Twenty xenon lamps nearby and six searchlights in the distance lit up at the same time, turning the entire port into daylight and dispelling the darkness.
At the same time, it also illuminated the group of evil professionals jumping from the yacht to the shore. They were wearing uniform black robes and hoods, covering their faces.
A dozen New York County police officers who were ambushing behind the container carried six individual rocket launchers and pulled the triggers on the cloaked people.
Phew!
Six streaks of smoke screamed and shot at the man in black robes, with continuous booms and explosions of fire that swallowed up the evil profession from the second area.
The fire light distorted their figures, and these men in black robes were shattered like phantoms. Immediately, they appeared more than ten meters away.
No, they were always there. It was the policemen from the New Testament County Government who were under the spell of an illusion and opened fire into the empty space.
"Sending a swarm of ants to disgust people?"
A man in black robes stood up, raised his head, and dizzy whirlpools appeared in his eyes.
Looking into the eyes with transparent whirlpools emerging, the police officers carrying individual rocket launchers felt the fear in their hearts explode. They threw away their weapons in panic and fled the port.
Facing such ant-like mortals, the illusionist didn't even bother to use mental strikes, thinking that they were not worthy of losing his moral value.
call out!
Suddenly, a shrill howl of wind sounded, and there was a crisp "bang" sound behind the illusionist, and a deep slash appeared. The illusionist's body slowly separated, and was cut in half by the sudden wind blade.
The organs dripped down, along with the blood.
An illusionist in the saint stage just returned to the spiritual realm.
Woohoo~ The wind was strong, and six or seven figures flew past the port like fighter jets. The leader was North, the peak saint of heavenly punishment. The fast wind blade just now was made by him.
The wind mage swept past the port, wielding dense wind blades to form a barrage covering the enemies below.
The people in black robes at the pier took cover one after another, using various means to deal with the terrifying covering blows, but one saint still died in the first wave of blows, and two saints were seriously injured.
In one round, two saints in the second area were lost and two were seriously injured.
A man in black robe snorted coldly, raised his head and let out a shrill scream.
The moment he raised his head, Zhang Yuanqing, standing at the top of the lighthouse, saw the other person's face clearly and recognized his identity.
Although illusionists are ever-changing, they still need a fixed vest to maintain interpersonal relationships. Therefore, most of the time, they will not change their appearance.
This person’s spiritual realm ID is a dream tapir!
The pinnacle saint of the Southern sect, a senior deacon even stronger than the former spiritual servant Yin Chuanmei.
Meng Tapir has been active in Fu Province all year round, so Zhang Yuanqing has only seen him on the Five Elements Alliance's wanted list and has never met him, otherwise he would have been sent back to the spiritual realm.
Amidst the screams, both the saints in the second area and the wind mage in the sky felt like they had been hit on the head with a stick. They had splitting headaches and blood spurted out from their eardrums, eye sockets and nose.
Seizing the opportunity, another man in black robe pressed his head, resisting the pain, and sprayed out a stream of yin energy from his mouth.
The Yin Qi turned into a series of wraiths with teeth and claws, and pounced on Feng Mage, who was dizzy under the mental blow. Under normal conditions, the flying speed of the spirit servant could not catch up with Feng Mage.
Zhang Yuanqing, a star officer who majored in the power of the lunar yin, narrowed his eyes and looked at the person's appearance carefully. At the same time, he opened his star eyes and looked at the other person's life palace.
Unfortunately, he found that he had never seen her face or destiny.
Write it down first. If you can kill him this time, don't worry about it. If you let him escape, you can go to Taiyi Sect to look for him later. There are not many saints at the sixth level! Zhang Yuanqing stopped paying attention and turned his gaze to the night sky.
As the resentful spirits penetrated into the body one by one and completed their possession, the wind mage's body gradually lost control in mid-air, spinning around like a drunken bird.
Seeing this, a man in black robes stepped out, his robes burst open, revealing a strong bronze body. This man was about 1.8 meters tall, with short hair, and his eyes were wrapped with a black cloth.
According to rumors, the jealous god likes to cover his eyes with a black cloth because he can suppress his jealousy to the maximum extent.
If you can't see it, it doesn't exist, so you won't naturally feel jealous. If you don't feel jealous, you won't kill impulsively.
When facing ordinary people, the God of Jealousy will not bother to blindfold him. Firstly, there are too few things for mortals to make him jealous. Secondly, there is no need to worry about killing ants when they want.
