"Woohoo!"

The offensive began with a sharp whistle, and Elder Cheng was unable to directly participate in the battle, but he found a whistle out of nowhere, and the sound of the blow was similar to the chirping of cicadas, continuous.

A wonderful scene ensued, and the dying wrestler and the big-headed ghost regained their vitality and dragged half of their bodies to pounce on the silver dragon.

The body of the heavy injury, the two ghosts are fierce, but their power has been greatly reduced, and they can no longer be regarded as the main force at this time. The Troubled Elder, who had been injured earlier and had avoided it in advance due to foresight, took over the banner and fought again with vigor.

He's also not the workhorse.

At this moment, what really makes the silver dragon jealous is not the dragon or the ghost, but those who have suffered the most but have not finished killing.

"Kill!"

The blood flowed in his chest, and the children of the six clans surrounded him on all sides with red eyes, and they were bound to die with the silver dragon. Seeing this scene, Yinlong was shocked and couldn't help but be a little curious, why these people suddenly changed their temperament, and they didn't know how to be afraid at all.

It doesn't know the power of the Immortal Punishment Order, and it should be more appropriate to say that it is vicious. Its effect is not to treat the enemy as well, but to target oneself, on the same battlefield, the more casualties the children of the six clans, the more thoroughly the curse of punishment of immortals erupts, and the deeper the hatred in the chest, until the end.

shouted the oath of "the clan will be destroyed", and the six clans have long held the heart of dying together.

The previous dragon whip sweep, compared to the two dead and two injured by the fierce ghosts, the worst thing was actually the person who was a supporting role. In terms of strength, no one could stop the dragon's furious attack, three of the six clan leaders died at once, and there were no bones, and the rest rushed to the seventy or eighty monks who were close and within a thousand feet, and less than one percent survived.

Those who survived were also miserable, some people broke down and escaped from the original gods, and some people were lucky to be on the edge, and they were affected by the loss of arms and feet, at least their lives were saved. There are also people who sacrifice their lives to protect each other because of their siblings, and escape in time.

For example, Yanshan, the three elders of the Sword Pavilion were connected to each other in life and death, and they formed a front line at a critical juncture, at the cost of two deaths and one serious injury, and finally exchanged for Yanshan's life.

There are exceptions.

In group practice. There is only one person who really survived with his ability and was not hit hard: Ouyang Yanwu.

When the dragon's body swept by, Ouyang Yanwu, who was in front of him, suddenly changed. Six-colored brilliance appeared on her body, like a feather coat and wings, and she was firmly wrapped in it. Perhaps because of the silver dragon's reflection of brilliance, Ouyang Yanwu was as erratic as a colorful cloud, and he was powerless.

After the dragon's body, the colorful clouds were swept out of the sky, but Ouyang Yanwu was not seriously injured, only his face was a little pale. Restlessness.

A few long feathers fell with it, and they automatically ignited and turned to ashes, leaving no trace at all. Occasionally, those who noticed this scene looked up and saw that Ouyang Yanwu had returned to its original state, her face was cold and murderous, and it was no different from before.

There are so many things worth paying attention to in the huge battlefield that almost no one notices this scene.

It's hard to notice. But he wasn't surprised.

Elder Cheng noticed this, and a flash of horror flashed in his eyes. His lips moved, and he sighed helplessly.

Thirteen Lang also noticed it, took a look, revealed his tracks, and then hurriedly threw out a few things prepared in his hand and hid his body again.

"Here you go. Catch it!"

I don't know who to shout, but the unlucky Thirteen Lang did not participate in the siege of the silver dragon, but dragged the meat egg that ate Su to the altar, and his heart was silently pondering.

"The dragon should be finished, the real battle is here!"

"Damn it. ”

The ghost is here again. The dragon also came, and nearly half of the besieging crowd died, and there were still hundreds of the rest. Such a lineup is pulled out, and no Nirvana-level monk can be taken lightly. Yinlong was shocked, confused, and worried, but he was still confident in victory.

Without Long Wei, he still has a dragon body, the dragon body is half crippled, he still has spells, the other party seems to be a lot of people, most of the life cultivation has gone, and the rest is only the power of ants.

Without those fierce ghosts, life is still beautiful.

"Since you take the initiative to seek death, this seat will fulfill you!"

Overhead, the dragon lifted its buttless tail and slammed it into the void, charging into the densest part of the crowd as it appeared, sending out three claws.

One claw, one person, one blow, one life, no matter how stubborn the three of them resisted and what kind of Dao method they used, the result still fell.

The offensive is fierce, the key is too fast to guard, and from a certain point of view, he is more terrifying than the dragon body. For example, this group of monks, the three major life cultivators formed a joint formation, and they were fully capable of carrying the dragon's blow just now; however, the split soul is different from the dragon body, and he does not fight for strength, but directly penetrates the void; he has the power of the dragon clan on his body, and when he appears, he first crushes the divine domain, and then attacks when the monk's mind is turbulent, and he will not miss the next time.

The Three Cultivators were the main battle group, and many of the children of the six clans around him roared in unison, attacking him desperately, but the silver-robed young man did not accept the call, sneered and walked away, returning to the head of the silver dragon through the void, ready to attack again.

Seeing this scene, people with a heart somewhat understood something and shouted one after another.

"He doesn't have much ability to move himself, so he keeps people in the air!"

"Its body is a soul body, give up the divine domain, cast a spell to intercept!"

"There must be flaws in the evil forbidden arts, the attack is fierce, and the self is weak and vulnerable!"

