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Under the repeated attacks of the Warcraft army, under Yang Ling's watchful eye, Salvador was struggling to parry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Although he was not seriously injured, his spirit was tense, highly tense, and thrilling!What to do?Look at the endless demonic beasts, look at the horned bee beasts that sly retreat with a single blow, and the spiders that chase after each other, Salvador hesitated. If you dodge and retreat like this, you may have lost blood and died before you can withdraw from the forest, but it is even more dangerous to leave behind to fight back. It's definitely not a good choice for a killer. At the moment of hesitation, Salvador felt a flower in front of him, and a black shadow appeared out of thin air. Shocked, the blood elf dagger subconsciously swayed, and the body instinctively to one side. After a crisp sound of 'ding', it narrowly blocked Yang Ling's lightning-like dagger, but on his back, the tarantula king who fell from the sky took the opportunity to tear off a large piece of flesh alive, and the blood flowed like an infusion. A killer is a killer, and his reaction is much faster than that of Santiago, who is a sword saint! After missing the blow, Yang Ling quickly retreated, and after hiding, he commanded the army of demonic beasts to attack and surround the injured Salvador. Originally, he thought that he could kill the black-clothed killer in front of him with one blow like he attacked Santiago. Unexpectedly, the other party's reaction was so fast, he deserved to be a first-class killer! After secretly observing, he understood that the strength of this leading killer was extraordinary, whether it was the astonishing speed or the teleportation-like wind acceleration magic, none of them were under the heavenly killer who ambushed him on the edge of the Truss Forest that day. If it weren't for the help of the Warcraft army, if it weren't for the fact that the other party didn't dare to fight, maybe he wouldn't know who would kill the deer! Yang Ling was taken aback, and at the same time, Salvador was even more frightened into a cold sweat. Intelligence said that Yang Ling was a summoner, but I didn't expect his speed to be so fast, let alone that his attack was so sharp! Is this teleportation magic, or the sword saint's swift step? After repelling a few horned bee beasts, he cautiously and slowly retreated, carefully capturing the energy fluctuations in the air, lest Yang Ling suddenly come out of the shadows again. The most important thing for a first-class killer is not the strength of the fighting energy in his body, nor the depth of his magic power, but his sensitive perception. As a Heavenly Rank killer, Salvador was naturally no exception, his high vigilance and instantaneous instinctive reaction allowed him to dodge Yang Ling's fatal blow. After smelling the growing smell of blood on Salvador's body, the attacks of the Warcraft army became even more frenzied. The horned bee beasts swooped down in turn, sometimes going straight to the vital point of Salvador's body, and sometimes shooting a dense stinger, and the tarantula king commanded the spider army to chase after him, spewing out a mouthful of deadly venom to dodge the attacks of the monster army and constantly raise Yang Ling's surprise attack, and in an instant, Salvador was miserable. In the blink of an eye, there were several deep scars on his body, covered in blood. After advancing to the intermediate Earth Witch and mastering the Earth Dun and Mu Dun Witches, Yang Ling's strength has long been different. In the densely wooded forest, under the careful ambush of the army of Warcraft, not to mention encountering a Heavenly Rank Killer, even if you encounter a Holy Rank, it is not without the power to fight. As an experienced killer, Salvador is very strong, but after carelessly stepping into a carefully laid ambush circle, he is also unable to parry, and it is thrilling. Yang Ling believes that as long as the time of half a pillar of incense passes, even if he doesn't make a move, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the other party to hold on. During this period of time, the army of demonic beasts has devoured a large amount of mysterious white mist in the space of the Witch Tower, and its strength has become stronger and stronger day by day. Although they have not evolved to the next level, their combat effectiveness has been greatly improved, and their cooperation with each other has become more and more tacit. Even if he didn't take action in person, Yang Ling was confident that he would command the Demon Beast army to consume the killer in front of him alive. Just as Yang Ling was waiting for an opportunity to move, and Salvador was getting more and more nervous, suddenly, a magic arrow appeared in the air in the distance, followed by a faint sound of shouts and footsteps. At the same time, two snow-white Golmai vultures flew into the sky, and it seemed that enemy reinforcements had arrived quickly. With a long whistle and a reminder of his location to the reinforcements, Salvador breathed a sigh of relief, no longer blindly retreating, and defended with all his might. As long as you hold on for a moment, the other side will have to retreat, and it is not too late to find an opportunity to counterattack. What should I do, could it be that I just let go of this guy who is chasing after him in vain? Seeing the other party's reinforcements approaching quickly with torches, Yang Ling frowned and thought hard about a good strategy. It's a long way to go to Weisen Town, and it's not a way to blindly flee for your life, and the other party can know your whereabouts at any time with the Gelmai vulture in the sky, and send troops to chase and intercept it. Only by fighting back from time to time can it have a deterrent effect, so that the other party does not dare to push too far, and then disintegrate the other party's determination and