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"Teacher Zhou, look at what you said, of course I called her over." Wang Yan shrugged and looked at Zhou Zhiyi with a foolish look. "I'm not an idiot. When I knew there might be problems on your side, did I still resolutely go to the meeting alone? Of course I have to ask someone to help."

"You!" Zhou Zhiyi's face turned into a pig's liver, and his whole body was trembling with anger. Wang Yan's mouth and agile eyes could really make people angry.

"This, this..." Secretary Tian, ​​and ordinary people such as Gu Tingting were shocked. What happened just now had exceeded their imagination, and now an angel appeared.

To be precise, the Saint of Light is not an angel, her pair of white light wings are sacred equipment. But for ordinary people, how can they tell it?

And this angel is still Lao Wang, isn't it, is it Wang Yan's ally?

Even at the critical moment, Gu Tingting still looked at Wang Yan with some regret. What kind of life path has this old classmate embarked on?

While everyone was stunned, the Holy Lady of Light wings curled and rushed down from the blasted hole. Then, her wings spread high and slung in the underground hall.

Her glorious power filled the entire underground hall gently and healingly. This pure power of light, when it falls on one's own people, will make people feel exhausted, fear dissipated, and calm the mind.

But falling on those enemies who are good at dark powers makes the enemies feel fearful, and they torture their bodies and souls like burning sacred flames.

Not only did Zhou Zhi change his face, but even the Masked Lord took a few steps back, and the dark aura was surging.

"Huh!" Wang Yan gave out a breath of turbid air and greeted with a smile, "His Majesty, you are finally here. If you go late, I will be unable to delay any longer."

"Don't tease you, you'll have no problem with dragging it for another half an hour." The Saint of Light gave him an angry look and said, "I admire your verbal skills very much."

“Geeh~”

A series of charming and delicate laughter sounded, her figure was sexy and hot, and the succubus, whose true form was revealed, flapping her wings and falling from the sky. Her skin was as snowy as she was, with a pair of curved horns on her head, and her tail was raised high. Every move was filled with a strong sense of charm, and she laughed in a daze: "The Holy Majesty actually knows the master so much, which makes people want to see the master's verbal skills."

Her tone was full of charming people's hearts. Those who were slightly less determined would probably even be ticked out.

The Saint of Light couldn't understand, but Wang Yan could understand. He could only glar at her angrily and said, "Mei'er, be serious, now he's in a state of fighting."

"Master, I'm a succubus. Are your requirements too high?" The succubus said with a charming look and delicately, "Their talent is just unreasonable. Otherwise, tonight, Master, you will train Mei'er carefully and teach Mei'er how to seduce men seriously? Do you want to learn from His Highness the Saint?"

"Hmph." The Saint of Light couldn't listen anymore and said, "Wang Yan, please take care of your succubus. Otherwise, don't blame me for not caring about you."

"Okay, okay, it's still in the war stage, let's stop fighting in the middle." Wang Yan said helplessly, "We must have minimum respect for the enemy. Didn't you see that Teacher Zhou is almost furious?"

Sure enough, Zhou Zhi was so angry that his face turned pale. Wang Yan and others respected people too much. At the time of the war, they were still flirting with each other.

"Teacher Zhou, surrender." Wang Yan sighed and said, "The four A-level powerhouses here are no weaker than you."

"So what?" Zhou Zhiyi's black aura gradually became richer, and the dark energy evolved into stripes on him. "We have dozens of hostages in our hands. As long as I take action, I can...

"Swish!"

A sharp sword energy slashed through the dome. Its light was as bright as the moon, as if it contained an invincible aura, and even the space was vaguely torn apart.

Zhou Zhiyi's speech came to an abrupt end, and he hurriedly supported his hands and pulled up a black energy shield.

The sword light instantly slashed the energy shield.

boom!

The black energy shield was slashed into pieces. Zhou Zhiyi took two steps back and forth. The slanted sword light still plowed a ravine of more than ten meters long on the ground.

At the same time, another series of charming laughter sounded, and charming fluctuations swept across the entire underground square.

The bodies of the dozens of executioners shook, and the hooks and knife in their hands fell down. Two delicate bodies, one white and one flesh, were shuttled back and forth on the altar, and the ding-and-dang, and a few breaths of exercises, dozens of girls were all unblocked.

Just as they rescued the young girls, the Mask Lord roared. With his palms, the majestic dark energy swept away like a tornado.

"Mask, let me play with you." Wang Yan stepped on the air and blocked the black energy storm. He pushed his hands outward, and the surging flames burst out.

The blazing flames turned into flame shields, blocking the dark energy storms.

Since Wang Yan spent that dreamlike event with Shen Mengting in Huxin, he washed his marrow and hair, and his physique and cultivation strength have been further improved. Even the Pure Yang Divine Art has unknowingly advanced to the sixth level.

In terms of level, Wang Yan can already be identified as a level a energy level.

Before this, there was undoubtedly a big gap between him and a half-step S-level person. But now, even if he loses, the gap will not be too obvious.

At the same time, a graceful figure descended from the sky. She stepped on the sword of Guiyue and winded down, really like a banished immortal, coming gracefully. The sword energy that had slashed towards Zhou Zhiyi before came from her.

The bright moon shines in the sky, and it is as bright as a stunning geese.

"Yiyue Sword, Gao Mingyue!" Zhou Zhiyi and a few rolled and stood firm, looking at the person who came in shock and suspicion.

There is no doubt that Gao Mingyue is a striking figure. In the battle with FBG, she swept the battlefield with her first youth in China, killed the enemy and made meritorious, and became famous all over the world.

With such cultivation strength in her twenties, she is enough to get her to the S-level half of her foot. The top ten outstanding young people in the world must have her place.

How could Zhou Zhiyi never heard of such a stunning and stunning character? Now she seems to be more powerful and more mature than the legend.

"Sister Gao is here just right." Wang Yan chuckled and said, "Looking at these jumping clowns, how can they jump around? Zhou Zhiyi will leave it to you. I'll meet this mask lord."

The golden body of Ming Wang Liuliu!

A golden light appeared in Wang Yan's body, his skin was like a golden armor, holding his natal warhammer in one hand and burning a raging flame in the other hand, and bombarding the mask.

The masked lord waved his hand and grabbed a staff, filled with powerful dark energy, fighting with Wang Yan.

Although Wang Yan is strong, he is still a little bit worse when he fights a veteran S-level strong man alone. But at this moment, a flash of lightning flashes across the Mask Lord.

boom!

The Mask Lord had some sense and was in a hurry to defend.

Two powerful energy collided with each other, and the dark energy exploded like fragments. The unexpectedly guarded Mask Lord flew backwards and hit the wall hard. A large pit exploded on the thick wall, and the crack line winded in all directions.

The air was filled with blue plasma. In the noisy environment, in the boiling smoke and dust, a tall and handsome man walked out slowly.

He was wearing a flawless, meticulous suit, with shiny leather shoes, his hair was combed backwards, and a pair of white wings on his back.

A long spear was slid in his fingers like a pianist. The tip of the spear was made of several curved arches, and there were shocking electric arcs flashing in the gathering.

"Prince of Light Thunder!"

The body of the mask lord shook and broke free from the stone wall. His voice was extremely hoarse, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the pale mask. "Rumor is that you were imprisoned in the demon prison after the National War. Unexpectedly, you came out so soon and were promoted to level A. Your thunder and lightning power is so powerful. Have you reached level A?"

Their masks are dormant in East China, so it is naturally impossible for them to understand the experts of the National and African Bureau Branches in East China. Lei Boom is the famous young master of the East China region Prince Guangming.

That's right, it's Prince of Light. His nickname has always been recognized by the outside world as Prince of Light.

As for Wright, he is called the Son of Light. It sounds like a nickname is very similar, but in fact, the Son of Light is a position that represents the heir of the Pope of Light. However, the Prince of Light got the nickname because of Lei Bo's appearance so handsome and the pair of wings born.

In fact, the power of lightning and lightning has nothing to do with the power of holy light.

Lei Hong was always cold and cool when he was not drinking. Only a few people like Wang Yan could make him spit out a word or two. He was too lazy to pay attention to the words of the Mask Lord. Lei was thrusting his gun and lightning filled the way to kill the Mask Lord.

The masked lord kept wandering, and the dark staff waving and condensed spells, either attacking or defending, and hitting thunder, making you come and go, having a lot of fun.

How can a half-step S-level strong man be an easy person?

Unexpectedly, Wang Yan kicked his feet and rushed away quickly behind him. He held a hammer in his hands and smashed it into his head like a mountain of Hua. The war hammer weighing hundreds of kilograms burned the fiery pure Yang true fire.

It seems like a meteorite falling from the sky.

The Masked Lord held up his staff and rushed forward, bang!

The dark energy was blown away, and the staff cracked and turned into countless pieces and exploded outwards. He himself was also smashed into the pile of stones under this impact.

The pale mask burst, revealing an extremely ugly and old face.

"Despicable!" The masked lord sprayed blood, "You are all elites of the China National Bureau of False Affairs, and they are all so good at sneak attacks."
Chapter completed!