knife to his waist.

In an instant, blood splashed, Wang Hong was shocked back a few steps in horror, and just two steps back, a pitch-black sphere bounced from Leng Yingying's fingertips.

If it was usual, Wang Hong would definitely be able to block this strange black ball for a while, but now, he has been disrupted with the cooperation of Leng Meiying and Shenlong, and the wound from his face to his abdomen has hindered his mobility in the first place.

Therefore, this small black round ball entered his huge wound extremely smoothly.

As a saint-level powerhouse, Wang Hong certainly couldn't be put down by Leng Meiying so easily.

After all, he is still in his heyday, and Leng Meiying is like a patient who has just recovered from a serious injury, and being able to exert the power of the battle with the Cloud Scholar is already an extraordinary performance.

As a holy rank, Wang Hong's healing power no longer needs to be explained, the damage of the dragon mark can be easily recovered, and the knife wound of Leng Meiying is even more so, there is not too much hesitation at all, the knife that was cut out has already healed.

However, Wang Hong screamed at this time.

"Ahhh

Even the wound of the dragon mark can be recovered without showing a trace of the wound, but the wound cut by the cold shadow has healed, and black spider web-like black lines have burst out from the wound, which looks extremely disgusting and terrifying.

This cobweb scar, straight from his forehead to his abdomen, was the scar he had just been cut out.