One black shadow after another separated from the original black shadow. In just a short moment, hundreds of black shadows surrounded Wanbao. A black light condensed in the hands of each black shadow, pointing straight towards Wanbao. Come under siege.
It seemed that he had no intention of letting Wanbao say his name.
Wanbao jumped up, his body swayed, and the long stick transformed by the special magic swung sharply. The rolling shadow of the stick resisted the black light like waves. He held the stick in one hand in his left hand, and Wanbao used one hand to perform his own stick technique. As a defense, on the other hand... he began to think of ways to pass on the information he knew about the person he saw.
No matter who it is...no matter what his own results are.
He has to pass on what he sees.
The muscles on Wanbao's body have completely swelled.
This shows that he has begun to use the last bit of his strength.
For a truly strong person, the outward display of muscles and lines is meaningless.
Losing control of the body's fluidity also means losing control of the overall battle situation.
"Unable to deliver message!"
"This place is blocked!"
"what to do?"
"Don't be in a hurry! Don't be in a hurry. I just need to delay... After delaying for a while, someone will naturally notice that something is wrong. After all, I was once a person. Zhao Weian and the others will notice me and notice that something is wrong with me! "Wanbao continued to comfort himself, and the long stick in his hand was woven into a large net, wrapping himself tightly.
On the other side, hundreds of black shadows gradually merged into one as they walked towards Wanbao. The originally illusory body actually became material, and the whole person seemed to have walked out of a painting, the kind of transformation from virtual to virtual. The feeling of reality cannot give people any sense of beauty.
On the contrary, there is a feeling of being very blocked.
"Are you unwilling?" The black shadow finally spoke, his voice hoarse, but with a sharp high pitch.
Wanbao took a deep breath, exhaled all the turbid energy in his body, and then said to the black shadow: "Why? This is a trap, right?"
"Why? You're not...!"
"You talk too much!" Black Shadow said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the black shadow took action again.
The terrifying claws seemed to shuttle from the darkest place in the starry sky and grabbed Wanbao fiercely.
There was also a huge crisp sound under Wanbao's feet. The space was crushed by Wanbao's foot, and his body had already opened into the distance like an arc.
The giant claw swept past Wanbao's side in a swaying motion.
Although he was not caught by the devil's claws, the fingertips of the devil's claws touched Wanbao's body, sparks flying around, and his chest was covered in blood and flesh in an instant.
A mechanical golden lotus flew out to protect Wanbao.
Drop by drop of life potion extracted from the blood of the powerful star beast, Wanbao sprinkled it on his broken wound.
But this magical medicine that was originally enough to heal Golden Immortal-level physical injuries is now difficult to work.
The claw of the black shadow seems to contain some kind of power underlying the rules.
Simply strong vitality cannot cause the wound to exclude that force and then heal the wound spontaneously.
Take out a bullet.
This bullet is engraved with circles of lotus petals.
Wanbao poured most of his remaining strength into this bullet.
Then he put his hands together, used his own strength to create a sniper rifle, and then inserted bullets into the gun.
boom!
This bullet, which looked very special at first sight, escaped from the muzzle of the gun, then turned into a golden light and streaked towards the black shadow.
The bullet slammed into the black shadow's body with seemingly irresistible force.
However, the bullet in Heiying's body seemed to have entered an illusory time and space corridor.
It kept going back and forth, but it couldn't cause any specific and real damage to the black shadow.
Obviously, the bullet that Wanbao regarded as his trump card had no effect at all.
But Heiying seemed to have lost all his patience by Wanbao's 'little tricks'.
He stretched out his hand and pulled out a pitch-black knife from the dark and deep void.
This knife seems to be swallowing up all the light. Even if your eyes fall on this knife, your sight will be distorted.
Wanbao saw all this from the corner of his eye, and felt even colder in his heart.
Although he had known for a long time that he was by no means a match for the man in front of him.
But... Such a huge gap, a gap that can't cause any harm or hindrance to the opponent even after exhausting all the cards... still makes Wanbao frustrated and desperate.
"Wait! I have something else to say!"
"I can cooperate!"
"I'm willing to cooperate!"
"I can···."
Wanbao was still unable to express the last few words.
Because his neck had been cut off with a knife.
Along with his neck, his soul was also cut off.
There was no way he could dodge this strike.
And it was precisely this kind of knife that made Wanbao's ambitions, those determinations, those plans and plans, those unrealized ambitions, the recovered dignity... all disappear without a trace like broken dreams. .
boom!
With a slight explosion, Wanbao's body shattered into the most basic particles.
Then dissipated into nothingness.
From beginning to end, it was as if a person like him had never existed.
"A quarter has been released."
"Three more to go! Three more to go!"
"hold on!"
"Wait a minute!" The black shadow seemed to be comforting or metaphorizing something.
He turned around and completely disappeared from the void.
As weird as he appeared.
At this time... it happened on the battlefield in the void.
Zhao Wei'an, who was controlling Wanjian Mountain from a distance, scanned the entire battlefield with keen and sharp eyes.
For a moment, he felt something, but then lost the feeling.
He values this intuition.
Because Bai Fan once told him that sword cultivators who have condensed the principles of swords into their souls have an instinct to sense danger like a weapon.
Just like the legendary spiritual swords, they can all warn of danger.
Often it is not the sword that warns, but the keen heart of the sword.
"Old friend! You destroyed the spiritual network... Is this really the right decision?" Zhao Wei'an stroked the long beard under his lips, stood in the void with an immortal air, and then waved his hand to sprinkle Infinite sword energy.
These sword energies wandered around the battlefield invisibly and without substance.
Act as his eyes and ears, looking for any suspicious traces and clues.
The battlefield remains chaotic.
The many worlds in Chaos City that were originally a mess now have such a trigger.
Of course, they will only fight each other, and the conquests will become more ferocious and powerful.
There will definitely not be a sudden cessation of fire.
And under this extreme killing spree, those strong men in the name of killing and fighting began to shine with their own powerful light by stepping on the bones and blood of their enemies.
Their light is particularly dazzling.
It even attracted Zhao Wei'an, who was looking for something 'weird', and Zhao Wei'an couldn't help but focus more on them.
