The moon is dark and the wind is high and the night kills.

There was no moon tonight, and the entire Warcraft Forest was shrouded in darkness.

A black porcupine porcupine foraging in the woods, twisting its strong body, leisurely gnawed on the food under it, but with the cracking sound of "click" in the dark night, suddenly, the porcupine porcupine dropped its food, rushed into the bushes in a panic, and disappeared without a trace.

The porcupine pig left in a panic, and a group of black-clothed people poured out of the bushes, exuding a strong killing intent.

It turned out that the porcupine pig was scared away by a strong murderous aura.

Such a scene is not only here, but also all around.

If you look down from the heights, you can see that they are gathering in all directions towards a firelight in the middle.

This is a low-level area of Warcraft, and the Warcraft that haunt here are not powerful, at most they are around the third or fourth level, and there is no difficulty at all for their group.

The firewood is still burning.

Yang Jian's figure looked lonely in the night, but his bright eyes were full of strong killing intent.

If it was before, Yang Jian might not have been able to detect it.

"Five eighth-level powerhouses, sixteen seventh-level powerhouses, and thirty sixth-level powerhouses, in order to kill me, it's really a big deal!"

Yang Jian sneered, with divine sense, everything nearby was in his eyes.

Accepting their challenges during the day is not only for those few things, but also for the dark realm.

At night, Yang Jian was somewhat surprised by the attack of this wave of strong people.

It's just not clear who is behind all this.

Since his rebirth, Yang Jian has offended many people, and now he is being besieged and killed, and there is no surprise at all.

Besides, if someone dies in the Warcraft Forest, who cares.

Even if you care, it is very difficult to find out the murderer.

Yang Jian also knew that the battle of family interests was set in the Warcraft Forest, and casualties were inevitable, which was why the team had to enter

There was a sound of rustling, and many black-clothed people poured out of the woods, surrounding Yang Jian, who was adding firewood to the fire.

These black-clothed people, their eyes are fierce and fierce, and ordinary people look at each other, as if facing the butcher who came out of the Hell Shura, and they can't control the courage to fight.

All the people here today are Papal warriors.

The captain of the team is Lemon, an eighth-level warrior, who is responsible for all the actions of this team.

For such a big deal and intercepting the young man in front of him, Lemmon felt that it was too much, thinking that the church cared too much, and he could easily kill this young man with one of his subordinates.

Lemon did not dare to ask about the order above, and was extremely dissatisfied with the order given by the high priest Maple.

Lao Tzu is an eighth-level powerhouse, and he was sent to besiege and kill a teenager, and he would be laughed at by others when he said it.

"Boy, you're quite calm!" Lemon chuckled in a low voice, "It's a pity, it's all useless, I'm going to break your neck with my own hands!"

"You're going to break my neck?" Yang Jian turned his head and said lightly.

Turning his head, Lemon's subconscious pupils contracted, and he felt incredible, what kind of eyes were this, it was actually from a young man, the cold and bone-chilling coldness, even if it was Lemon, he also felt terrible, as if he fell into an ice cellar and felt chills.

Lemon hurriedly shook off those thoughts in his heart, he was an eighth-level powerhouse, how could he be afraid of a teenager, what the fuck, he must have been exhausted on the chick last night, how could I be afraid of a teenager.

"Boy, you're the calmest person you've ever met, and you don't have to expect anyone to come here to save you, I'll send you to hell as fast as I can, without any pain!" Lemon smirked, clenching his fists lightly, making a clicking sound that brought a palpable fear in the night.

It's a pity that Lemmon's role did not work on Yang Jian.

"Can you tell me who is going to kill me?"

Yang Jian didn't feel any obvious characteristics in them, so he had to ask in this way, he believed that the leader of the lead would not mind saying it.

Lemon was in a bad mood, otherwise he wouldn't have broken the other party's neck to vent his anger.

"Since you want to know so much, I'll let you die to understand!" Lemon doesn't care, behind the Holy See, who dares to offend, "The one in charge of the Bruce family, you give it back to me!"

Sure enough, inside the man in black, a figure walked out with a proud body.

"It's you!"

Hearing the words of the Bruce family, Yang Jian's brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but think of the words that blocked and killed the sect leader, and couldn't help but sigh, there are indeed hidden dangers within the family, and it seems that everything is under the control of his grandfather.

Yang Jian, who was that, immediately guessed the meaning of what he said last time.

In a moment, a familiar figure walked out.

This familiar figure occupies a lot of weight in Yang Jian's original memory.

"Jason, you can't imagine that I will lead someone to intercept and kill you" Molek sneered, "This can only be blamed on you for being too dazzling, the family does not allow people like you to exist, not to mention, my son is still lying in bed now, all this is to blame on you!"

That's right, Morek, who appeared here, was in charge of the family business, and it was also Lyme's father who was injured by Yang Jian.

Molek's strength is not strong, and his strength is only a seventh-level warrior, he controls the family's funds, and has a high status in the family, and he has always been bad for Yang Jian's mother and son.

"I really can't imagine that you will unite with outsiders to kill the disciples of the family, it seems that something big has happened in the family!" Yang Jian stared at Molek, and a majesty was released from his body.

Molek asked for it on his own initiative, just to breathe out of his heart.

"You're quite smart, but it's a pity that next year's day is your sacrifice, and if you dare to hurt my son, this is the price you pay!" Molek was full of confidence at the moment, and turned to Lemon: "Please also ask the adults to help!"

Lemon laughed, "It's a little thing, see how I break his neck!"

Seeing this Molek appear, Yang Jian had already determined something.

"You should be from the Holy See!"

Lemmon was stunned, returned to normal, and clapped his hands, "Smart, we are the people of the Holy See, but you still have to die, if you don't die, our Holy See's plan is not easy to unfold, now, let me die!"

One step out, the heavy momentum paved away, and the punch containing the earth-based fighting spirit made a gas explosion sound, and hit it with a punch.

No one thinks anyone can dodge this punch.

Molek thought the same thing.

Kill Jason and trigger the follow-up, and the family will dominate Snowfall City.

Lemon's casual punch, it was also a punch of an eighth-level powerhouse, even if the other party could compete with a seventh-level powerhouse, but an eighth-level powerhouse, that was a high-level warrior, how could it be so easy to dodge.

The fist wind approached, and Yang Jian's hair fluttered gently.

Seeing that his fist could be slammed into the other party, Lemon suddenly saw the other party and smiled.

It was a confident laugh.

With a little disdain in his smile, Lemon suddenly saw the blue star tiger, made a very humane movement, made a small wink at him, and then stuck out his tongue, and saliva was dripping down.

As a member of the Paladin, a bad thought immediately popped into Lemmon's mind.

A teenager who is calm and calm in the face of himself.

Is it scared?

Or is it full of confidence?

Lemon suddenly realized that he had neglected everything in front of him, this young man was not ordinary.

"Whoosh!"

A white light, a chill came from behind him.

Lemon was a paladin, and his figure dodged to the left, trying to dodge the attack.

It's a pity that Yang Jian's shot was a flying sword.

A close-range killer.

Divine control.

This flash did not hide from the danger, but brought it into danger.

The flying sword left a trail of afterimage, drawing a beautiful white light.

Lemon saw his head fly high, and saw his headless body, was that my body?

Divine sense control, close range, unless it is a ninth-level powerhouse, otherwise rest to avoid the attack of the flying sword.

And this is still a re-refined flying sword.

"Do it!" Yang Jian said coldly.