He will only be blindfolded if he joins forces with people of the same level or participates in gatherings of the evil camp.
The God of Jealousy will grab a dark red hard bow from the void, aim it at a wind mage spinning around in the air, and pull the bow string. At the same time, his fingertips will spit out red light and condense into a slender arrow.
arrow.
Seeing the hard bow bent like a full moon, a figure leaped along the container and arrived at the battlefield. It was the masculine and handsome knight Xia Zuo with short blond hair.
The knight was holding a cross sword, and his voice was low and majestic, just like a king announcing a royal order or a judge announcing a law:
"The rules of this battle: the use of bows and arrows is prohibited."
The sword erupted with sacred white light, the law was signed, and the rules came.
The jealous god general's arms were like being tied to huge boulders, trembling slightly and unable to loosen the bowstring. Only by lowering the bow could he escape from the oppression of the power of the rules.
A coin shot out from a distance, flipped and hit the Jealous God General, and landed on the ground with a clang, accompanied by a deep voice:
"This is not a bow, it's a crossbow!"
The silver coin exploded with a bang, and the power of rules exerted on the jealous god general disappeared immediately.
The professional name of the alcoholic after changing his profession is "Disorder". He specializes in destroying order and is good at exploiting loopholes in the rules. He and the knight are two professions that restrain each other.
The knight can restore order to chaos, while the disordered person can make loopholes in the rules established by the knight.
"collapse!"
The jealous god will loosen his bowstring, and the clear and harsh sound of the strings will echo in the night sky.
The arrow turned into a bloody stream of light, instantly piercing a wind mage. After shooting for tens of meters, it turned back and pierced the second wind mage who was possessed by a resentful spirit.
At that time, the wind mage was fighting for control of his body with the resentful spirits. He was unable to avoid distractions and became a living target.
"Zizzi."
Arcs of electricity appeared in mid-air, forming a grid and covering the four wind mages. The fragile wind mages instantly stiffened, their hair stood on end, and their eyes turned white.
Three of them fell directly from the sky, with black smoke rising from their bodies. Zhang Yuanqing heard the heart-rending screams of the resentful spirits.
The overbearing thunder and lightning are second only to the soul-eating and sun-devouring powers of the Night Walker God in exorcizing spirits.
North, who was at the peak of the sixth level, did not lose his mobility or be stunned. Instead, he took back the initiative of his body with the help of the exorcism effect of thunder and lightning, and calmly erected a wind wall, letting the bloody stream of light scatter in the wind wall.
superior.
He controlled the airflow, picked up the three unconscious companions, and quickly retreated.
On the other side, "Terror of the Deep", a senior saint of the Poseidon Church, summoned horses condensed by sea water, and rode the horses to collide with the jealous god general at high speed.
The men in black robes along the way fled one after another.
boom!
The horse hit the chest of the God of Envy, making a loud noise like thunder, and the God of Envy flew backwards and fell into the sea.
There was a "clashing" sound from the sea surface, and a huge tongue with black scales poked out, opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, raised its head, swallowed the Jealous God General, and immediately dived into the sea.
"Cough, cough, cough."
The fear of the deep sea, who had just knocked away the jealous god general, suddenly coughed violently. His face turned pale from the cough, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his face looked sick.
He is sick.
There is a water ghost hidden among the men in black robes, and they are late-level six water ghosts. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the strong and strong sea monster to quickly contract the disease.
The operation of the yacht to escape on the waves just now was also the work of this water ghost.
At this time, the location of the deep-sea terror was exactly the central area of the black-robed men. In an instant, more than a dozen black-robed men took action at the same time, using their professional skills or taking out props. An overwhelming attack covering all fields covered this area.
A siren.
If it were at sea, the terror of the deep sea might be able to be resisted by the Kraken's domain, but this is land after all, even if the ocean is very close at hand.
Moreover, he was seriously ill and was in a weak state, and the sea monster had no escape skills. He would definitely die in such an intensive attack.
At that moment, Rayleigh Eugene, a man with a dark blond back hair and a blue suit, who looked elegant and elegant, appeared next to "Terror of the Deep" and held his shoulders.
The two of them disappeared together the moment before the attack came.
Teleport!
Riley Eugene supported the Deep Sea Terror and appeared next to the container more than ten meters away. "I saved your life, how about five million?"
Deep Sea Horror glanced at him: "I will give you another hundred thousand to buy a medicine that can cure your disease."
