As soon as the pitch-black ring broke away from Wang Ye's palm, the dark necromancer condensed his spiritual perception and wanted to investigate it carefully.

Unfortunately, the dark ring was wrapped with a weak but tenacious spiritual barrier, blocking his spiritual perception from the outside.

In the face of the duck that was about to reach his mouth, the dark necromancer did not use violent means to forcibly break this spiritual barrier.

"Swoosh..." The

pitch-black ring streaked a graceful parabola in mid-air, falling towards the necromancer's back...

The necromancer's gaze was always focused on the pitch-black ring.

After determining the trajectory of the pitch-black ring, he snorted coldly in his heart with disdain.

Poor little fellow, how dare you use this little trick that can't be on the table?

Well, then let it be whatever you want, so that you can die to understand....

The Dark Necromancer raised his head and looked at the pitch-black ring that was rapidly passing overhead, and a white Sensen's bone hand suddenly appeared above his head, blocking the path of the pitch-black ring...

"Step!"

At this moment, Wang Ye suddenly exerted his power and rushed towards the Dark Department Necromancer like an off-string arrow.

"Hum..." At

the same time, a hideous ghost hand condensed purely from spiritual power appeared in front of Wang Ye, taking a step ahead and striking towards the Dark Necromancer.

"Oh, ridiculous!"

Seeing that the pitch-black ring was firmly caught by the bone hand, the dark necromancer looked down at Wang Ye, his eyes full of ridicule.

Wang Ye, who had the Spirit Enhancement Ring in his hand, was a figure in his eyes, a threat, and needed to be treated with caution.

But the moment the spiritual amplification ring left Wang Ye's palm, Wang Ye's threat to him no longer existed...

Psychic attack?

Scold!

Who wouldn't!

"Buzz!"

Dead air surged, and the spirit was shaken.

A ghost hand condensed by dead qi and spirit, exuding a gloomy cold chill, suddenly appeared in front of the body of the dark necromancer, and flew towards the incoming Nether Grip...

Nether Ghost Hand.

The most popular psychic attack skill among necromancers.

In addition to mental damage, the Nether Ghost Hand also has both magical damage and physical damage.

Although in terms of spiritual attacks, the Nether Ghost Hand is not as strong as the Nether Grip, but in terms of total damage, the Nether Ghost Hand is three points stronger than the Nether Grip...

"Boom!"

The two big hands collided together at high speed in mid-air, erupting with a loud sound.

Dust and smoke, air shaking....

A circle of terrifying spiritual shockwaves, centered on this, swept around, unscrupulously venting their own power...

"Click, click... Boom..." Under

the wave of the spiritual shockwave, the spiritual shield in front of the necromancer of the dark system could no longer support it, and turned into fragments all over the sky.

"Swoosh..."

The spiritual shockwave that followed immediately came to the eyes of the exposed dark necromancer.

"How come... So strong? The

Dark Necromancer was horrified.

Such a situation was completely unanticipated by him in advance.

In his opinion, under his all-out blow, the opponent's Nether Grip will be destroyed like a decay, and the Nether Ghost Hand, whose power is undiminished, will wipe out the other party's body and soul together, erasing all the existence of the other party...

But the reality did not develop according to his expectations....

Not only that, but now I slapped him hard....

One after another, the spiritual shock waves were like a cold wind, madly impacting the spirit of the dark necromancer.

Large beads of sweat oozed densely from his forehead.

In an instant, it wet his old face that was as pale as paper...

Fortunately, the mental storm came and went quickly, did not last long, and quickly dissipated.

"Huh-huh..." the necromancer gasped and looked ahead in disbelief.

Damn, good risk....

I almost couldn't bear it....

This kid is so strong....

Fortunately... He died....

"Huh?" As soon as this thought arose in his mind, the pupils of the dark necromancer suddenly contracted to the extreme.

Horror!

I saw that Wang Ye had already carried a sharp sword and rushed to the front of the Dark Necromancer, and was about to plunge the long sword in his hand into the heart of the Dark Necromancer.

Counterpart... Unexpectedly... Not dead?

Not only did he not die, but when he was shielded by the mental shock wave with the help of his perception, he quietly killed him in front of his eyes?

However, as soon as this look of horror appeared in his eyes, it was replaced by dazzling killing intent.

Find death!

Dare to ride the face and fight bayonets with me, who is a dark necromancer?

He was understandably struck in the face by a warrior or a melee professional among the priests and superpowers.

But being attacked by the necromancers of other routes on the face, saying, was completely incomprehensible to him and unacceptable.

He felt... Insults....

"Buzz!"

A slender bone spur suddenly appeared in the palm of the dark undead, and was quickly stabbed out by the dark necromancer.

An inch long, an inch strong.

Before the sword in Wang Ye's hand pierced into the heart of the dark necromancer, the bone spur in the hand of the dark necromancer came first, piercing Wang Ye's heart first.

"Buzz!"

The bone spurs concussed, shattering Wang Ye's heart.

"Ridiculous!"

Watching the vitality in Wang Ye's eyes begin to fade, the Dark Necromancer snorted coldly in his heart.

Suddenly, he felt a strange sense of restraint and vibration coming from the bone spurs.

It's as if you're caught tightly by something....

And jumping and jumping....

Quite weird....

"Poof!"

However, this strange feeling had just arisen in the mind of the dark necromancer, and it was buried by the sound of a sharp blade entering the body and the pain that tended to be numb to the extreme...

"How so..." The

corner of the dark necromancer's mouth was full of blood, and he looked down at his heart.

I saw a sharp sword coming in consistently, leaving only the hilt outside.

He wanted to look up at the man holding the hilt of his sword, and he didn't believe it was as he expected.

It's a pity that he doesn't have this ability anymore....

"Poof!"

Wang Ye pulled out the slender bone spur inserted in his heart, and then his face turned white, he fell to the ground, and a scream like a ghost crying wolf howled came out of his mouth.

"Aaaaa!!a

"It hurts!!"

"Fuck, how come this bone spur still has barbs..."

Wang Ye screamed while thinking about an extremely serious question.

Do you want to make up for yourself and give yourself a pain?

The heart has been pierced, and blood is spraying out

... This kind of injury, repaired, will be very troublesome....

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