Chapter 1062 The Martial League Will Be Destroyed (Part 1)

Wen Zilong flew in the direction of Wenjia Village.

Go directly to the back slope of Wenjia Village.

Looking at the two "new graves", Wen Zilong felt sad.

Grief from the depths of the soul.

I have been away for four years, and my parents actually...

Tears could not stop gushing out.

"Dad...Mom..."

After only saying two words, I was already sobbing.

Originally, he thought that when he could transform into a human form, he would come back to see them.

Now, he has finally turned into a human form, and finally returned.

But the parents left.

God, are you teasing me on purpose?

"what--"

For a long time, Wen Zilong looked up to the sky and roared.

Amidst the roar, he could no longer suppress his emotions.

The body also undergoes tremendous changes due to emotional changes.

In a very short period of time, he turned into the form of an undead dragon.

Soaring into the sky, hovering over the graves of parents.

A mournful roar came from his throat.

"Aw—"

"Roar----"

The sound spread over a radius of more than 100 kilometers.

In the copper city, all human beings heard this terrifying roar.

They all looked towards the distant horizon, the direction from which the voice came.

There is a team of about fifty warriors from the Wumeng, who are driving to Wenjia Village.

Hearing this sound, they immediately stopped the car.

Look to the sky in the distance.

However, since they were at the bottom of the ravine at this time, they did not see the huge dragon shadow in the sky.

Wenjia Village, the back grave.

When Wen Hao saw this scene, his mouth opened wide in shock.

But he couldn't say a word.

Azeroth's figure has not changed.

However, the murderous aura on his body was almost condensed into substance.

The naked eye can see that around his body, there is a layer of blood-red mist with a diameter of more than 20 meters.

Wen Zilong hovered in the air for more than 20 minutes before finally landing on the ground.

Reverted to human form.

Around Azeroth's body, the blood-red mist also slowly retracted into his body.

In Wen Zilong's eyes, tears flowed.

Wen Hao didn't swallow a mouthful of saliva until now.

What kind of murderers are these two.

Brother Long can actually turn into such a creature, it looks like an undead dragon in a game or film and television drama.

And this Azeroth, the blood mist can be gushed out of the body.

After a while, he took a deep breath before comforting him:

"Brother Long, my condolences."

Wen Zilong wiped away tears:

"At present, the most important thing is to bring Xiaohan and Yuqi back, otherwise, the parents may die with regret."

Wen Hao nodded:

"Ok."

At this moment, more than 50 warriors had sprung up around them and surrounded them.

"You are already surrounded, you will be captured immediately, otherwise, you will be killed on the spot!"

A rough voice roared.

Wen Hao frowned: "They have guns. And they are specially designed to deal with warriors. They are at least ten times more powerful than ordinary guns. Even warriors of level 7 or even level 8 will be seriously injured by the bullets of this gun. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, the rough voice roared again:

"I counted down to tens, put my hands on my head, and lay on the ground."

"Ten...nine...eight..."

If Wen Hao is alone, he has no other choice but to do what they say.

Otherwise, they would be crushed into a sieve every minute.

However, he glanced at Wen Zilong and Azeroth.

I saw that they were all warriors who ignored those martial arts alliances.

He did not follow suit.

"Three...two...one! Shoot!"

The rough voice roared.

Bang——

A loud noise resounded throughout the back grave.

It echoes continuously throughout the back slope.

Ding--

A sniper rifle bullet hit Azeroth on the forehead.

However, that bullet only spattered a few sparks on Azeroth's forehead.

Not even a trace was left on his head.

Wen Hao was even more surprised when he saw this scene.

He already knew that this Westerner was very strong.

However, I didn't expect it to be so strong.

Even bullets can be ignored directly.

The warriors of the Martial League all looked horrified when they saw this scene.

Although the average fifth-level martial artist, bullets can no longer penetrate the skin.

But the bullets they used just now were specially designed to deal with warriors.

Even at the seventh or even eighth level, under this bullet, they will be seriously injured.

But this guy was unscathed.

Could it be that he is a level nine martial artist?

Or is it the same tenth level as the leader of the Martial League?

However, even the leader of the martial arts alliance, a tenth-level martial artist.

Can't handle rockets either.

That's right, this time, they brought rockets.

call out--

A rocket flew directly towards Azeroth.

However, just when the rocket was one meter away from Azeroth, it suddenly disappeared.

When it appeared again, it was already among those warriors.

boom--

The rockets exploded with a bang.

The four or five warriors nearby were directly blown away.

Seeing this, the remaining warriors were all terrified.

What the hell is this?

"There is a ghost! There is a ghost!"

"Damn it, hell!"

"escape!"

The martial artists of these martial arts leagues were about to scatter and flee in all directions.

Wen Hao's eyes widened again.

The rockets were obviously flying over, why did they suddenly appear on the side of those warriors?

Could it be that he really saw a ghost?

Of course he didn't know that this was Wen Zilong's technique of space transfer.

These warriors on Earth, no matter how powerful they are, have never seen such space skills.

At this time, Azeroth didn't say a word, but with a flash of figure, he chased after those warriors who wanted to escape.

The speed of these fighters is not too slow.

It can escape more than forty meters per second.

But in the eyes of Azeroth, they are no different from crawling reptiles.

Hiss——

Hiss——

Hiss——

The scene staged on the construction site was staged again.

Just a minute.

More than fifty warriors, no matter whether they were level three, level four, or level five, were all torn in half.

Wen Hao finally knew at this time that the strength of this Azeroth was probably about the same as that of the leader of the Martial Arts League, the tenth-level powerhouse.

And this Azeroth seems to be Brother Long's subordinate.

So, how strong should Brother Long be?

By the way, the sub-dragon that Brother Long transformed into just now.

That strength is definitely not comparable to that of the leader of the Martial League.

No wonder, they dared to kill the warriors of the Wumeng on the construction site of the Wumeng.

Thinking of this, Wen Hao said:

"At the beginning, when the Martial League was established, they invited Sister Yuqi to join. Sister Yuqi didn't want to join them, so they came to persecute them. Under their persecution, Sister Yuqi and Zihan did not live well."

Wen Zilong asked:

"Wumeng, how is it?"

Wen Hao said:

"Ultimately bully others and exclude dissidents. As long as warriors who do not want to join their martial arts alliance will be excluded by them. Ordinary people, in their eyes, are like slaves. They are allowed to come and go. They claim to be the guardians of the world, In fact, they are all oppressors.”

Wen Zilong nodded when he heard this.

"knew."