The strongest leader of the Evil Hu Sect must be put to the end to deal with it.

This person's cultivation is as high as the fifth level of the innate realm, and there is also a second-level source beast-level mount. With the strength that Wang Wenliang currently has, it is almost impossible to kill this person in seconds.

Since it is a guerrilla warfare, you must ensure that you can destroy the enemy with one blow and then escape immediately.

Only by maintaining mobility can one ensure one's own safety.

"The unicorn can hold on to running at high speed for about two hours. Now its weight has increased by one person, and it should be fine for one hour." The goblin thought about it carefully and gave an answer.

One hour should be enough.

Wang Wenliang has already selected the first target.

He was an old man with a dark face as charcoal, with his second level of innate realm and his mount was a sweat-blooded BMW.

It is said that persimmons can be picked and pinched.

This old man belongs to the "soft persimmon" among the nine innate masters of the Evil Humen.

The sweat-blooded BMW runs fast, but does not have attack power. In other words, this person's mount is basically ignored.

Destroying this fast-moving enemy can also reduce the risk of being besieged.

"Escape to the left! Find an opportunity to approach the old man with black face!"

Wang Wenliang sat behind and directed.

The unicorn is much faster than the sweat-blooded BMW.

The goblin immediately controlled it and turned left.

In this way, the Evil Hu Sect leader who was chasing behind him was temporarily shook him apart for a while. The distance between him and the black-faced old man was quickly closer.

"Stop them!" The leader of the Evil Hu Sect shouted.

The black-faced old man didn't know that he had been targeted by the god of death.

"drive!"

He immediately activated the sweat-blooded BMW and accelerated toward Wang Wenliang and the others.

Thirty meters!

Twenty meters!

Ten meters!

It's approaching, it's approaching!

When the distance between the two sides was only about four or five meters, Wang Wenliang seized the fighter plane and shouted to Zi Silk, "Xiao Zi, kill this black-faced old man!"

Whoosh!

The sable rushed out and turned into a shadow and rushed towards the black-faced old man.

"court death!"

The black-faced old man swayed his sword and stabbed him.

The sword is much more flexible than the sword. The cold stars dotted, covering all the space within two feet of radius.

It can be seen that the black-faced old man's swordsmanship is very exquisite.

The sable was faster than the black-faced old man's sword. It was like air and actually penetrated directly through the assassination of the sword light.

The black-faced old man's sword seemed to pierce the sable, but in fact, it was only its afterimage.

By the time I realized something was wrong, it was too late.

The black-faced old man felt a sharp pain in his throat and wanted to open his mouth and shout, but the sound he made was leaking.

"Xiao Zi, let's go!"

Wang Wenliang waved at it, and the sable chased after it and rushed back to Wang Wenliang's shoulder.
Chapter completed!