Unconsciously, Wei Xicheng shivered a little.

If their guess is correct, I'm afraid that the person standing in front of them at this moment is the legendary necromancer. Warlocks rely on spiritual weapons to perform spells, with a thousand wonderful uses and variations, for magic, but necromancers take a different path. All necromancers are called outliers in this world, because they do not hesitate to use methods that harm their own bodies to practice, and through the sacrifice of blood and souls, they achieve the purpose of communicating the two worlds and calling the undead.

Therefore, in reality, the vast majority of necromancers themselves do not have much combat power, but their ability to summon the undead is extremely powerful. For example, the three-headed snow leopard in the half-saint realm that just appeared, and the mastiff whose strength was unfathomable and even nine and a half were not 100% sure that he could win at this moment.

After widening his eyes and carefully observing the necromancer in front of him, Wei Xicheng was even more frightened. Fortunately, Bayu and Shi Jia didn't see the appearance of this necromancer, otherwise I'm afraid they would all be scared and cry, right?

The warlock took the mastiff that stood up, and slowly walked towards Jiuhan and Wei Xicheng. As they moved, their bodies were constantly illuminated by the dim lights on the walls on either side, and at the same time their forms were revealed. The mastiff was fine, after all, the whole body was covered with thick red hair, but the necromancer's body made people look very terrifying. On the unusually fair, almost pale skin, there are layers of inscriptions engraved layer after layer, the inscriptions are black and like blood droplets, and even some of the inscriptions look very fresh, as if they were engraved not long ago, making people tremble when they look at it from a distance.

In fact, this is where the horror of necromancers lies. No matter how many years have passed, there is a saying on the rivers and lakes: It is better to kill the soldiers of the government than to provoke the necromancer. Only a very small number of necromancers are people who have the ability to communicate between the two worlds since they were born, and this kind of person will not choose to be a necromancer at all to a large extent, such as the weeping mound that Nine and a Half met before, who chose to live an ordinary life. As for most necromancers, they are not only fickle but also unusually resilient, often manifested in the unyielding vow not to kill their enemies and the almost infinite pursuit of their opponents.

As the distance closed, the necromancer slowly raised his right arm, which was filled with unknown inscriptions. He stared at the inscription on his right arm that had been completed and the blood that had not yet congealed and said to himself: "The new spell has just been completed, why don't you test the water, what do you say, Xiao Jin?"

Xiao Jin, maybe it was the golden eagle vulture, Wei Xicheng thought like this and whispered to Jiu Ban: "I'm afraid this necromancer is not ordinary, are you sure you can get that mastiff?"

"Nope. Jiu Ban shook his head gently: "I can't judge the strength of that mastiff before I fight, I can only say that I can hold it for a while, as for killing it......"

"As long as you can hold on. In a moment you go and drag the mastiff, and I will take the opportunity to kill the necromancer. As long as the necromancer is dead, the mastiff will naturally be wiped out, and we will be able to escape easily. ”

"Is this really okay?" Nine-Half-S was a little suspicious, even though he knew that the necromancer had extremely strong control over the undead he summoned and was very important, Nine-Halfs still didn't have much hope for this method of dealing with it. Of all the ancient books he had read, there was hardly one that gave a detailed explanation of whether or not he could kill a necromancer, so ......

Wei Xicheng seemed to want to say something, but the next moment, the mournful cry of the golden eagle eagle came to their ears. Following the voice of the golden eagle eagle, I saw that on the arm of the necromancer at this time, the flesh and blood of the golden eagle eagle was being sucked into the arm of the necromancer inch by inch, and the eyes of the man covered in inscriptions were half calm, and the other half was crazy.

"Let's eat...... Eat, eat and work?hahahahahahaha.......haha Immediately, he raised his head, the absorption on his arm was not yet over, but he stared at Jiu Ban with those blood-colored eyes, and said very frantically: "You must remember that the name of the person who sent you to the dead today is called, Yinmeng!"

The gloomy voice fell, and under the gaze of Jiu Ban and Wei Xicheng, he pressed his right hand towards the mastiff beside him, and then bursts of blood-colored red light surged from his body, continuously transmitting to the mastiff's body. The mastiff, which was originally a little sleepy-eyed, seemed to have received a stimulus at this moment, and the hair on his body exploded violently, as if a sleeping male lion had awakened, and the breath in his body rose layer by layer, and then quickly reached a terrifying point.

All this was seen by Jiu Ban, he let out a low "not good" and rushed out, without giving Wei Xicheng time to react, he deceived himself in front of the mastiff. He swung his right fist violently and hit the mastiff's face, and the fist tore through the void with bursts of thunder, and there seemed to be a faint "hissing" sound, which was terrifying.

