Surprisingly, this tenth-order tracking ranger did not resist or dodge, but raised his head to face Yang Long, and cursed lightly in his mouth: "Don't think you won, our guild will definitely be"

Smack-

Like a smashed watermelon, the Tenth-Order Ranger's mind was blasted with a punch, and blood splattered around along with Bai Huahua's brain.

Boom -

Then there was a loud bang, and a ball of fire that reached a height of twenty meters engulfed Yang Long in its entirety, and the blazing temperature instantly burned the corpse of the Night Elf to ashes, leaving a large pit of seven or eight meters on the ground.

Obviously, this tenth-order ranger, knowing that he was going to die, first arranged the explosion trap that would end up together, and then used the magic communicator to pass on the information about Yang Long.

I have to say that this is the only action that these adventurers can make that will threaten Yang Long, after all, to face the entire adventurer guild, the current Yang Long is still a little insufficient, let alone a large guild like "Starfire".

However, as far as the battle at this time is concerned, it is undoubtedly that Yang Long has won a comprehensive victory.

When the gunpowder smoke from the explosion lasted for two or three minutes and dissipated, Yang Long's body, which was still shrouded in cyan mist and looked like the fog could collapse at any time, reappeared in the field.

Click

Step by step, walking out of the pit formed by the explosion, Yang Long walked towards the orc warrior who had chosen to dodge at the beginning of the eight adventurers with combat effectiveness.

As a berserker, after entering a berserk state. You will also be frightened by the enemy's killing frenzy, which sounds very funny to ordinary professionals, but it does happen to adventurers.

"It seems that rational rage is not a good thing!" Yang Long thought with malice in his heart, and approached the terrified orc warrior step by step, his eyes obscured by the mist, looking at the enemy without any obstacles.

Yang Long, who was shrouded by the cyan air flow at the beginning, was actually in a vague state of relying on instinct to fight, he could know very clearly what he had done, but he could not effectively control his body.

That's kind of weird. But it's in a wonderful state. It's like an out-of-body experience.

And when the Shadow Priest's spiritual whipping connected to Yang Long's body, the incomparably intense pain brought Yang Long out of this vague state. He regained control of his body.

At this time, Yang Long found out. The original air flow in the body. In less than five minutes, seventy-seven eighty-eight were consumed, and only less than twenty percent of the dark energy remained. But it is still disappearing in large numbers.

Obviously, the dark energy of this state is a very explosive and extremely fast way of fighting.

Therefore, the reason why Yang Long walked slowly was to take advantage of the exhaustion of dark energy, and to familiarize himself with this terrifying and lethal dark energy operation method as much as possible.

Every second, Yang Long is more familiar with and controlled this form.

But the orc warriors not far away didn't know that Yang Long was in his heart now, and after seeing the figure shrouded in mist walk in, he shuddered in his heart, and grabbed the prisoner who was thrown on the ground at the beginning and blocked it in front of his chest: "Don't come here, or I will slaughter this woman!"

After being devastated and looking like a puppet, Lucy, after watching Yang Long's almost brutal battle the whole time, finally appeared with hope in her big eyes, and she struggled violently even though she didn't have limbs.

It was not that he had the hope of being rescued, but that he had a desire to die after all the enemies had been killed.

"Well, I'm almost running out of energy. Yang Long walked more than thirty meters away from the orc warrior, and after feeling this dark mimic airflow operation technique again, he looked at Lucy's determined eyes, and suddenly pounced forward with a kick.

Snort-

As soon as the orc warrior's face showed a shocked expression at the sound of the air being torn, Yang Long's attack had already hit, and his entire right hand directly penetrated Lucy's naked body, and pierced into the orc warrior's chest, grabbing his throbbing heart.

"Ho" The tortured woman's body trembled, her eyes showed no regrets, and she slowly closed her eyes.

The orc warrior spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his hands subconsciously let go of Lucy and grabbed Yang Long, but he was blocked by the cyan mist on Yang Long's body, and begged for mercy with difficulty: "Don't"

Smack-

In response, he grasped the palm of his hand, and the entire heart was directly scratched, and a large amount of blood shot out from the orc's chest, in the hole formed after Yang Long pulled out his arm, and after spraying Yang Long's body, it was rebounded to other places by the cyan airflow.

"It's finally over. Yang Long looked around the entire messy battlefield and the corpses of adventurers who were either complete or mutilated, and at the same time he was full of emotion in his heart, he once again gave birth to joy: "I didn't expect the dark energy to be able to reach this level!"

