"Damn it!"

Felder yelled.?? Eight Chinese Net? ≤≠≈．≥８≥

The fissure in Felder's abdomen, regenerated in a degree visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also knew that it was impossible to kill Felder with one or two swords.

A master like Felder has a strong ability to resist hits, and he can also regenerate.

"The Dark Paladins of the Dark Legion are nothing more than that......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were fixed on Felder and said indifferently.

After speaking, Zhang Xiaoqiangren moved with the shadow, rushed towards Felder, raised his hand, waved his sword, and killed Felder with a bright sword light.

"Elika, Jack, help me ......"

Felder shouted.

Necromancer Irica rushes out.

Illica and Jack didn't expect Zhang Xiaoqiang to be so strong, and even the Dark Paladin Felder couldn't pass a few moves under him.

They won't let Zhang Xiaoqiang kill Felder smoothly.

With one less Felder, Zhang Xiaoqiang will have one less opponent.

What's more, Felder is not the same as Daniel.

Behind Felder is the Army of Darkness.

As soon as the black umbrella in Illika's hand was propped up, there was a buzzing sound, and a black mist shot out from the black umbrella.

This black mist pierced through the sky and killed Zhang Xiaoqiang.

The black mist emitted by Elika's black umbrella is not the same as the murderous black mist slashed by Felder's dark cross.

Irica's black umbrella black mist, with the power of a curse and the aura of death, was the necromantic aura cultivated by a necromancer.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was not far away from being contaminated with the necromantic black mist, and his body flashed in the air, avoiding Elika's necromantic black mist.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaoqiang's body rushed towards Irica with a sword-like degree.

Zhang Xiaoqiang slapped Ilika in the air.

A cyan palm shadow rushed out of Zhang Xiaoqiang's palm and turned into a giant blue palm in the air.

"Smack!"

The giant cyan-light palm struck Illika's ass and beat it solidly.

Irica's body was slapped and flew away.

"Demon girl, your ass is itchy, and the master will tickle you......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang smiled faintly.

Irica is ashamed and angry, she's a necromancer, a necromancer of the Necromancer's Society.

Spanking her and saying it's tickling her?

Even in the Necromantic Society, no man was so bold as to dare to humiliate her like this.

This Huaxia kid really ate the guts of a bear's heart and a leopard, and dared to tease her like a necromancer.

"Looking for ...... Death"

Irica waved the black umbrella, a purer and richer necromantic black mist, towards Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Inside this necromantic black fog are thousands of undead spirits from the Western world.

These undead are constantly writhing, rolling, biting, and hissing sounds, hideous and terrifying.

"I don't know if the Jiuli urn can accept the undead of the West......"

A very bold idea popped up in Zhang Xiaoqiang's head.

Just do it when you think of it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately sacrificed the Jiuli urn.

"Boom ......"

The entrance of the Jiuli urn roared towards the black mist of the necromancy.

The next moment, it was wonderful.

Illika's necromantic black mist was actually sucked into it by the Jiuli urn.

Wu Xiaoman devoured the undead in the black fog of the necromancer.

"Master, what kind of delicacy is this, it's different from what I used to eat, it's delicious, is there anything else......?"

Wu Xiaoman smashed it and smashed it, and he couldn't get enough of it.

"This is Western food, you like to eat, come out, let this sister give you more ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang said lightly.

"Yes, master!"

A black light flashed.

Wu Xiaoman, who was wearing black and silver armor, rushed out of the Jiuli urn, holding a blue blood silver spear.

"Sister, I want to eat Western food......"

Wu Xiaoman rushed towards Illica, she swung the blood silver spear, and stabbed Illica in the chest.

Irica was so angry that her chest heaved.

My aunt and grandmother are full of the necromantic aura of the undead, and they were actually used as a snack, and this face hit made her hot and painful.

Seeing Wu Xiaoman rushing towards her, Irica held a black umbrella.

"Boom ......"

The more powerful and dense necromantic black qi pulled out a black mist channel in the air and rushed towards Wu Xiaoman.

Inside this black fog passage, there are at least tens of thousands of undead.

"It's so delicious......"

Wu Xiaoman's eyes lit up, he opened his mouth, and swallowed and inhaled.

Whew!

Just like a giant whale sucking water, all the undead in the black mist channel were sucked into Wu Xiaoman's mouth.

The undead are a curse and a disaster for human beings, and even Zhang Xiaoqiang can't avoid them.

But for Wu Xiaoman, the undead are undoubtedly the first delicacy in the world.

Not only is it delicious, but it also gives her energy.

Wu Xiaoman swallowed these undead, and her body, which was more than three meters tall, suddenly increased to more than five meters tall.

"Sister, do you have anything to eat, I want to eat, I like to eat so much......"

Wu Xiaoman opened his mouth and grinned at Ilicka.

Irica was speechless, devastated, desperate.

She is a necromancer, and what she does best is undead attacks.

However, the undead had no attack effect on the monster in front of him, but instead boosted the opponent's strength.

How else to play?

"Sister, I want to eat, give me something to eat......"

Wu Xiaoman shook the blue blood silver spear, and his huge body, which was more than five meters high, was like thunder, and he rushed towards Ilica quickly.

"Sneer......"

The bloody silver spear rushed towards Illica's chest.

Wu Xiaoman's combat power is not inferior to that of a top grand master.

At this moment, she devoured countless undead, which was briefly strengthened, and her combat power was temporarily doubled.

Such an attack power is something that Zhang Xiaoqiang would not dare to despise.

As a necromancer, Irica is the least good at hand-to-hand combat, and she can't use the undead curse to boost Wu Xiaoman's strength, which makes Irica embarrassed.

"Escape ......"

Irica's body vanished like lightning.

"Sister, don't go......"

Wu Xiaoman chased after Illica.

Ilica was restrained by Wu Xiaoman, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's cold gaze locked on Felder again.

This dark paladin, facing Zhang Xiaoqiang's fierce gaze, made him tremble in fright.

"Kill ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang rushed towards Felder with the degree of Yue Yin, and with a swing of the sword from the death, a sword qi Changhong killed Felder.

Felder's strength was always inferior to Zhang Xiaoqiang, he waved the Dark Cross, and the two black murderous qi combined into a Dark Cross, barely resisting Zhang Xiaoqiang's sword qi Changhong, and his body swung out again, dodging Zhang Xiaoqiang's attack.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was ready to catch up with Felder and kill Felder with a sword.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt a dangerous aura coming from behind him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head sharply, and saw a blood-colored palm falling from the sky and smashing towards him.

The blood-colored palm is three meters long, like the Buddha's hand seal of the ancient Buddha descending from the sky.

Inside the blood-colored palm, there was an endless aura of killing and sorrow.

"Boy, taste my bloody sorrow......"

BloodLord's voice pierced through the clouds.

(End of chapter)