These are all very reasonable, and the reactions of the monks are not bad, first of all, they join forces to cast the forbidden sky technique around, not to stop each other, at least to give birth to an alarm. Many people use their range magic powers, and urge the talisman magic weapon to the most urgent, although it is not certain that they can intercept and kill the opponent, at least it is not as comfortable as before, in case it is delayed for a while, it is the time to turn the corner.

The effect is good, and the silver dragon becomes cautious when casting the phantom, and tries to choose a lone monk as the target, and the damage is greatly reduced.

With such a result, Yinlong is also very happy.

"Idiot. ”

The group cultivation divided its energy to protect itself, which meant that the pressure on the silver dragon was greatly reduced, but everyone knew that in the heart of the silver dragon at this moment, human cultivation was the main enemy, but it was not the most troublesome opponent.

When the body was healthy, the silver dragon didn't care about people cultivating spells at all, but it wasn't like that now, its body was broken, and it could choose its weaknesses everywhere. At the same time, there are too many human races, and they are not afraid of death, no matter how fast the soul splitting speed is, they can't be killed all at once, and the best way is to slow down and delay.

The main enemy evades the edge. The silver dragon just took the time to kill the few opponents who had not been able to completely kill before, as well as those who he thought could threaten him. As long as he does this well, Yinlong has reason to believe that even if he removes half of his body, he can still kill all these people and humiliate them. Snow shame.

"The ants have done blasphemy, and I'll settle accounts with you later. ”

Forcibly suppressing the flames in his heart, the silver dragon took the time to release his soul to contain the crowd, and at the same time turned his head and turned his gaze on the two demons, Elder Cheng, and finally concentrated on the giant dragon transformed by the distressed old man.

It's hateful and unbelievable that after such a fight, the wounds on that ugly dragon's body actually healed this damn bastard!

Or is he the most threatening and causing the most trouble to himself.

The earth dragon is strong in repair, and the fight is grinding, compared to these two, the heyday silver dragon is not as good as it.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared high-pitched. The silver dragon gritted its teeth and slashed its front claws in front of him, completely severing the ongoing battle of the divine domain, and withstood the sharp pain from his divine sense, pulling out his body, and the dragon's tail gently swung and shot the soul at the only remaining master, and his body flew forward.

"Old dog, you go to death first!"

Kill the leader, the rest of the monks are poorly organized, and the man is close to the opposite elder. Maybe people can kill two birds with one stone, and if not, they can also test whether the elder who opened the underworld still has hole cards.

The abacus crackled. When sprinting, the silver dragon did not forget to look sideways, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and the cheers were interrupted.

A few streamers flew around, and there was a dragon roar in my ears, and a few clear noises, so familiar and so unfamiliar.

"Cone!"

"Eighteen Hells!"

"Splash the wind and kill!"

"Here you go. Catch it!"

The first three are very easy to understand, you can know who it is when you hear it, and the last voice is also very familiar, but what is his name?

Here you go, catch?

It's weird to say. At this time, Yinlong did not pay attention to the first few opponents who were qualified to be taken seriously, but the last sentence that sounded inconsequential, and couldn't help but want to see what he was shouting.

It turned out that his feeling was right, and with just one eye, the silver dragon's expression changed drastically, and he vomited blood and cursed.

"You bastard!"

There were three things thrown out by Jusan Lang, and the first thing that the silver dragon noticed was a dragon horn, and the target was the giant dragon that was difficult to turn into.

Ordinary people can't see the mystery, and they are overjoyed by it, and the silver dragon grits its teeth for it.

"Thank you, little friend!"

With one claw, he immediately cast a spell to urge, and his body was instantly covered with a layer of yellow brilliance, and his confidence skyrocketed, and the momentum of pounced on the silver dragon even more.

"Come, Evil Barrier!"

At the beginning, Jin Wu said that the power of the dragon's horns could carry life and cultivation, but he did not mention one point: which person is used to score points.

The dragon horn is the thing on the dragon's body, and the thirteen lang is a human cultivator, who is born out of place, and the effect is greatly reduced. It's not the same, he's a dragon and he's in the same lineage, and there's no one in the world who is more suitable than him.

In terms of realm, the snake demon was only one step away from the true realm, and the dragon horn was born when it turned into a dragon, which was no less than a transformation opportunity for Nanxin. It's a pity that this is a battlefield, if you can spare time to refine it, not only will your defense be doubled, but it is also possible to greatly increase the realm of difficult hearts, and you can even break through the Nirvana level.

Now it's hard to get rid of.

"Kill!"

Wearing armor, it was difficult to collide with the silver dragon head-on, fighting everywhere with his teeth and claws, and he did not retreat with one blow like just now, and it was difficult to solve. In this way, the trouble of the silver dragon will be great, and the key annihilation will become entanglement, one will eliminate the other, and the momentum of the besieging crowd will rise sharply, and the offensive will be like a tide.

"Damn it, you damn it!"

One misstep turned into a thousand years of hatred, the silver dragon scolded wildly in the bitter fight, and suddenly two senses were born in the chaos, one was in danger as if on the verge of life and death, and the other was mysterious and unpredictable, both of which were so strong and difficult to distinguish between the important and the severe.

Turning his head, Thirteen Lang threw out a piece of black armor, aiming for the pile of meat on the altar.

"Dragon Scale Armor!"

The strong breath revealed the truth, and the silver dragon screamed to catch it, but suddenly turned his head like thunder, and his eyes were about to split.

"Brute!"

Behind the head of the Solomon Division, the Soul Splitting Phantom had just appeared, and before he raised his hand, his figure suddenly paused, his expression was shocked, panicked, and frightened.

"Hack him!"

The voice of the little girl came from her ears, and the three loud shouts immediately echoed, and the three sharp axes flew over.

"Splash the wind, kill!"

(To be continued......)