courage to chase and kill him, and successfully return to the Warcraft Territory. When the opponent's vigilance is at its lowest, it is the most ideal time to attack! Looking at Salvador, who was covered in blood and gritted his teeth under the siege of the Warcraft army, and then looked at the reinforcements that the other party was getting closer and closer, Yang Ling had an idea. Command the beasts to launch a final round of fierce attacks, and then command them to retreat quickly, deliberately creating the illusion of a hasty retreat. But he held his breath and sat cross-legged behind a bush and did not move. Try your best to restrain the fluctuations of magic power in your body, watch for Salvador's movements through the gaps between the bushes, and wait for the time to strike. Seeing the opponent's army of demonic beasts disappear into the depths of the dense forest like a tide, he repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing unusual nearby, and after waiting for the samurai who came to help first appeared more than twenty steps away, Salvatore finally breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning against a large tree, he took a few deep breaths, then took out a bottle of potion and a few rags from the package he was carrying, ready to bandage the wound briefly. Thinking of the lightning-fast horned bee beast and the dense tarantula with no end in sight, the sharp spikes on the sting vampire bats and the deadwood warriors, and Yang Ling's strange speed and sharp attacks, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva with difficulty, and his scalp tingled for a while. Over the years, he had seen a sword master with a fierce fighting spirit who dared to break into the poisonous dragon pool alone; he had seen a demon master with profound magic power, who could kill a heavy cavalry brigade with a single person; however, he had never seen such a terrifying summoner as Yang Ling! The other party was by no means as simple as a summoner, it could be said that he was a top killer who was faster than the sword master and whose attacks were more weird and sharp than the killers of the heavenly ranks! After scolding the guy who provided information a few words, Salvador gritted his teeth, sprinkled the medicinal powder on the bleeding wound, and then picked up the broken steps and bandaged it. However, just as he was about to tie the knot, suddenly, a strange energy fluctuation came from behind him. Before he could react, a sharp dagger burst through his body. First, there was a sharp pain that pierced the heart, and then there was a numb feeling, and the head was spinning with a whirlwind. "It's not good, it's poisonous!" Realizing that something was wrong, Salvador instinctively bowed his head and bent over, hoping to get out of the way. Unfortunately, it was too late! After a flash of silver light, he felt a tingling pain in his throat and blood spurted wildly. Not far away, the reinforcements' eyes were red, and they rushed over frantically; the sky was pitch black, and the neighing of Germai's vultures and the roar of the reinforcements could be faintly heard. After pinching a witch duel, he instantly appeared behind the defenseless Salvador, and the sharp dagger pierced his heart, and then slashed his throat with a 'swish'. To ensure that the blow was fatal, he smeared the dagger with snake venom left behind by Medusa before attacking. Sure enough, even the Heavenly List Killer couldn't resist this poison, and he was instantly numb and sluggish. After casually picking up the opponent's Blood Spirit dagger and package, Yang Ling coldly glanced at the reinforcements that the other party was frantically rushing over, and then quickly left. It wasn't until he disappeared into the depths of the jungle that Salvador, whose throat was bleeding, fell to the ground with a 'snap', his eyes wide as if he couldn't see it. Hurry, it's too fast! Look at Salvador, who is dead, and then look at the direction where Yang Ling disappeared, the black-clothed people who came to help all had numb scalps, and their hairs stood on end, and no one dared to take the lead in chasing them. Before, when they heard that Yang Ling had killed Santiago, who was a Sword Saint, at His Majesty's birthday banquet, they were still skeptical, thinking that it was just an accident. But when they witnessed Yang Ling's one-hit killing, and simply killed El Salvador, no one doubted Yang Ling's strength. Lightning-fast speed, sharp attacks, and cold eyes are not even opponents of the Heavenly Ranking Killer Salvador, let alone ordinary people. Although his strength was outstanding, the leader of the men in black asked himself that he was not Yang Ling's opponent, and recklessly leading people to chase him down would only increase casualties. "Perhaps, only poison is the opponent of the target, withdraw, hurry up and report to the president!" After a moment of silence, the leader of the men in black decisively ordered a retreat. "Poison?, my lord, are you talking about the poison that has the most hope of advancing to the Night Pupil Killer?" Shocked, the people in black looked at the leader suspiciously. Poison is the most powerful top master of the association, and it is said that he has almost broken through the realm of the Holy Order, and he is the most promising master to advance to the Night Pupil Killer for thousands of years. In recent decades, no one except the chairman and other high-ranking officials know his whereabouts, and even, no one knows his true face. "Yes, the average Heavenly Rank Killer is no longer the opponent of the target. If you want to complete the task successfully, perhaps, you can only ask the legendary poison to take action!" Looking at the black forest, thinking of the elusive Yang Ling, the leader of the men in black subconsciously quickened his pace as he spoke, leading everyone to withdraw from the dense forest as quickly as possible, waiting for the arrival of reinforcements.

(To be continued)