"Die!"


    Within the interweaving of thunder and fire, a sound came out, full of evil spirit. Wang Ling''s attack bombarded Wan Zhiyang back, and then a figure rushed out of the collapse of thunder and fire.


    It was as if the sky came from the void. The spear first pierced the package of thunder and fire, and Wang Ling''s body followed closely, shooting at Wan Zhiyang falling in the air like an arrow in the sky.


    Wang Ling is ready to kill Wan Zhiyang under his spear.


    The power of thunder and fire attack was extremely strong. Wan Zhiyang was directly attacked. After resisting for more than ten seconds, he finally exhausted his strength and lost the blessing of fighting energy. The iron body could not continue to maintain. The cold silver gray luster of the metal quickly subsided, revealing the original flesh and blood again.


    Wan Zhiyang''s double arm bones seemed to be bombarded by a hammer, and bursts of repressed pain came out, just like they were broken. This feeling made Wan Zhiyang understand that his double arm bones were definitely cracked. Although his arms could still move, they could not exert force, otherwise the bones would crack more seriously and even completely.


    But at this time, Wan Zhiyang felt that he was locked and locked in the mid air fall. It was a sharp and sharp breath, firmly locked him, with a determination to kill.


    Wan Zhiyang knows that if he is hit by this blow, the probability of death is very high.


    "Spell it!"


    As soon as he gritted his teeth, Wan Zhiyang finally chose to break the bones of his arms between the broken bones of his arms and the gains and losses of his own life. After all, the broken bones of his arms can still recover in this era, but he suffered some hardships. But if he lost his life, it would be completely finished. This is not a game. He can''t revive and start again.


    Holding back the pain in his arm, Wan Zhiyang clenched his teeth, crossed his arms again, and the little fighting energy left in his body was mobilized again to flow to his arms.


    For a moment, a tearing pain like blade cutting and sawtooth cutting and rotation swept through his body from his arms. This pain immediately made Wan Zhiyang tremble, his eyes blackened and his head dizzy. He almost fainted.


    It turned out that not only the bones of both arms cracked, but also the muscles of both arms seemed to be torn, otherwise it would not be so painful.


    "It''s over."


    Such an idea flashed through Wan Zhiyang''s heart.


    There was little fighting energy left, and his arms were seriously injured, which made it difficult for him to play. In the face of this blow, he couldn''t dodge and resist. There was only a dead end.


    At the thought of this, Wan Zhiyang''s heart was covered with a layer of death. With the sharp and fierce breath of the spear, his whole body seemed to be penetrated by thousands of acupuncture attacks, and gradually fell, as if falling into an endless abyss. The sickle of death was lying on his neck.


    At the same time, Wan Zhiyang''s heart filled with strong reluctance to die like this.


    But, has been unable to return to heaven.


    The spear hissed and pierced the sky, leaving a straight line.


    The spear tip of the spear is already close to Wan Zhiyang. With such a small distance, it can break Wan Zhiyang''s arms and stab him in the chest.


    "Commander!"


    "It''s dangerous, captain."


    "Commander, get out of the way."


    At this moment, Wang Ling was about to kill Wan Zhiyang. Suddenly, it seemed that someone appeared.


    With the bang of the bell, Wang Ling only felt that her spear had been hit by something. A distance spread all over the spear body and passed it to his hands, which made his hands slightly numb. The fatal blow stabbing Wan Zhiyang was swung away.


    After landing, Wang Ling looked ahead, Wan Zhiyang''s figure disappeared. After another sweep, Wan Zhiyang appeared impressively on the other side. Standing with Wan Zhiyang, it was the middle-aged man in black, who still narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled as if nothing.


    His index fingers were still flicking gently.


    Wang Ling can be sure that just now, it was the middle-aged man in black who opened his must kill blow and saved Wan Zhiyang.


    The middle-aged man in black was very fast. After blocking Wang Ling''s attack, he took Wan Zhiyang aside. Wang Ling''s face sank, but he didn''t attack again. His intuition told him that this seemingly insignificant middle-aged man in black was an expert, an expert he couldn''t resist.


    Since the middle-aged man in black will appear here with Wan Zhiyang, of course, he won''t watch Wan Zhiyang be killed.


    "Thank you, thank you very much..." Wan Zhiyang was very grateful to Wang Mingwen for saving his life from hell to heaven.


    The middle-aged man in black also grasped the opportunity very well. He saved Wan Zhiyang in a critical moment. If he had done it earlier, he could also save Wan Zhiyang. However, he could not make Wan Zhiyang feel that he would die, so he could not get Wan Zhiyang''s deep gratitude.


    If the shot is a little slow, it takes less than a second, Wan Zhiyang will be killed, and he can''t save it.


    For the ability of the middle-aged man in black to grasp the opportunity, Tang fan secretly nodded and affirmed.


    In addition, I feel a little satisfied with the current affairs of the middle-aged people in black.


    After all, the middle-aged man in black is not good at first sight. If he chooses to attack Wang Ling directly, he can not only save Wan Zhiyang, but also kill Wang Ling at the same time.


    However, the middle-aged man in black has scruples about the existence of Tang fan and others, and can''t see through the strength of Tang fan and others. There is a sense of mystery in his heart, which makes him have scruples. Because of scruples, there will be pressure in his heart. With pressure, the middle-aged man in black doesn''t dare to kill Wang Ling at will.


    Killing Wang Ling and just saving Wan Zhiyang are two very different concepts.


    The latter is a normal practice, but the former may trigger the anger of Tang fan and others, so that they can make a move.


    The middle-aged man in black admits that he likes to hunt the strong, but he also knows that he can''t provoke those who can''t see through at will. If he is not careful, he will lose his life, which is not worth the loss.


    He not only has the mentality of pursuing stimulation, but also has a cautious mentality. The combination of the two makes him a powerful assassin.


    In fact, at the moment when the middle-aged man in black moved, Tang fan, Qin Taisheng and Qin Bingxin had felt it, but they had no intention to do it, because the goal of the middle-aged man in black was not Wang Ling.


    On the other hand, even if the middle-aged man in black saved Wan Zhiyang, the head of the Montenegro regiment, it still can not change the fact that if Tang fan wants the Montenegro regiment to disappear completely, the Montenegro regiment will disappear and cannot be reversed. (to be continued, please visit www.qidian.com for more chapters and support the author and genuine reading!)