God of Warcraft

Chapter 1437 Killing Lingxiu
A flash of disdain flashed in the eyes of the healer, Zhan Wuming wanted to go all out, he relaxed even more, although his strength had not fully recovered, but he was not afraid of Zhan Wuming's full blow, in terms of strength, even if he After using his strength many times, he is still stronger than Zhan Wuming.

"Dang...dang..." Amid the two crisp sounds of metal and iron, the spiritual master felt his arms go numb for a while, but Zhan Wuming's figure was shaken to the ground, and the two arms in Zhan Wuming's hands The knife also came loose during his sudden counterattack, and fell to the yellow sand after two clear cries.

The figure of the spiritual master was slashed by Zhan Wuming's full force, and he rushed a few steps, and then he suddenly stabilized his figure, his arms went numb for a while, but he let out a long breath in his heart.Zhan Wuming's hole cards have been exhausted, and all weapons have been dropped. Now Zhan Wuming is like a tiger with claws and claws, and he doesn't pay attention to it at all.

Zhan Wuming has successfully aroused his anger, he didn't want the young opponent in front of him to die easily, as a spiritual practitioner, he has thousands of ways to make the opponent survive but not die, a young and full of energy The soul of fighting spirit can be of great use sometimes.

"You have run out of means. If you are willing to surrender, I may spare your life because you are a talent." The voice of the spiritual master was relaxed, and he wanted to see a proud and strong man standing in front of him. Show a weak look in front of the other party, and then die in despair when the other party is full of hope.

The spiritual master thinks that his words are full of temptation, but Zhan Wuming doesn't seem to care about him at all, but easily bends down to pick up the flying spear and three-handled knives, with contempt and disdain, this attitude makes the spiritual master feel that he Having been greatly insulted, a spiritual cultivator was actually belittled by a mortal, and it was still a naked contempt. Even though the spiritual cultivator cultivated his heart, he couldn't bear the rage in his heart.

"You're courting death..." The healer felt his head congest with blood, and the feeling of anger made him feel like a volcano was about to erupt.

"It's best not to be angry, don't move, so you can live a few more breaths..." Just when the healer was about to make a move, there was an inexplicable magic in Zhan Wuming's voice that calmed him down.

He didn't understand what Zhan Wuming meant, but the young man in front of him in the dark was so calm that he felt as if something had happened to him, an ominous feeling rose in his heart, he felt his clothes were wet, He couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch it. It was wet and slippery. He raised his palm to his nose and sniffed it. A bloody smell made his head buzz and instantly became blank. There was blood on his body. When he was injured, he stretched out his hand to touch it again, and felt that there was more blood on the front of his clothes, and there was an itchy feeling on his neck, as if a small bug had crawled down from his neck, and his hand followed the crawling thing upwards. .A thin trace was felt.

"Ah..." the spiritual master let out a desperate howl, and he found that there was a thin mark on his neck at some point, and the blood on his body seeped out from this thin mark. At the moment of howling, a force suddenly spewed up from his chest, this force went all the way up, and with a bang, his head was actually rushed up by this force, breaking off from the thin mark on his neck.

Until his consciousness completely disappeared, the spiritual master didn't figure out what cut his throat and cut his neck, because he didn't even feel a trace of pain, and in the dark, he couldn't see what Zhan Wuming held in his hand. The small knife that was slowly being inserted into the waist was a small knife with a blade of no more than five inches.

Zhan Wuming ignored the corpse of the spiritual master, but retrieved his gun and knife very quickly, and then put the corpse of the spiritual master and his spiritual sword into his cave magic weapon.In the dark, he didn't know what treasures the spiritual master had. As a spiritual practitioner, there must be some treasures, and he would take a closer look after dawn.

In the darkness, he felt the worms slowly encircle in this direction.At the same time, Anyan and the others were quietly retreating towards the restricted area of ​​life. They heard the desperate howling of the spiritual master, and they were also desperate. They didn't dare to stay here any longer. The enemy here is too strong to be able to contend with, the only thing they can do is to return to the Anbu as quickly as possible, and pass this news to the Spirit Race, the death of the Spirit Master will naturally have a more powerful Spirit Race People deal with it, they are just a group of mortals.

Zhan Wuming didn't care about the departure of An Yan and others. He knew that An Yan would soon find out that what was waiting for them was not hope, but despair...

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Zhan Wuming quickly withdrew from the desert, and Yongba and the others would do the rest, so he didn't need to worry too much. As for the property and treasures that the Dark Tribe traded from the land of the Spirit Race this time, I hope they can be recovered during the cleaning of the battlefield tomorrow. Find it, now he is not interested in searching in the darkness of the desert where insects and demons are rampant.

