Vol 3 Chapter 1041: Quick kill

Ye Zhongming was surprised that it was not the level of the person, but that he did not know the person at all.
The eighth-level existence of the Dawning Sanctuary, all the information shows that there are four people plus a dragon, the saint, plus the three giants of Dawning and Yangos.
So where did this person come from?
However, thinking of the previous speculations about the Temple of Dawn, Ye Zhongming probably knew that this one should belong to the hidden power of the Temple.
The identity may not be as good as that of the posthumous guardian, but the role should be not much different.
Or more precisely, it should be like those in the novel who worship, elders and the like.
In the case where the Temple of Dawn comes out of the nest, such a person appears on the battlefield, it can be expected.
It's just that they have already gone deep into the Wangcheng? So why not attack the city walls and enter the complete occupation?
"It's not difficult to understand. Even if we go to the city wall, you will go there as well. In the end, we will fight. On the top, we have to shrink our hands because of the people on both sides. It's better to solve it below, you said."
The man seemed to know what Ye Zhongming thought and walked slowly.
Some soldiers around him found him, and they pulled out their weapons and planned to come around, but Ye Zhongming waved his hand away.
For this level of confrontation, ordinary soldiers almost come to death.
To this person, Ye Zhongming agrees. Once the masters of one side appear on the main battlefield, then the masters of the other side will also greet them, and adopt the method of punishment to curb the strong point.
After all, urban offensive and defensive battles are not the same as field decisive battles. If the latter is the case, this will not happen, because in the face of a large-scale army, a strong point will appear alone and will be overwhelmed by the sea. On the city walls, the power that can be concentrated within a certain distance is limited, so the master must inevitably use the master to deal with it.
It's just that Ye Zhongming thinks there is still a problem. If two people meet on the city wall and then transfer the battlefield here, that is normal. Can it be so simple to be blocked here?
At this time, the shouting and killing on the city wall suddenly became loud, and Ye Zhongming's expression changed, knowing the intention of this man and the Temple of Dawn.
They want to block the strong men of the posthumous people from outside the city walls!
Because they have a large number of strong men, and after using the zizi method, the Temple of Dawn can still have free masters to attack the city walls with ordinary soldiers. At that time, who can stop them?
The man turned his head slightly and did not rush to attack. He does have capital in a hurry now.
"It doesn't matter if you want to understand." This face is not old-fashioned, at most it is a middle-aged person. "Even if you outsiders help you, you can't change the fact that the leftovers are weak. In the face of absolute strength, resist It’s just a kind of unwillingness, and it doesn’t really help the results.

A corpse fell from the city wall. It was a soldier with a posthumous body, wearing white-level equipment made by Ye Zhongming, but at this time it had been cracked, and a big hole appeared in the abdomen. It looked terrible and terrifying.
The sudden appearance of the corpse seemed to verify the conclusion of this person, causing his mouth to curl up unconsciously.
Ye Zhongming shook his head, his hands drooping naturally on both sides of his body, looking at the eighth-level master of the Temple of Dawn in front of him.
"Do you know what I hate you most?"
"Oh? Let's hear it." The man grinned, and a bit of cruelty appeared on his face.
"Just like to play too hard."
"you……"
The man in the Temple of Dawn stopped as soon as he spoke a word, his body quickly backed away, his hands drew a shape in front of him, and immediately a blue flame appeared there.
The eighth-level master retreated because Ye Zhongming rushed over.
Don't look at the fact that he is constantly stimulating Ye Zhongming in the language, a winning ticket is holding, but from the information obtained, I know that Ye Zhongming's strength is very strong.
At the level of the eighth-level master in the Temple of Dawn, after living a long period of time, there is no such thing as underestimating the enemy. At least, he thinks so.
It's just that when everything happened, he found that he still looked down on the young man.
The first to greet him were three bullets with terrifying energy.
Sanhuajing blood bomb.
Even if it is Superman, after Ye Zhongming has stimulated his ability to sprint, it is impossible to avoid the gun skills that fold in the face of the chamber.
Unless he has the ability to teleport, unfortunately, this person obviously does not.
The powerful existence of the eighth level, at the moment of life and death, still showed a good reaction speed and excellent fighting instinct. The three bullets were blocked by the blue flame, and both sides disappeared after a burst of light.
But for Ye Zhongming, this skill was just the beginning, because the firearms that were broken with the Sanhua Jing blood bullet were directly hit by this person, and at the same time, the free hands appeared a sword-Disha Moonblade.
Appeared with the sword, and two elves on his shoulders.
The star elf raised his hand and centered on Ye Zhongming. One side of the surrounding area was illuminated, and the land of power was launched. In this area illuminated by the star, Ye Zhongming's speed was increased.
The earth elf moved his butt, and the gravity of the jump was used. The gravity around the man immediately became greater.
When the Disha Moonblade appeared, its own moonlight field was also launched, covering Ye Zhongming and the eighth-level master of this Dawning Temple.
The change of gravity, the slowness of the moonlight field and the dizziness caused the enemy to be so distracted for a moment. This time is very very short, only one moment, but this moment is enough for Ye Zhongming to do many things.
Wan Zhongyin knife fell down.
When the man woke up from the momentary dizziness, he immediately understood the situation of the body. He knew that he could not avoid it.
Ten knives shadowed on the knives and chopped from above, with Ling Lie's murderous spirit, everything seemed to disappear between the whole world, only this light.
Thousands of heavy swords are the professional skills of the high-quality profession. It is extremely powerful. It is now issued by the purple sand blade of the sand. The power is more increased. In addition, Ye Zhongming’s own attributes add to the skills, even if it is an eighth-level evolution. They also felt a strong threat.
The hands of the master of the Dawning Temple shook their hands again, as if the strength of the entire body was concentrated on the hands. The original palms of the flesh turned instantly white as jade, really like jade.
He roared, enduring the negative state of his body that had not dissipated and the gravity that had become strange, and his hands were raised. When he heard it, he caught the sand blade of the sand!
The collision of energy produced a ripple of light and spread out towards the surroundings.
The master showed a smile, he was very satisfied with his response, but he suddenly found out that there was no outsider's hand on the handle of this knife!
This is a knife that was cut off automatically just now!
That person!
The man realized that his body was about to retreat, but it was too late. The severe pain rose on his chest. When he swept away the light, he saw that there was not much light hitting there, and his former servants pounded his chest. In a blink of an eye, he had broken his already tough skin and attacked his viscera!
He quickly gave up the hand holding the weapon and turned it to block it in front of his chest, blocking these terrible light spots, but the shadow flashed in front of his eyes and the neck was cold, and the time stopped.
Ye Zhongming finally took a look at the man and reached out with a push. The body of the eighth-level strongman fell backwards, his head fell to the ground, and he flashed out in one direction.