"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear someone tell you to stop?"

Wang Ye held a big sword in his hand and held Zhao Lin's knife to the death, the big sword was no one else's, it was the sword in the hand of the warrior who was killed just now.

He was calm on the surface, but in fact, he had poured all his strength into blocking this knife, and at the same time, using the copied air flow, Tai Chi's unloading technique, and all the internal force around him, he finally barely resisted this knife.

A trail of blood could be seen coming from the corner of his mouth, drawing red lines onto his chin.

"Lord Supreme!" Elph burst into tears, at least her people were still alive, no matter what.

But anyone can see that Wang Ye's strength is not enough to stop Zhao Lin, and being able to block this knife is already his limit.

"You?" A fire rose from Zhao Lin's chest, and he could see that his face had been distorted by anger, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he said viciously:

"Just an abandoned homeless child, dare to stop Uncle Ben!"

As he spoke, his eyes widened, and Wang Ye felt a concussive force directly oscillating in his chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and fly out, and the big sword in his hand shattered into countless small pieces with a "bang" and scattered all over the ground.

"I didn't want to care about you. Zhao Lin snorted coldly and lifted the big knife and held it behind him: "Since you want to die, I will clean up the garbage for our God Clan." ”

Wang Ye fell to the ground, only to feel an inexplicable sense of oppression instantly pressed his body, that sense of oppression is neither a skill nor an internal force, but it is indeed exerted on him, and the power released by Zhao Lin twice before is exactly the same, Wang Ye does not know where the power comes from, to talk about martial arts, this Zhao Lin's kung fu level is at most a proficient-level sword skill, but with that inexplicable power, it completely suffocates Wang Ye.

In the face of sheer power, skill may not be worth mentioning at all.

At that moment, there was a sudden roar outside, and countless arrows fell from the sky and flew down the smashed walls into the corridor.

When I looked up, I saw that the army of the Moon Clan had returned from the outpost in a black and oppressive manner, and they were followed by the huge Wind God Ancient Tree and the War Ancient Tree, which were bombarding the corridor indiscriminately and indiscriminately.

"Zhai Hu, Erdunzi. Zhao Lin turned his head coldly and glanced at the Yue Clan army in the air with his eyes.

Zhai Hu yawned with his sword and said lazily: "It looks like a swarm of flies." ”

He walked outside with a few steps, his sword raised high.

The dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and then a "click!" sound was heard, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky and fell on his sword, causing his entire sword to be submerged in dazzling thunder.

"Flies, just swatt them to death. Zhai Hu slashed the heavy sword in the air, and the electric light directly turned into a thick thunder whip, which crackled and smashed into the ranks of the Yue Clan, and the elves who were hit by the lightning suddenly fell from the sky in scorched black.

On this side, the big man raised the giant hammer in his hand and smashed it the ground.

The earth cracked, forming a huge crack dozens of meters wide that extended into the distance. Those fallen Moon Clan elves fell directly into the crack and fell into the endless abyss.

Wang Ye looked at the tragic situation in the sky in disbelief, the entire main force of the Yue Clan was actually beaten to pieces by just two people.

"Alright little bastard, let's keep playing. Zhao Lin turned his head with satisfaction and put the big knife in his hand on his shoulder.

Wang Ye knew that he couldn't fight him, so he turned over and got up, and posed in a Tai Chi starting style with both hands. His only chance now is to make full use of Tai Chi's method of using his strength to deal with this Zhao Lin.

"Hahaha, that's right, toys have to know how to resist to be interesting. Zhao Lin raised his head and laughed, his fingers stretched out on the hilt of the knife a few times like playing a piano, and then his face turned pale, and the big knife in his hand slashed horizontally.

Wang Ye immediately leaned back, and his upper body was flattened backwards, dodging Zhao Lin's blade like a Matrix dodging bullets. But even so, a huge force still spread out from the knife and directly pressed him to the ground.

"Hide, hide!

Zhao Lin laughed and turned the big knife in the air a few times, and "whew" another knife came down vertically, Wang Ye rolled on the spot, and a half-meter-wide crack was cut out of the place where he was lying down.

"Hide, hide, hide, I'll let you hide!"

Zhao Lin didn't pause, the sharp big knife slashed at Wang Ye one after another, his knife technique was ordinary, the attack itself was not difficult to dodge, but the difficulty was that his knife was only a visible attack, and outside the knife, there was always an invisible cyclone tearing through everything around him, even if Wang Ye dodged the visible attack, his body was still scratched by those cyclones from time to time.

Seeing that Wang Ye had bloody wounds on his body, blood kept pouring out of the wounds, and if he continued like this, he would soon be unable to hold on.

But suddenly, I don't know who shouted something, and a healing light suddenly shrouded him, causing the wounds in his body to heal a lot in an instant.

Turning his head, he saw that the elven mages of Iruli not far away were raising their staffs one after another, chanting healing spells.

"You ......" Wang Ye was slightly stunned.

"Supreme Treasure, we want to believe that you are the god we really pray for!" Saint Chinkobel stepped forward, and the words in her mouth were repeated, and Wang Ye only felt that his whole body was warm, and the speed of wound healing was greatly accelerated.

"A group of inferior races!Is this a rebellion!?" Zhao Lin angrily raised his broadsword and turned to the magicians of the Iluli clan.

A group of Elgang elven warriors immediately raised their shields to the front row, and with the blessing of earth magic, those shields were guarded by thick rocks.

But under Zhao Lin's understatement, the violent sword wind directly shattered the shields of the first row of soldiers, knocking them to the ground.

"Sometimes I really don't understand you inferior races, who gave you the courage to rebel against God!?" Zhao Lin looked fierce, and the big sword in his hand was raised high.

However, before the knife in his hand could fall, a hysterical scream was heard outside the corridor.

"What!?" he suddenly turned his head, because the voice he was familiar with was none other than his brother Zhai Hu.

Looking back, I saw a bloody hand stretched out from the back of Zhai Hu's heart, which was holding Zhai Hu's heart, obviously pulled in from the front.

Looking in the direction of the hand, a gray-haired young man looked at them expressionlessly, the young man looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he looked sunny, which was the complete opposite of his ruthlessness.

"Who!?" Zhao Lin roared in shock.

Then I saw the young man "snap" and crush Zhai Hu's heart, and then slowly pulled his hand out of Zhai Hu's chest.

"Sometimes I really don't understand you garbage soldiers, who gave you the courage to interfere with my experiments?" the gray-haired boy grinned, learning Zhao Lin's tone.