As we all know, thunder is a punishment between heaven and earth, and it is also one of the most effective means to fight against evil spirits. Wei Xicheng didn't know when Jiu Ban had such an ability, he just quietly retreated to the side of Ba Yu and Shi Jia. After all, he is no longer the self who walked alone in the rivers and lakes at the beginning, and he has friends to protect.

Behind the huge shield, Shi Jia looked at Wei Xicheng timidly except for a small head, and said, "We...... Are we going to die here?"

Wei Xicheng changed the knife in his right hand to his left hand, and then stretched out his right hand and gently touched Shi Jia's head and said softly: "No, we will definitely defeat that person." ”

Not far away, Nine-and-a-half's fist failed to hit the mastiff's face. As if suddenly awakened, the mastiff suddenly let out a deafening roar, and this roar shook the nine-and-a-half fist alive and shook it several feet away, including himself. When he got up from the ground again, he saw that the mastiff in front of him seemed to be reborn. Its fur was as bright as blood and no longer heavy, and its eyes peeked out from under the hair, revealing a fierce glow. The scarlet tongue peeked out of its mouth, and the mastiff licked its lips as if to step forward, but forcibly suppressed its bloodthirsty desire and waited for its master's orders.

The mastiff's body was huge, and its claws looked extremely ferocious, as if a slap could kill a person. The mastiff is fierce, and the owner next to him is slightly proud. The necromancer's gloomy body suddenly shuddered, as if he was about to vomit blood, but he forcibly stopped it. There seemed to be a red liquid flowing from the corners of its mouth, but Yin Meng just wiped it lightly and then said to Jiu Ban, "You have disappointed me a little, is this the only thing my lord wants to kill?"

"Who is your master, and why did you kill us?" asked Jiu Ban following his words, trying to extract some information from it, but Yin Meng was not a fool, although he was proud, he still didn't want to reveal the slightest bit of information. As the saying goes, the villain dies from talking too much, and he has never eaten pork, but Yin Meng has still seen a pig run.

Gently shaking his tired right arm, Yin Meng said angrily: "It seems that you are not only weak, but also have no brains. If you can't even figure this out, then you don't even need to let me talk nonsense. ”

Yin Meng's voice weakened slightly, but the mastiff beside him gently raised his paws, as if he was already eager to try. Jiu Ban didn't rush to fight, he seemed to be waiting for something like delaying time, so he opened his mouth and said to Yin Meng opposite him: "Okay, I didn't expect that the king of the country of mocking wind would have a necromancer's doorman, this is simply an eye-opener." But you think you're the mastiff that can stop me?

The death of the three snow leopards and the disdain of the nine and a half mastiffs all hit the pain point of Yin Meng, and at this moment he seemed to be a little violent: "Mastiff, see clearly you hillbilly who has never seen the world, this is a dragon mastiff!

Sure enough, it was guessed. When the word "dragon mastiff" fell into Wei Xicheng's ears, the double knife he was holding almost failed to hold and hung down. After all, this weather-beaten heart was still half cold, and his mind was racing, but after all, he couldn't find a way out for his own people.

The dragon mastiff, that's the dragon mastiff, the legendary king of the mastiff who can kill gods and slaughter gods, is an existence that the sage will never dare to provoke. And now this dragon mastiff has not only stood in front of them and become their enemy, but has also been blessed by the horror of this necromancer opposite him, how to fight this?

Jiu and a half may still have hope, but if he stands in front of the other party, it is like a recruit encountering a general with Fang Tian's halberd, and he is almost powerless to fight back. This state of despair appeared instantly, but quickly disappeared. Wei Xicheng raised his double knife tightly with his backhand, and placed it on his chest, ready for battle, as if he were a dead soldier. Wei Xicheng, who is alone, can live or die, but Wei Xicheng, who has a wife and daughter, can't die, and Wei Xicheng, who is still standing behind him with eight feathers and Shijia, can't die. If he dies like this, what kind of face will he have to meet his old friends underground?

Although this battle may have nothing to do with him anymore, he still has to be a man, a man who stands up to the sky.

Ahead, Yin Meng was still boasting about the dragon mastiff beside him, but Jiu Ban had already silently put on a fighting posture and then said: "Don't talk nonsense, if it's really powerful, you can kill me." ”

It was as if he had been interrupted by someone who had drunk half of the water, and when he heard the words of the ninth half, the anger in Yin's chest instantly reached its peak. At this moment, he didn't say a word, but with a wave of his right hand forward, the dragon mastiff opened its bloody mouth and rushed out. The one-man-tall dragon mastiff didn't use its mouth, but instead stood up half-straight, like a human being, and its huge claws slammed down on the head of the nine-and-a-half, trying to tear everything apart.