In addition to the adventurers who were killed by one blow, several other adventurers who were attacked by the dark energy into their brains and rolled on the ground were also in a frenzy of self-harm, and they persisted for a few minutes before dying.

Feeling the dark energy in his body that was close to exhaustion, Yang Long vaguely felt that even in the current state of dark energy, there were more and stronger changes, waiting for him to discover little by little.

"It's really a martial sea!" shook his head and smiled with some self-deprecation, Yang Long's heart moved and took the initiative, and the cyan mist that had become thin seemed to melt and returned to his body.

Then Yang Long's total dark energy, which was only less than four percent left, suddenly rebounded to a certain extent, and when it reached almost one-tenth of the total amount of airflow, it could be stagnant.

This phenomenon surprised Yang Long again, you must know that the previous energy, and even the dark energy of the previous life, cannot be recovered after being used, and the current dark energy can do this, which undoubtedly strengthens Yang Long's ability to fight sustainably.

Yang Long, who was in the state of concretization of dark energy, did not get better in the slightest from the original injuries in his body, but there was no sign of deterioration.

Now that he had regained his dark energy, Yang Long felt a tingling pain in his back, and hurriedly activated the holy light energy to heal all the damage caused in the battle, and even the front tooth that had been knocked out grew back.

Stretching his limbs comfortably, Yang Long's body made a crackling sound, and after a pause, he turned his head as if he remembered something and looked in a certain direction a hundred meters away.

The bloodless and terrified female troll happened to be leaning against the foot of a large tree.

"Hehehe" Yang Long laughed maliciously, raising his legs and walking towards the risk-taker who had no power to resist, he was already imagining in his mind how to torture the other party in all kinds of cruel ways.

However, before Yang Long walked ten meters away, he suddenly felt something in his perception, and suddenly looked up at the sky directly above, with a slight surprise in his eyes: "This feeling is a pseudo-super-level powerhouse?!"

A few minutes ago, it was seven or eight hundred meters above everyone's heads.

Just as Yang Long was killing the Ice Mage and then being attacked by the Shadow Priest in exchange for injury, two professionals each riding an armored griffin, each holding a monocular, closely watched the battle below.

"Mr. Worthen-Flymore, it looks like an adventurer is fighting. On the left, a young man in his early twenties, dressed in ornate plate armor and with brown hair, said to the old man beside him.

The old man known as Worthon Fleemore, dressed in a leather suit, shook his head a little uncertainly, waved his hand and motioned for the young man to continue watching: "Mr. Hammond Clay, it's not clear yet. ”

Hammond Clay was a little unimpressed with Worthon Fleemore's opinion, although he looked like a stunned young man who had just entered the battlefield, but in fact he was already a sixty-five-year-old pseudo-super-level powerhouse.

The two who had just arrived did not see the scene of Yang Long releasing the ice magic before, Yang Long's strength to be attacked by adventurers and be able to kill the enemy one by one made this young pseudo-super-rank powerhouse have a wrong judgment.

Although Hammond Clay's strength level is only the bottom of the pseudo-super rank, and he only reached the lower level of the thirteenth order last year, he can be regarded as a genius in terms of his personal age.

Of all the creatures in Azeroth, except for the bronze dragon who controls time, no creature can change its appearance, and from the external performance of a strong man's age and the comparison of strength, an accurate conclusion can be drawn.

That is, the stronger the genius, the younger the appearance will appear.

Although according to the growth line of the human powerhouses in Azeroth, the vast majority of the top-level powerhouses are basically able to successfully advance around the age of forty, but it is very difficult to cross the dragon gate of the peak of the twelfth order and enter the pseudo-super level.

Basically, ninety-nine percent of the top level powerhouses will be stuck on this step, and they will not be able to advance an inch in their lifetime.

Take the recent example as an example, Worthon Vleymore is a representative, this old thief only took forty-four years to become a twelfth-order peak thief, but after a hundred years, he has not advanced to the pseudo-super rank.

More than ten years ago, in a fortuitous battle, Worthon Vleemore successfully advanced to the pseudo-super rank, but his age of more than one hundred and fifty years has made it impossible for his body to fade.

Just as the two pseudo-super-rank powerhouses were talking in the sky, Yang Long below quickly ended the battle, and when he noticed the existence of the two, he raised his head violently.

"Is it him?!" Watson-Freemore frowned, and looked at it carefully for a few moments before he was surprised

(To be continued......)