One after another, black shadows were differentiated from the original black shadows, and in just an instant, hundreds of black shadows surrounded Wanbao, and a black light was condensed in the hands of each black shadow, and they besieged Wanbao straight.

It seems that there is no intention at all, let Wan Bao say his name.

Wan Bao jumped up, his body shook, the long stick turned by the special magic swung sharply, the rolling stick shadow resisted the black light like a wave, the stick was held in one hand in his left hand, Wan Bao used his own stick technique with one hand to defend, and the other side... But he began to think of a way to pass on the news that he saw and knew.

No matter who it is... Regardless of his own outcome.

He has to pass on what he sees.

The muscles on Wan Bao's body have completely bulged.

This shows that he has begun to use even the last bit of strength.

For the truly strong, the external appearance of the muscular body surface is revealed, and the line display is meaningless.

The loss of control over the fluidity of the body also represents the loss of control over the overall battle situation.

"Unable to deliver a message!"

"It's locked down!"

"What should I do?"

"I can't be in a hurry! I can't be in a hurry, I just need to stall... After a little delay, it is natural that someone will notice that something is wrong. No matter how I say it, I used to be a character, Zhao Wei'an, they will notice me, they will notice that something is wrong with me!" Wan Bao continued to comfort himself, and the long stick in his hand was woven into a big net, wrapping himself firmly.

On the other side, hundreds of black shadows gradually merged into one in the process of walking towards Wanbao, and the original illusory body was actually substantiated, but the whole person seemed to come out of the painting, the feeling of moving from virtual to reality, but it could not give people any sense of beauty.

On the contrary, there is a feeling of being very blocked.

"Are you unwilling?" the shadow finally spoke, his voice hoarse, but with a sharp high-pitched voice.

Wan Bao took a deep breath, exhaled all the turbid energy breath in his body, and then said to the black shadow, "Why? This is a trap, isn't it?"

"Why? aren't you... ！”

"You're talking too much!" said the Shadow.

As soon as the words fell, the black shadow had already struck again.

The terrifying claws seemed to come from the darkest places in the starry sky, and grabbed at Wan Bao fiercely.

A huge crisp sound sounded under Wan Bao's feet, and the space was shattered by Wan Bao's foot, and his body had already slashed into the distance like an arc.

The giant claw swept over Wan Bao's side with a stagger.

Although he was not caught by the devil's claw, the fingertips of the devil's claw passed close to Wan Bao's body, and a spark of sparks flew into his chest, and his chest was already a blur of flesh and blood in an instant.

The mechanical golden lotus flower flew out and protected Wan Bao's body.

Drops of life elixir extracted from the blood of the powerful star beast were sprinkled on his ruptured wound by Wan Bao.

However, this magic medicine, which was originally enough to heal the immortal-level physical injuries, was now difficult to work.

The claw of the black shadow seems to contain some kind of power at the bottom of the rules.

The mere strong vitality cannot make the wound expel that force and then heal the wound spontaneously.

Take out a bullet from your hand.

On this bullet, there are circles of lotus petals carved into it.

Wan Bao poured most of his remaining strength into this bullet.

Then, with both hands, he used his own power to create a sniper rifle and stuffed the bullet into the gun.

Bang!

This bullet, which was very special at first glance, broke away from the muzzle, and then turned into a golden light, slashing towards the black shadow.

The bullet slammed into the black shadow's body with a force that seemed to be irresistible.

However, the bullet in the black shadow's body was like entering an illusory space-time corridor.

kept shuttling back and forth, but it couldn't cause any concrete and real damage to the black shadow.

Obviously, the bullet that Wan Bao regarded as a killer weapon did not play the slightest role at all.

The black shadow seems to have lost all his patience by these 'little tricks' of Wanbao.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out a pitch-black knife from the dark depths of the void.

This knife seems to swallow all the light, and even when the gaze falls on this knife, the vision will be distorted.

Seeing all this out of the corner of Wanbao's eyes, his heart was even more cold.

Although he had known for a long time that he was no match for the man in front of him.

But... Such a big gap, exhausting the hole cards, can not cause any damage to the opponent and hinder the gap... It still makes Wanbao frustrated and desperate.

"Wait! I have something to say!"

"I can cooperate!"

"I'm willing to cooperate!"

"I can... ”

The last few words, Wan Bao has never been able to put out his mouth.

Because, his neck has been cut off with a knife.

Along with the neck, it was cut off together... And his soul.

With this knife, he had no possibility of retreating.

And it is precisely this kind of knife that makes Wanbao's ambitions, those desperations, those plans and plans, those unrealized ambitions, and the dignity that is regained... It's all like a broken dream, dissipating without a trace.

Rumble!

With a slight explosion, Wan Bao's corpse shattered into the most basic particles.

Then it dissipated into nothingness.

From beginning to end, it was as if he had never existed alone.

"A quarter has been released. ”

"Three more! Three more!"

"Wait!"

"Wait!" the dark shadow seemed to be soothing something, and it seemed to be a metaphor for something.

One turned, completely disappearing from the void.

It's as weird as he was when he appeared.

At this time... A battlefield that takes place in the Void.

Zhao Wei'an, who was manipulating Wanjian Mountain in the air, swept the entire battlefield with a keen and sharp gaze.

For a moment, he sensed something, but then he lost that feeling.

He values this intuition.

Because, Bai Fan once told him that the sword cultivators who condensed the truth of the sword into their souls all possessed an instinct like a weapon's perception of danger.

Just like that, the rumored spirit sword can be used to warn in distress.

It is often not the sword that warns, but the keen sword heart.

"Old friend, you have destroyed the psychic network... Is this really the right decision?" Zhao Wei'an stroked the long beard under his lips, stood on top of the void with a fairy wind bone, and then waved his hand and sprinkled immeasurable sword qi.

These sword qi wandered and wandered in the battlefield invisibly and qualitatively.

Serve as his eyes and ears, looking for any suspicious traces and clues.

The battlefield remains chaotic.

The many worlds of Chaos City, which were already a mess, now have such a fuse.

Of course, they will only fight each other, and the conquest will be more ferocious and powerful.

There will be no sudden stop.

And under this extreme killing bloom, those strong people in the name of killing and fighting began to shine their own powerful light by stepping on the bones and blood of the enemy.

Their light is blinding.

even attracted Zhao Wei'an, who was looking for a 'weird' place, so Zhao Wei'an couldn't help but pay more attention to them.