Chapter 830 Who Is the Boss Here, Get Out

Wen Zilong followed Feng Wang to the entrance of the headquarters of the Direwolf Mercenary Corps.

This is a place surrounded by a thick ice wall about ten feet high.

Wen Zilong sensed it with his mental power, and found that there are currently more than 30 seventh-order supreme powerhouses in the headquarters of the mercenary group.

Their head, the eighth-order ultimate powerhouse, is of course also inside.

At the door, there are two sixth-order superpowers, one left and one right.

Wen Zilong slapped his tongue secretly.

The sixth-order super powerhouse, if placed in the more than 500 kingdoms, can be the city master.

Now it's here to watch the door.

This direwolf hiring group is a big hand.

The two sixth-order superpowers frowned slightly when they saw Wen Zilong and Feng Wang coming.

"This is the direwolf mercenary group, don't hang around here if you have nothing to do."

As soon as the voice fell, the wind king suddenly moved.

bang bang—

The two sixth-order superpowers flew out directly.

He flew in from the gate and hit the ten-meter-high ice direwolf ice sculpture in the courtyard.

wow-

The ice sculpture collapsed suddenly.

Without waiting for any movement in the courtyard, Wen Zilong roared angrily:

"Which is the boss, get out of here!"

The savage dragons in the courtyard jumped out one after another when they heard the movement.

"Who is looking for death, dare to come to us to be wild!"

"Don't ask, what is this place!"

"Dare to come to the direwolf mercenary group to go wild and court death!"

These speakers are all seventh-order supreme powerhouses.

However, before they finished speaking, they only felt a white shadow flashing between them.

Under the flash of the shadow, the weapons in their hands came out one after another.

In just ten seconds, all the more than 30 wild dragons, all the weapons in their hands left their hands.

The shadow returned to Wen Zilong, and it was the King of Wind.

In his hand, more than 30 kinds of weapons formed a ball.

With a thud, it fell to the ground.

The more than thirty supreme powerhouses all looked at the wind king in disbelief.

Wen Zilong sneered and said, "Do you want me to kill a savage dragon before your boss is willing to come out? In that case, Wind King, let's do it."

"you dare!"

Wen Zilong's voice just fell, and a burst of violent shouts suddenly came from the third floor of the building in front of him.

Then, a wild dragon descended from the sky.

When he landed, the bluestone-paved ground around his feet cracked a few cracks.

Wen Zilong said to the wind king next to him:

"Did you see it? This is the correct appearance, handsome! Of course, it should be noted that this kind of handsomeness must be consistent. Otherwise, it will be embarrassing if it is only handsome for three seconds."

The wind king nodded seriously: "Understood."

The wild dragon that fell from the sky saw that these two guys ignored him directly, and a nameless fire arose in his heart.

Directly in the tone of the sentence: "Break into my mercenary group, injure my brother, demolish the statue, this crime, damn it!"

As he said that, a powerful aura erupted directly from his body.

The momentum of the middle stage of the eighth order made the snowflakes fluttering in the air to stagnate.

The snow on the ground was directly squeezed and clucked under this powerful pressure.

The Wind King made a puff and spewed out a blood mist.

"Little seventh-order, dare to come to my mercenary group to be wild!"

The surrounding supreme powerhouses had happy expressions on their faces.

In front of his head, no matter how strong the seventh rank is, he has to kneel.

But at this time, Wen Zilong smiled indifferently.

The momentum on his body exploded quickly.

The imposing manner of the eighth-order ultimate powerhouses overwhelmed those seventh-order supreme powerhouses and sprayed blood.

puff--

puff--

puff--

For a time, it seemed that thirty or so blood-colored fireworks were set off.

Those supreme powerhouses all changed their expressions.

"The ultimate powerhouse!"

"It turned out to be the ultimate powerhouse!"

"So young, he is the ultimate powerhouse!"

The head of the group also changed slightly.

They are savage dragons and have a way of observing their age.

Judging from the face of this kid, he was only in his twenties.

It stands to reason that even if he is a genius, at most he is a super strong.

Unexpectedly, his strength has reached the ultimate powerhouse.

The ultimate powerhouse in his twenties, how abnormal is this guy's talent?

However, no matter how perverted the talent, if it does not grow up, it is still an ant.

With a trace of regret in his eyes, he looked at Wen Zilong:

"Do you think that in the early stage of the final stage, you can challenge the middle stage of the final stage? Who gave you confidence?"

"Rejoice gave it."

Wen Zilong replied.

The head of the regiment no longer asked who Rejoice was, and the energy sword in his hand condensed.

"If you don't know what to do, then die!"

Saying that, holding a long sword, he instantly attacked Wen Zilong.

The eighth-order ultimate powerhouse is extremely fast.

Almost reached subsonic speed.

And Wen Zilong is one level lower than him, he is 90% sure that he can kill Wen Zilong with one sword.

However, a very strange scene happened.

When he stabbed with this sword, when he was one inch away from Wen Zilong, the tip of the sword suddenly disappeared.

Exactly, not disappearing.

He continued to stab forward, and the tip of the sword along with a part of the body of the sword disappeared quickly.

But the next moment, it appeared an inch before his throat.

He stabbed forward quickly, and the tip of the sword stabbed quickly towards his throat.

The speed of the two added together, and the speed at which the sword tip stabbed at him had reached more than 600 meters per second.

Even if he is the ultimate powerhouse, he cannot escape at all.

Without even reacting, the tip of the sword stabbed directly into his own neck.

Ding--

With a light sound, a defensive formation Barbarian Dragon Stone was passively activated.

A layer of khaki skin suddenly appeared on the surface of his body.

This is one of his life-saving cards activated.

He instantly retreated 100 meters.

Then he touched his neck.

When he felt that there was no wound on his neck, he breathed a sigh of relief.

And when he looked at Wen Zilong, his eyes no longer had the contempt he had before.

His expression became extremely solemn.

The opponent didn't even move his hand at the early stage of a mere eighth-order.

Forcing himself back.

And the skill the other party used just now was clearly a space skill.

Could it be that this kid is an empty disciple?

While he was thinking, Wen Zilong disappeared instantly.

When it appeared, it was already in front of the mid-level eighth-order powerhouse.

In the claws, the Fire Spirit Sword has already stabbed at this mid-level eighth-order powerhouse.

The eighth-order mid-stage powerhouse hurriedly wanted to avoid it.

However, he suddenly found that he could not dodge at all.

The space around him seemed to freeze.

At the same time, I felt the terrifying energy on the Fire Spirit Sword.

In front of that terrifying energy, even his mid-level eighth-order powerhouse seemed so insignificant.

At this moment, his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness.