Global Advent: Apocalyptic Island Game

Therefore, Yiertu mistook him for nothing but trash.

Of course, if Yiertu had come earlier and seen the scene where Meng Hao punched and exploded the formation protecting the city, he wouldn't have said that.

"Your opponent is me!"

Seeing that Yun Ni was still explaining to the young man, Namigood suddenly laughed.

It's only now that I know how to introduce the enemy's relevant information to the other party. Don't you think it's too late?

Yiertu was also overjoyed.

The person in front of him is really a fool, he doesn't even know the famous Wind Staff.

In Hanzezhou, the prestige of the wind stick is in full swing.

In the distance, the massacre of civilians by the mage warriors had stopped.

At this time, whether it was the civilians who were desperately resisting or the murderous magician warriors, they all looked at this battlefield.

Countless civilians prayed in their hearts, hoping that this new young man would win.

After all, if he wins, everyone can live.

The magicians and warriors stared at Meng Hao intently.

The scene of Meng Hao stabbing Nalanjie to death just now still haunted their hearts like a nightmare.

They hope that Elder Yiertu can kill each other and strengthen their own prestige.

"Death to me!"

In the midst of everyone's attention, Yiertu let out a roar, and threw the wind stick in his hand towards Meng Hao.

Immediately, the powerful magical power soared instantly, and the magical power above the ninetieth level erupted at this moment like a volcano that had been suppressed for many years.

The next moment, an extremely terrifying hurricane appeared, turned into a muddy wind dragon, and swept towards Meng Hao.

Under everyone's shocked eyes, Meng Hao's figure was swallowed by this wind dragon.

"Ah, this..."

In the distance, many civilians who had been longing for a miracle to happen, saw Meng Hao being swallowed by the hurricane, and their mood instantly fell into an ice cellar.

The hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished.

I thought this was a strong man who could save all living beings from fire and water, but I didn't expect that it was just a flash in the pan and could not stop the minions of the Lord of Heaven.

Seeing this scene, the magicians and warriors all breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Yiertu is the Chief Elder of the Hanzezhou Magician Guild. His own magic power is above the ninetieth rank, and his combat effectiveness is extremely amazing.

That human kid from the lower realms is considered stronger than Nalanjie at level 67, but when encountering super masters above level [-], the only way is to drink and hate.

The person who felt the most astonished was undoubtedly Yiertu.

Originally seeing the opponent so arrogant, I thought how strong the opponent was.

Now he just wants to say: "That's it?"

Just when Yiertu was about to turn around and leave to help Namigood deal with Yun Ni, he was shocked to find a figure.

That's right, in the center of that terrifying hurricane, there was a figure standing proudly. At this time, he was calm and calm, walking towards him with firm steps.

He was tall and thin, and looked like a weak scholar, but in the core of the terrifying hurricane, his soles seemed to be rooted on the ground, and he didn't move at all.

What shocked Yiertu even more was that the opponent was walking towards him through the hurricane he shot as if nothing had happened.

"Goo!"

Yiertu swallowed hard, his eyes widened.

As a magician above rank ninety, he is very familiar with his own attacks.

He tried his best for that blow just now, and under the boost of the wind staff, one can imagine how powerful it is.

Even someone as strong as Namigood would never be able to be so calm.

The other party obviously did not cast any magic, but he was not affected by the hurricane at all, so he walked towards Yiertu with steady steps.

Seeing this scene, the civilians watching the battle from a distance all shouted excitedly.

"Oh my god, with such a strong hurricane, if it were someone else, the scraped bones would definitely be gone."

"Who the hell is he? Why is he so strong that he is not even afraid of the wind stick."

"Hush, let's see the situation first. If this young man wins, we don't have to die."

"That's great, by the way, what's his name?"

"I don't know, if he can save us, he will be our reborn parents."

"How about we call daddy together?"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, but Meng Hao didn't care at all. He stepped on the wind and sand and walked towards Yiertu step by step.

It seems to move slowly, but it is actually extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Hao's figure appeared beside Yiertu.

However, he didn't make a move, and just passed by the opponent.

Yier Tuben had already placed his wind staff horizontally in front of him, ready to resist the possible attack of the opponent.

However, the other party just left?

Didn't even raise an arm?

What exactly does he want to do?

Just when Yiertu was puzzled, two heads and four arms suddenly emerged from behind Meng Hao.

One of the arms clenched a fist and smashed hard at his head.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the blood spurted out together with the brain, like a fiery red firework, unparalleled in beauty.