Female President's Protector

"Stop, please." At this time, Zhang Wanling ignored the obstacles of others, ran to Zhang Yi with a pale face, spread her arms like a roc spreading its wings to protect Zhang Yi behind her, and said with a choked voice.

"Hmph, I'll get rid of you little bastard first." Another Houtian triple martial artist snorted coldly, and immediately saw bursts of black energy gushing out of his hand.

Zhang Wanling slowly closed her eyes, waiting for the attack.

"Ah..." When the attack of that name was about to arrive, Zhang Yi raised his head to the sky and shouted loudly, regardless of the injuries on his body, he quickly rushed to Zhang Wanling.

'puff'

'zizi'

The black air poured into Zhang Yi's body in an instant, as if eroding his body, and made a sound like a fire.

"Xiao Yi..." Zhang Wanling burst into tears, the tears fell like she didn't want money, if she didn't have the last bit of willpower, she might have collapsed.

Zhang Yi grinned far-fetchedly, half lying in Zhang Wanling's arms, his big blood-stained hand held her little hand tightly: "Sister, I'm sorry."

"Xiao Yi, don't, you must not sleep, I beg you, sister..." Seeing Zhang Yi wanting to close her eyes, Zhang Wanling's heart felt as if it had been cut several times by a knife. Almost suffocated her.

"Annoying." The Houtian triple martial artist grinned ferociously, and whistled relaxedly, "Is this the so-called god of death? I can't believe it."

"Hmph, if he's really that simple, why would that person spend so much time arranging so many people to attack, don't relax."

Hearing the words of the martial artist of the acquired fifth level, the man didn't dare to say anything more, and bowed slightly: "Ha Yi, messenger."

"Both of you, go over and finish him off." The Hell Envoy waved his hand, motioning for the two senior fighters to go over.

'whoosh'

'whoosh'

At this moment, Xiaowen and the two came to Zhang Yi one after another, and looked at the 30 people with heavy faces. They had long put their life and death at risk, but these people dared to hurt the god of death so badly. .

"Baga, here are two more desperate people."

"Hmph, looking for death." The envoy roared angrily, and shot himself, transforming into a residual shadow and attacking Xiaowen and the others.

'bang'

'bang'

In the blink of an eye, the two of Xiaowen were instantly knocked down.

But in less than three seconds, the two stood up again, regardless of whether they were this person's opponent, they looked at each other and met the messenger.

The envoy was surprised, he never expected the vitality of these two people to be so tenacious.

It seems that the rumors are correct, all the people in the Temple of Killing God are so perverted, not only have great skills, but also have strong resistance to fighting.

Maybe they don't think their strength is very good, but generally speaking, it's no joke that the Demon God can dominate Europe.

After all, it seems that there are not many people who are in their own realm or surpass themselves, but the people in the Temple of Killing God are almost all high-level warriors, and the worst are intermediate-level. How can I ask, who in the world can be an opponent in the secular world?

"In this case, then I will kill you two first, and the one who dies is one." The messenger roared like thunder, and attacked them with both fists like a dragon going out to sea.

Helpless, the difference in strength caused the two of them to fly out again.

It seemed that only the envoy was fighting on the field, but yes, Hellfire sent so many masters to attack Luo Qingcheng before, but they were all killed by Zhang Yi, so this time they planned ahead, and with that person's suggestion, so So many people were sent here, intending to kill the grass and root out the roots, so as to avoid future troubles.

The two of Xiaowen fell to the ground, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive, but the two senior fighters took the opportunity to come to Zhang Yi, looked down at him who seemed to have no signs of life, and smiled ferociously.

The two looked at each other and immediately attacked at the same time.

'boom'

'boom'

But what is surprising is that the two high-level warriors were thrown out in an instant.

Everyone was astonished, and then Zhang Yi suddenly opened his eyes and stood up slowly.

"Breakthrough at this time?" The envoy stared at Zhang Yi carefully for a while, and was shocked to find that his realm had crossed the watershed for warriors, and he had become the first stage of Houtian.

The martial artist of the acquired third level was also surprised, and asked in confusion: "Could it be that they will be knocked into the air when they break through?"

"This person is very weird. Even if he breaks through, he won't kill two high-level fighters with one blow." The messenger said in a deep voice when he saw that the two who attacked Zhang Yi were dead in anger.

"Kill him before his wings are full." As if he had thought of this, this acquired third-level martial artist showed a gloomy expression.

Immediately, he exchanged a glance with the envoy, and walked slowly towards Zhang Yi, who was covered in blood.

Zhang Yi smiled wryly in his heart. He knew very well that what happened just now was due to the power of the ring, and it seemed that he had improved his cultivation by the way.

He is now more and more curious about this ring.

But now, now that he is seriously injured, and there are several martial artists who are several levels higher than him staring at him, how to escape this catastrophe is still a problem.

After slightly comforting Zhang Wanling, who had red and swollen eyes, she asked her to go aside, looked down at her exploded chest, and grinned: "It seems that today is a doomed day."

Maybe I have the Star Jue, and I can deal with those two acquired third-level fighters, but the acquired fifth-level fighter can't, the difference is too big.

"Puppet Corpse Fire!"

"Shayao Sword Art!"

"Heisha breaks!"

As if wanting to kill Zhang Yi with one blow, the three Houtian warriors immediately used their most powerful moves.

Immediately, the entire hall suddenly changed, and the ground shook.

The oppressive atmosphere made it hard for everyone to breathe, and almost everyone was trembling.

Zhang Yi's face sank like water, and he dodged two blows in embarrassment, but the envoy's attack came again in desperation, so he could only use the Star Art to resist.

'puff'

Although Xingchen Jue is domineering, the opponent's strength is several realms higher than his own. I saw Zhang Yi's stomach was attacked again, and blood spurted out and flew backwards.

At this time, there is no complete part of his body, every part is bleeding, and the breath of life is gradually declining. If Zhang Wanling hadn't known that Zhang Wanling was here, and there was such a sliver of consciousness in his heart, he would have collapsed long ago. up.

But now he has fallen, and there are more than 30 people on the other side, even if they don't fall, they are not their opponents.

Closing his eyes, there was only one voice in his heart, sister, I'm sorry; Qingcheng, I'm really...

"Quickly kill him."

Three acquired masters quickly came in front of Zhang Yi and raised their arms high.

"You youngsters, don't even think about hurting my disciples, all of you will die to me!"

Just then, a vigorous and powerful voice came from the air, the sound was so loud that Hilton trembled, like an earthquake, as if it wanted to tear a crack in the sky above.

As soon as this voice came out, the whole sky changed color, thunder and lightning struck Zhonghai, and a majestic aura struck instantly. Many people didn't know what was going on, and they were overwhelmed by this aura and fainted past.