Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Cheng Lang saw those firefighters remove their firefighting suits one after another, revealing their original appearance. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's the Trialist and the Hero!

Before the other party rushed in front of him, Cheng Lang's face was already pale.

"Moonlight!

A chant of judgment descended from overhead, and then a bright moonlight pierced through the 17th layer of tempered glass, and a sensitive girl in blue light armor smashed the floor-to-ceiling window with a "bang" and flew in.

"Zhao Yun!" Cheng Lang shouted.

A silver spear broke through the clouds, and the "poof" was in front of Cheng Lang.

"Lord, you withdraw first!Leave it to me here!" Zhao Yun shouted, and the gentian spear slammed into Luna's crescent scimitar, causing silver sparks in the sky.

Cheng Lang hurriedly pulled out his legs and fled out, but before he could escape to the door, a sword and spear burst from the side and slammed into the ground in front of him.

"Stop, sinner!"

Athena's immaculate figure was like a holy light coming to the world, her long noble purple hair fluttering in the night wind, and the golden armor around her body created light in the darkness.

"Thunder Dragon!"

Zhao Yun withdrew from Luna's side like a bolt of lightning, returned with a gun, and swung a shot at Athena's indestructible holy shield, forming an invisible barrier beside Cheng Lang.

At the same time, Marco Polo had leaped into the building with a whirling dance step, two large revolvers in a graceful arc at his fingertips, and then, fixed, loaded.

"Friction friction is the devil's pace. ”

He danced and tilted his body 45 degrees, and aimed his gun at the gap in Zhao Yun's defense.

"Let the bullets fly happily!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Several shots were fired in succession, and the bullets stuck to the gap under Zhao Yun's armpit directly bypassed Zhao Yun and flew towards Cheng Lang inside.

"Slime! Defense!" Cheng Lang shouted at the nearby water pipe, but when the words fell, the nearby water pipe did not respond.

He dodged in a hurry, but there was still a bullet that pierced a large hole in his right hand.

"Ah!" Cheng Lang screamed in pain: "Slime!

"Don't scream, it won't come out. Wang Ye plucked out his ears and pointed to the fire truck downstairs with a smile: "The building opposite is on fire, and since just now, the water pipes of all nearby buildings have been emptied by the fire truck." Your slime isn't a sapient creature, and I guess it's struggling to find its way home right now. ”

"You!" Cheng Lang gritted his teeth and glared at Wang Ye, his eyes full of burning anger.

But Wang Ye smiled lightly: "If you have time to stare at me, it's better to pay attention to your back." ”

Cheng Lang turned his head in shock, but saw that Zhao Yun had been surrounded by Luna, Athena, and Marco Polo.

On the other side, a huge minotaur had broken through the ceiling and crawled in from outside the building. It is the contract hero of the army - the Bull Demon.

As soon as it entered, the entire building tilted a few more points under the pressure, making a "rattle" steel bending sound.

"Roar!" the bull demon let out a deafening roar, swinging his big axe and slashing at the head.

"Lord!" Zhao Yun immediately sensed the danger, and he suddenly flew up like a terrifying dragon.

"Heavenly Dragon!" The spear fell from the sky and smashed into the head of the bull demon with a "bang", instantly smashing the three-story behemoth into the eyes of Venus, and the plate axe in his hand was also cut into the air.

Cheng Lang took the opportunity to throw a blue water ball at several trialists, and then heard a "bang", everyone's eyes

They were all enveloped in a layer of blue hallucinations, and a feeling of suffocation blocked their chests, as if they were suddenly in the sea, and there was only the gurgling sound of water everywhere.

"It's a deep-sea phantom!" Nie Shu seemed to have heard of this prop: "Close your eyes and hold your breath for 5 seconds, and this phantom will subside!"

Several trialists did so at the same time, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the blue illusion dissipated like a receding tide, and the ensuing feeling of suffocation immediately dissipated.

"Whew!" several people breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Cheng Lang had already rushed to the door in a hurry, leaving Zhao Yun alone and rushing out of the door.

"Chase!" the army shouted, and chased the other trialists out the door.

Wang Ye, on the other hand, stood quietly in the room, watching the four heroes hunt Zhao Yun.

I have to admit that Zhao Yun's individual strength among many heroes is really outstanding, although he is not higher than others in attributes, but his experience in a hundred battles makes him have more rich combat experience, even if he is surrounded by four people, he still becomes more and more brave. The silver gentian gun burned in the battlefield, and he was covered in blood, but he still did not give up.

Even Wang Ye, an enemy who watched from the sidelines, couldn't help but want to applaud him.

It's a pity that even if he has all kinds of magical powers, he is the end of the hero after all.

From the Eye of Truth, it can be seen that Zhao Yun's life has been declining in the fierce confrontation, and although he has a god-level defensive treasure like Bright Silver Armor, his blood volume is still gradually bottoming out.

"200 points. ”

"100 points. ”

"50 points. ”

"30 points. ”

"Fifteen o'clock. ”

"5 o'clock. ”

Wang Ye stood motionless, his eyes firmly focused on Zhao Yun's blood volume. With Bright Silver Armor's damage reduction, the more HP he loses, the greater the damage reduction effect he gets, and when his HP tends to be empty, normal attacks can only deal him 1 basic damage. He never used the "Light Relief Luo Shang", because this speed of loss of health was more conducive to his timing.

"4 o'clock. ”

"3 o'clock. ”

"2 points. ”

"1 point. ”

Now is the time!

At the moment when Zhao Yun was dying, a thunderous scepter appeared in Wang Ye's hand, and an electric light pierced through the darkness at the fastest speed of light in physics, directly penetrating Zhao Yun's heart, taking away the little life he had left in an instant.

"System prompt: The representative of the Hundred Ghost Night Troop is Wang Ye and his hero kills the hero Zhao Yun (Lancer job introduction). ”

The cold reminder sounded in everyone's recitation, and Wang Ye stood quietly in the dark, the night was slightly cool.

On the other hand, Cheng Lang's heart has sunk into the sea in this bad news, and after losing Zhao Yun, he has almost no chance of victory, and the only thought left is to live.

He ran downstairs along the safety staircase in a panic, and there were some defensive circles left in the staircase, which played a good role in hindering the pursuit of the army and others.

He ran and ran and ran and crawled like an outlaw fugitive.

I stumbled all the way from the 17th floor to the 1st floor.

But when he finally pushed open the door on the first floor, he saw a holy girl in a firefighting uniform walking slowly towards him with a long sword, and there was no trace of emotion in her resolute eyes.

"Who are you!?" Cheng Lang exclaimed.

The girl waved her left hand when she heard the sound, the firefighting suit faded, and a demonic armor reappeared on her.

"Arthur!" Cheng Lang recognized.

Arthur approached step by step in armor, the long sword in his hand glowing with cold light.

"Wait!Arthur!" Cheng Lang suddenly remembered something, his eyes rolled, and he hurriedly said: "Leaning on the strong and bullying the weak, is this your chivalry? Didn't you say before!

"Look!" he pointed at the top of his head with a dry mouth: "Zhao Yun, he's upstairs! Just upstairs! When he defeats those shameless guys, you will have a chance to fight to the death!"

The mouth was foaming between the words, but he was almost insane.

But no matter what he said, Arthur still walked towards him coldly, seemingly unmoved by his words.

"Arthur!" Cheng Lang's heart was completely cold.

I saw Arthur looking down at him coldly, and raised his divine sword at him with a blank face.

"As fate would have it, there was no choice. ”

The sword descended, leaving a faint red in the enchanting night.