"Two hundred thousand!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Deal!" Rayleigh Eugene reached out and fished out a yellow pill from the void and handed it over.
Deep Sea Horror swallowed the pills, and his face gradually turned rosy. The burning sensation in his lungs, weakness in his limbs, headache, and dizziness were quickly relieved.
At this time, there was a roar on the sea surface and waves splashed.
A figure jumped out of the sea and landed heavily on the shore. It was the jealous god general.
The black robe on his body has been torn into pieces, and he is completely naked. His bronze body has distinct muscles, which contain terrifying power. Half of his face is covered with weird tattoos. Anyone who looks directly at him feels dizzy.
, confusion of consciousness.
Four illusory arms protruded from his back, slightly opened, showing a strong posture ready to tear people apart.
On the sea surface behind him, a huge snake body slowly floated up. The snake's head had been exploded, but strangely no blood flowed out.
The God General of Jealousy was actually seriously injured, but after fighting the sea beast, the bewitched demon's bloodthirsty and violent passive allowed him to recover from his injuries instantly, and his combat power was increased.
His arrogance at this time was extremely arrogant, overwhelming his companions around him.
After the first round of confrontation, both sides did not fight immediately. Instead, they examined and observed the enemy. In total, more than thirty saints from both sides faced off.
Zhang Yuanqing did not take action. He suspected that in tonight's battle of saints, the evil camp's real target is "Jumang". Kill him and take away the master-level props. In this way, even if the battle at the master level does not take advantage, the evil camp will also
Make a lot of money.
So he had to take another look and not charge recklessly.
At this time, the masters were far away from the battlefield. From the port side, only the distant horizon could be seen, hurricanes roared, thunder flashed, and from time to time, the desolate and high-pitched cries of sea beasts could be heard.
Obviously, the masters consciously avoided this place.
They don't want to kill all their own pinnacle saints in a death-defying way. After all, the pinnacle saints are the master reserve and the backbone of the future.
Rayleigh Eugene looked at the few peak saints who had just taken action, and spoke in a tone like he was counting goods:
"A Plague God, a Fog Lord, a Dream Master, a Star Officer, and a Disordered One. In terms of numbers, our side has the advantage, but they have more peak professions, and the victory or defeat is about 50%."
As he finished speaking, a tall figure wearing a black robe and a hood walked out from a container.
This person is two meters tall, with a frame far larger than that of an ordinary adult. His face is wrapped in a white bandage, with only a pair of demonic red vertical pupils exposed.
Seeing this person appear, Xia Zuo and others' expressions suddenly became serious, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Rayleigh Eugene also put away his relaxed expression and frowned.
Tiphoos!
Demon Ancestor Typhoos.
The saint who ranks first on the A-level wanted list in New Testament County and second on the A-level wanted list in the Heavenly Punishment Headquarters. This Demon Ancestor has been famous for ten years. When he dominated the Free Federation, many of the saints present were still newcomers.
.
In our world, being older means being stronger. On the one hand, it means the accumulation of combat experience and skill proficiency. On the other hand, being older, like ancient practitioners, has time to ponder and practice some secret techniques.
Tiphios is this kind of existence. According to legend, when he first became a saint, he was contaminated by the creation left by an indescribable existence in a high-difficulty dungeon. His body suffered terrible distortions, and he became a demon from then on, which he could never recover from.
personal.
Therefore, he always wears a black robe and bandages.
Tiphios regarded "pollution" as a gift from God, and tried his best to develop the demon body. For this reason, he deliberately stayed at the saint stage and refused to be promoted to master.
Every time he passes a dungeon in the saint stage, his demon body will become stronger. No one knows how he does it. They only know that he has mastered some kind of secret technique. By repeatedly clearing the dungeon of the saint, he can continue to accumulate
background.
This kind of character is very special, similar to Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye King in the second area. Once promoted to the master, he will be like a fish jumping over the dragon gate, far more powerful than the ordinary master.
Facing such a person who could influence the balance of battle, the saints of the lawful organization were nervous and vigilant, and their faces were written on their faces.
Tiphoos' vertical eyes swept across the saints present, and a hoarse voice came from under the bandage:
"You are a bunch of trash. My target is not you. Let Ju Mang come out and send him back to the spiritual realm tonight!"
Zhang Yuanqing on the tower narrowed his eyes.
The evil camp's trump card against Jumang lies in Tiphios?