The dragon mastiff's huge claws slapped down, and the nine-and-a-half fists were so straight and straight to meet it. At this time, his fist still had thunder on it, but the thunder and lightning were more condensed, as if he was a visitor from the clouds. Invisibly, it seemed that a gloomy voice came into his ears, and the ninth half seemed to hear the other party saying, "Thunder Fist, not bad, but it's a pity that it's just the lowest level of Thunder Method", and then his fist seemed to be smashed into a ball of cotton, and it didn't have any effect at all.

The next moment, the mastiff's other paw slapped from the other side, and in an instant, he squatted down and rolled out with a backward roll close to the ground, and narrowly dodged the blow.

The mastiff rushed forward with a successful blow, and its bloody mouth had been opened, and it bit towards the head of the nine halves with a mouthful, as if it wanted to bite off half of the nine halves' heads, and the plot was not shallow. But the whole person of Nine and a Half seemed to be blessed by thunder, and when he dodged to the right, he didn't know when he pulled out a long sword from behind him, and appeared on the left side of the mastiff's body like a ghost.

The mastiff was huge, and before it could turn around after a mouthful, it slashed at its neck with a sword. The dragon mastiff's fur was thick and soft, and he didn't know if it really hurt his muscles and bones, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. After a sword split the body of the dragon mastiff, nine halves split out eight swords one after another, each sword was a sword qi in the air, although it was not huge, but it was extremely condensed and coherent on the body of the dragon mastiff. In just three breaths, in the relatively narrow passage, the dragon mastiff's body crashed into the other side of the passage, raising puffs of dust.

The dragon mastiff slammed into the wall and fell to the ground, and Jiu and a half also relieved himself. He gasped and turned to look at the place where the gloom was, the necromancer seemed to be babbling something out of his mouth, and he was still hiding at the junction of darkness and light. In the hand that was carrying the sword, the wrist trembled slightly. Splitting out nine swords in a row was originally a huge load on his body, not to mention that when the first sword slashed on the dragon mastiff's body, it felt like a mud cow entering the sea, and the dragon mastiff's soft hair dissipated his huge impact with softness, and even almost made his wrist flash.

He took off his sword and raised his feet and walked in the direction of Yin Meng, but Wei Xicheng's shout suddenly came from behind him: "Nine and a half, be careful!"

When the sound reached his ears, he knew that it was too late, and the huge body of the dragon mastiff burst out of the dust and pounced on him at once, two huge claws one pounced on his chest and the other directly pressed his shoulder. The bloody mouth opened and approached Nine-Half's face with a strong fishy aura, as if he could see the scene of hell from the bloody mouth.

At this moment, in Yin Meng's eyes, Jiuhan was already a four.

In Yin Meng's eyes, when Jiuhan and the dragon mastiff collided together, their figures almost overlapped, and the dragon mastiff that stood up was almost as tall as a half-human, and at this moment, it pounced on Jiuhan's body, completely covering its figure. In the imagination of this necromancer, the dragon mastiff seemed to have bitten the head of the nine-and-a-half, and the next thing to do was to slowly exert force in the upper and lower jaws to tear the head apart and chew it fiercely.

It's just that illusions are illusions after all, and ideals are unsatisfactory after all. At a certain moment, the dragon mastiff's body was slowly pushed away, and then the dragon mastiff seemed to have just been restrained by the nine and a half and suddenly broke free. It jumped to the side and let out a roar that was somewhere between anger and sadness, but the sound was incomplete and incomplete.

Jiu Ban wiped the mastiff blood on his face, and pretended to be relaxed and said to Yin Meng not far away: "You dragon mastiff, in the final analysis, it's not very good." Yin Meng's eyes were cold and murderous.

It turned out that just when the dragon mastiff pounced, Jiu Ban was slammed into the dragon mastiff's two claws by his shoulders and chest, and sent the long sword in his hand into the dragon mastiff's throat at the cost of the bones almost shattering. It's a pity that the dragon mastiff can't help but have thick hair, and the skin and flesh are not generally rough, this sword is tightly pierced into the dragon mastiff's flesh and blood, and it can't continue to go deeper, and it only temporarily controls its body shape, and it can't hurt its spine and internal organs, so it breaks free.

At this moment, the throat of the dragon mastiff was cut open by the broken vocal cords, and it lost its ability to make sounds, like a child who had lost half of its power, and its majestic roar turned into a grief of grievance, and it paced in circles not far away, and did not dare to come forward for a while.

Looking at the sparse mastiff blood on the ground, Wei Xicheng suddenly had a surge of blood as if he had found the feeling of his youth, and he saw hope.

Jiuhan and he are really a little averse, and they are desperate to win in the PUBG, so it seems that they should not die here today.