Whew!

All kinds of magic struck in the direction where Yang Long was, and every second, seven or eight magic balls exploded nearby. Yang Long dragged Lin forward with one hand, and waved a broken sword that looked like a door panel relative to him with the other, either slapping or blocking the magic one by one.

However, there were too many flying magic, and there were at least more than twenty meters away from the entrance of the underground dark room, Yang Long needed to be distracted to protect Lin on the one hand, and constantly kill the zombies in the magic barrage, which was inevitably a little overwhelming. Less than seven or eight meters away, two magic balls exploded beside him, breaking one of Lynn's arms and elbows.

At the same time, Yang Long, who was in the explosion area, was not very comfortable, although he had the physical strength equivalent to that of a third-order zombie, the magic ball condensed by an ordinary warlock could not blow up Yang Long's tough skin. However, as a living human being, Yang Long still needed to breathe, and the magic balls that exploded one after another made the air in the hall very turbid, and Yang Long felt very depressed.

"It's really unpleasant" There has never been a time when he was beaten and didn't fight back, and the warlocks of the Cursed God Sect were smashing wildly for a while, and a nameless fire gradually rose in Yang Long's heart.

Looking at Lynn's broken elbow, there wasn't much blood flowing. And Lynn's face had now turned gray, and her eyes seemed to be drowsy after staying up for days and nights. By all indications, the girl is not long from being fully mutated.

After visually measuring the distance, Yang Long found that if he continued to move forward, he might be able to survive with his physical strength, but Lin, who was about to transform into a zombie, could not be spared. The endless barrage of magic must be stopped before it is possible for her to enter the underground chamber completely.

After thinking about it, Yang Long roared angrily, let go of the dragging Lin and let him fall. He took a few steps forward, completely ignoring the magic barrage that exploded everywhere on his body, holding the end of the hilt of the broken sword with both hands, and spun around the broken sword in place like throwing a discus, and after accumulating enough strength, he let go of his hands and threw the broken sword in the direction where the cursed god warlock was standing dozens of meters away.

At the same time, at the moment when he stood still, Yang Long's right hand moved with five fingers like playing a pipa, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from the whole hand. The five paths were about the thickness of an adult's arm, and they rushed towards the warlocks, and in an instant, the broken sword that flew out first, hitting the Cursed Cult Warlocks head-on.

After doing all this, Yang Long immediately reflexively picked up Lin, who had fallen into a coma, and had no idea of checking the results at all, and shot towards the underground dark room. At the same time, seven or eight second-order or third-order zombies also followed Yang Long, flying in a semicircular encirclement.

Laugh at!

The warlocks, who were silently chanting spells and casting magic spells, were completely unsuspecting, only to hear a piercing sound of air piercing, and before they could react, they were hit by qi. Most of the Cursed Cultists here were at the third and fourth orders, and the magic shields they cast were completely unable to stop the piercing of qi, and the invisible magic shields were shattered after a slight moment.

Bo Bo!

The sound of water bubbles shattering sounded, and each ray of energy could shatter the magic's magic and pass through their bodies until it had penetrated the crowd for more than ten meters, before dissipating into the air. Suddenly, the forty or fifty members of the Cursed God Cult who were originally standing together lay down in a large area because of this attack.

Just when the warlocks who survived the death came to their senses and had not yet recovered from the horror. But I saw a broken sword that was as blue and purple as a door panel, and it had already flown in front of the crowd with a whirlwind, slashing into the crowd diagonally like cutting tofu. The warlock who had not been killed by qi strength before, in front of this broken sword that seemed to be ready to shatter at any time, did not have the slightest ability to resist, and was attacked by all ends of the breath.

"Ahh

"Pss

"Help, help."

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In just a few seconds, more than thirty warlocks lost their lives. And the remaining twenty or so warlocks, most of them also had missing arms and legs on the ground and howled in pain, and the warlocks who were lucky not to be injured were also a little frightened, and the magic tower looked a little desolate and desolate for a while.

As a seventh-order ice mage, Malerki was lucky, Yang Long's hasty attack only selected a general direction, and did not target specific individuals, so as the leader of the warlocks, he was not hit by any attack. Hearing the screams of his subordinates, Malki's already pale face turned even paler, and his anger continued to rise and roll in his chest, and he had to find a way to vent.

Although low-level mages seem to have no resistance to other professions, once they enter the high-level strength, the destructive combat power of magic professionals will skyrocket. Malecchi didn't think those two attacks could break his magic shield, and he was angry at the vulnerability of his men and the contempt for him.

"Damn it," he said, gritting his teeth, as Maleki looked up at the Magic Tower, which was close to complete destruction. A short figure with a woman in his arms dodged and moved under several zombie attacks, and was about to drill into an underground entrance a few meters away, and the ice mage who had no time to release the strong ** technique raised his right hand and stretched out and grabbed it: "Ice Explosion!"

Yang Long, who was running, was bathed in blood all over his body, because he couldn't kill the zombies around him because he was running with Lin, and he had tried his best to dodge in just a few tens of meters, but he was still caught many times by the claws of the undead creatures. There were wounds all over his back, face, and arms, and although the injuries were not serious due to the strength of his body, the blood that flowed out made him look very embarrassed.

"Uh" Yang Long snorted, his back was scratched by a claw again, and the experience of being attacked hundreds of times could already be judged that the zombie that scratched himself this time almost had the strength of a third-order lower body. Forcibly enduring the unbearable discomfort of the itching in his back, Yang Long used the strength of his feet to speed up again, and ran towards the entrance of the underground dark room a few meters away.

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and more than ten meters above the ground behind Yang Long, a flickering silver ice ball suddenly appeared, and in less than a second, it expanded from the size of a sesame seed to a huge coconut fruit. At the same time, there was a bang, and the ice ball exploded, and the shattered ice chips flew everywhere with a powerful impact.

Snort!

The flying ice chips completely destroyed the walls of the magic tower, which were already broken walls, and the inner walls made of jade and the outer walls made of masonry were as if they were nothing, and were instantly pierced by the ice chips that shimmered with ice and shadow. No matter what rank the zombies in the hall were, they were all instantly stabbed into a sieve by the dense burst of ice chips, and they were killed again on the spot.

Burst!

At the same time, Yang Long, who stepped into the basement stairs with one foot, was also hit by an icicle that was almost two fingers thick!