When Zhan Wuming returned to the meeting place they had agreed upon before, he only saw Yongcai and Yongye and four camel beasts.Seeing the two and the four beasts, Zhan Wuming heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that Yongba and the others had gone there to ambush according to the designated plan.There is no difficulty in dealing with the four of the dark tribe with the strength of seven people, and one injured. If this can't be done well, then the Yong tribe is not worthy of his help.

The battle with the spiritual master was short, but Zhan Wuming almost exhausted his physical and mental strength. This was not a contest of strength, but more of a spiritual contest, which consumed a lot of mental energy.Zhan Wuming is not Zhan Wuming before, at the moment he is just a mortal with a slightly special physique, his physical body is not as strong as the warriors of the Yong Tribe, the only advantage is that his body is full of toughness.

It was pure luck that he was able to kill the spiritual master, because the other party had never faced an opponent like him, and he had chosen the correct tactic from the very beginning, which was to put him to death and then regenerate, with a kind of invincibility. The strong killing intent of death and no return supported him to attack the enemy continuously. Besides attacking or attacking, he never thought of defending at all, which completely disrupted the opponent's attack plan.

As a spiritual cultivator, a spiritual master will never risk his life to fight a mortal. Therefore, Zhan Wuming's life-saving method and the spiritual master's way of avoiding both sides as much as possible. It was also a notch lower, and in the end, the healer was killed by Zhan Wuming.The spiritual master died, and Zhan Wuming almost collapsed.

Zhan Wuming found a quiet place to rest his eyes and closed his eyes. In the dark, Yongcai and Yong Ye couldn't see Zhan Wuming's expression. The most powerful existence.They knew that if there was no Zhan Wuming this time, it would be impossible for them to get these four camel beasts. Just now Zhan Wuming brought back a water magic rhinoceros, which gave them a little more confidence in crossing the wilderness.

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When the sky was slightly bright, Yongba and others came back dragging their tired bodies. Everyone's body was covered with blood. Although it looked a little scary, it was only a flesh wound to the tall Yong tribe warrior.To Zhan Wuming's surprise, Yonghe was actually carrying something on his back.

"Brother Zhan..." Seeing that Zhan Wuming had returned, Yongba and Yonghe finally had smiles on their faces.Although it was a tough battle for them, they didn't suffer any losses. The opponents were completely annihilated and no one was left alive. This is the most important thing.

"Well, you are back!" After resting in the middle of the night, Zhan Wuming's spirit has improved a lot, and he was a little surprised to see the appearance of several Yong tribe fighters.There are only four people in the Dark Tribe who can fight, and one of them was injured by a knife thrown by him before, but the seven elite fighters from the Yong Tribe fought like this, which shows that these people in the Dark Tribe are really tenacious.

"Well, we underestimated them, these people are real fighters!" Yongba said with some embarrassment.They played seven against four, but they fought like this. There is really nothing to say. You must know that the Yong tribe has always been an elite with one against ten, but now seven against four has injured their own people.

"Brother Zhan, I found this from those people. This is your knife..." Yongtai took out a knife from his pocket, and the blood on it had already been wiped clean.

It was the knife that Zhan Wuming entered An Yan's body.At that time, Zhan Wuming thought that he could kill with one blow, but he didn't expect that the opponent was so tenacious, not only survived, but also walked out of the desert to fight with Yongba and others. Of course, he died in the hands of Yongba and others. .

"Thank you, I thought I would never get it back." Zhan Wuming smiled.

Zhan Wuming still lost one, when he shot two small knives, one shot at his face, but he dodged it, and the other shot into his chest.At that time, he felt that the opponent was a master, so he shot two knives in a row, but he didn't expect that he could not kill the opponent with two knives.

"Thanks to your plan, Wuming, it really succeeded..." Yongba said excitedly.

The dark tribe has always been the most powerful tribe among the demons. The warriors of the demon tribe are very powerful and well-equipped. Everyone in Sinling Mountain knows this. The twenty or so elite fighters who had traveled back and forth to the wilderness were wiped out, and if there was no one left alive, even if they went back to the Yong tribe and told them, those people would not believe it was true.

"There were some accidents, but it's okay, have you cleaned up the traces of the battle?" Zhan Wuming asked seriously.

"Everything has been cleaned up, everything on them was taken out and thrown into the lair of the worm demon, everything has turned into worm poop..." Although Yongsheng was slightly injured, he was very excited at the moment.

"Well, well done, we can't stay here longer, since they are coming back from the land of the spirit race, the people of the dark tribe almost know when they will come back, and someone will come to meet them soon, if they are really caught by them If we meet, it will be troublesome, so, before the sky is completely bright, let's set off immediately." Zhan Wuming said in a deep voice.

"Well, what Wuming said is right, it's very possible, then let's set off immediately. By the way, I found this." Yonghe said, suddenly thought of something, and sent a bunch of things on his back to Zhan Wuming.

Zhan Wuming looked astonished, didn't understand what was going on, reached out and tore the package open, seeing the contents of the package, Zhan Wuming was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)