"Since you are here, die with him!" Facing two king-level masters, Zhao Yun did not have the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, he locked his killing intent on the two. He wanted to kill both the Holy Lord Black Dragon and Zhao Yun! "You are crazy!" Wang Teng's eyes widened. He did not understand at all whether Zhao Yun wanted to die or not? Even if he had the blessing of the human race's luck, Zhao Yun would definitely not have any chance of survival after killing the two of them. However, Zhao Yun did not care and directly shot at the Holy Lord Black Dragon and Wang Teng with a gun. Zhao Yun's strength at this time was already extraordinary.
The long spear was like a shadow, killing the two people and retreating continuously. Wang Teng had just been seriously injured by his gun, and did not dare to fight with him at all, and was paddling most of the time. When facing Zhao Yun, the Holy Lord was completely suppressed. His originally hard dragon scales were like rags under Zhao Yun's attack, and were easily torn. It didn't take long for him to be killed and bloody. Two king-level warriors, fighting against Zhao Yun, were actually surrounded by danger. The Holy Lord was furious at this moment. "If you keep hiding your abilities and kill this old thing, I will kill you!" The Holy Lord looked at Wang Teng coldly. If it weren't for this useless thing, how could he be beaten into this state by a mere human race? At this time, what is Wang Teng doing! Wang Teng looked bitter and speechless. As long as he made a move, Zhao Yun wanted to kill him like crazy. In addition, he was already seriously injured by the opponent, and he really didn't dare to go up and die. However, since the Holy Lord Black Dragon said so, Wang Teng had to bite the bullet and fight with Zhao Yun no matter how scared he was. "Eternal Night Sleep!" Wang Teng wanted to use his skills to make Zhao Yun fall into a coma, at least to affect Zhao Yun's consciousness. Who knew that Zhao Yun was not affected at all. He shot back and almost sent Wang Teng away. Wang Teng was extremely flustered and launched another killer move!
"Ten Thousand Races Tribulation!" The black light directly enveloped Zhao Yun. This can be said to be Wang Teng's strongest single killer move. Even against the king level, this move can cause serious damage to the opponent. Seeing Zhao Yun directly enveloped by the black light. Wang Teng showed a relaxed look, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Now, let's see whether you, old man, will die!" But his smile has not fallen yet. A bright silver light directly broke through the black light. Wang Teng's killer move did not have much effect on Zhao Yun, but only made Zhao Yun's breath slightly faster. Zhao Yun suddenly rushed out, catching Wang Teng off guard. In addition to the problem of injuries, Wang Teng's reaction was very slow. This made Zhao Yun come in front of Wang Teng all of a sudden. Wang Teng had no time to react, and was directly picked up by Zhao Yun on the tip of the gun. "Die!" The muscles on Zhao Yun's arms were like a dragon, and he was determined to kill Wang Teng with one blow! "Ah——" Wang Teng screamed. The body was directly broken by Zhao Yun, and the breath began to dissipate. The man also began to fall. "Pretending to be dead?" Zhao Yun sneered. He continued to chase with a gun. Wang Teng was so scared that his soul was about to die. He really only had one breath left. If Zhao Yun shot him again, he would definitely die. "Holy Lord, save me!" Wang Teng asked for help again. At the critical moment, the Holy Lord finally arrived. "The Demonic Dragon Destroys the World!" The big move that had been brewing for a long time appeared. This was one of the killing moves of the Black Dragon Clan. As soon as it appeared, it showed a powerful force.
Even Zhao Yun did not dare to confront it head-on and chose to retreat. He missed the best opportunity to kill Wang Teng. Looking at Wang Teng who escaped behind the Ten Thousand Clan, Zhao Yun sighed. No longer chasing. His main purpose was to cover the retreat of the human race. The Holy Lord saw his purpose and shouted to all the emperors of the Ten Thousand Races: "Kill those emperors of the human race!" The emperors of the Ten Thousand Races could not interfere with the battlefield between Zhao Yun and the two kings. Under the command of the Holy Lord, they all killed the emperors of the human race. Now, there are only a few emperors of the human race left, and they are all injured. And there are at least fifteen emperors of the Ten Thousand Races. Once caught up, there is only one way to die. Zhao Yun had no choice but to give up the idea of killing the black dragon. Flying back with a gun. At this time, Zhao Yun's speed almost reached the effect of teleportation, and he appeared between the human race and the Ten Thousand Races in an instant. The long spear drew a virtual line in front of him. "Boom!" The ground collapsed instantly, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked! Countless Ten Thousand Races were annihilated in an instant, and even the two emperors were seriously injured in an instant. All the Ten Thousand Races retreated, with extremely terrified looks in their eyes. Is this still the human race? Why is it so terrifying? They stared blankly at the huge crack on the ground, not daring to make any more moves. Zhao Yun stood with a gun in hand. "Anyone who dares to cross this boundary will be killed without mercy!" As soon as these words came out, all the races dared not move at all. Especially those who were too close to the boundary, they retreated one after another. They were afraid that Zhao Yun would kill them directly! "Senior!" Everyone looked at Zhao Yun's back, who was standing alone against ten thousand men, and choked up a little.
Did the human race really lose? Does the human race, which has lost its luck, still have a future? People with weak strength may not feel it yet, but those emperor-level masters can already sense that their strength is slowly declining. Originally, the human race had the strongest combat power among the same level. However, the human race emperor level, which had lost its luck, had already declined a lot at this time, and was still declining. No one blamed Zhao Yun. They only hated that their strength was too low and they had no ability to slaughter all these damned Ten Thousand Races! Zhao Yun did not look at the human race behind him. He just uttered two words faintly: "Retreat!" "Senior!" Xu Yan took a step forward, wanting to fight side by side with Zhao Yun, even if it meant death. Zhao Yun's voice suddenly became heavier. "Retreat!" "Spare no effort to create a king level!" This can be said to be Zhao Yun's last words. At this time, if no king level appeared, Jiuzhou... A new king level... Xu Yan looked bitter. There is no king level in the human race! Even if it is Wang Teng, he is not a king level cultivated by the human race. Wang Teng, who has joined the Ten Thousand Races for many years, did not know how many cultivation resources he took from the royal family to reach the king level. Now, how can they become king-level masters by relying on their defeat? It is very likely that the human race will never be able to return to the battlefield of all races, and will never be able to avenge today! Everyone understands this. "Senior, I will accompany you here!" "Even if I die, I will kill a few more bastards of the Ten Thousand Races!" A seriously injured emperor-level master shouted angrily. His injuries have affected his future promotion. Even if a king-level master can emerge, it has nothing to do with him. Rather than dying in despair, it is better to accompany Zhao Yun here for the last time.
Drag a few bastards of the Ten Thousand Races to die with you! However, at this time, Xu Yan shouted: "Go!" "Don't let Senior Zhao Yun's death be in vain!" "No more emperors can die!"