Bright Era

Lin Qi suddenly understood the fact-why the ancestors of the Tiger tribe can easily looted the headquarters of the Milo Sect, not only because the ancestors of the Tiger tribe are so powerful, but also because they are simply one. A complete army establishment!

Even if everyone has the same strength, can the ruffians fight against the regular army?

"Bastard, what's in a daze? Keep up!" Lin Qi's **** was suddenly kicked heavily. Lin Qi hurriedly responded, and then led the nine tiger guards lined up in two rows, striding forward. The tribe ran forward.

The black lacquered boulder has a radius of tens of miles, and a black stone beam that is obviously artificially processed extends forward on the edge of the boulder. The stone beam is 100 meters wide, and it is at least a few hundred meters high above the rugged ground with numerous cracks. Even if he ran on the stone beam at such a height, Lin Qi still felt the air around him hot. Unbearable!

"This place, I really saw the undead!" The two rabbits were so hot that they were sweating and covered in long black hair. They were particularly uncomfortable here. They shook their bodies and saw that the black hairs on their bodies suddenly became shorter. The black hairs that were originally more than an inch long and shiny and water suddenly became only a thin layer clinging to them.

The donkey was even more straightforward. The black hairs all over his body were blown up cleanly, revealing the dark flesh and blood, and he ran behind Lin Qi panting. As he ran, the donkey frantically spit out white mouth foam: "Hot, so hot, what the **** is this? Even the greed is not so hot! Ah, the donkey is the first time to come to such a ghost place! "

With a'bang', a huge rod slammed into the donkey's head, and a big bald man who followed Lin Qi's squad ran wildly shouted: "In the marching queue, it is strictly forbidden to talk! Bastard thing, Who brought the donkey? Do you still bring your own rations when you come to Jieyu to suppress it?"

The donkey's eyes suddenly turned red, rations? Bring your own rations? It seems that a long, long time ago, some people said that donkey!

"You are the ration, and your whole family is ration! In the eyes of Uncle Donkey, you idiots are rations! Who is your father? Who is your grandfather? Who is your great grandfather? Who is your great grandfather? Your uncle donkey grows up! Uncle, I swallowed them all as rations!"

The donkey was so angry that he yelled and kicked the bald man out with one hoof.

"Grandson, who dares to say that Uncle Donkey is a ration, Uncle Donkey is endless with him!"

The bald man who was kicked by the donkey was furious. He roared and jumped up, and he was about to pounce on the donkey. But the other bald guys around him quickly leaned to his ear and muttered a few words. The bald guy's complexion suddenly became extremely strange. He stared at the donkey for a while, then shook his head and turned around. Go to trouble with others.

"Uncle Donkey, is it so prestigious!" Lin Qi looked at the donkey in surprise.

"That is!" The cheerful man with the donkey stood up and ran forward desperately with his two hind hooves. While running, he happily shook his long ears: "The prestige of the donkey, no one in the tiger clan knows. , Who doesn’t know? It’s just that they haven’t been here for hundreds of years, and a group of yellow-haired cubs have forgotten the majesty of the donkey!"

Jiejie laughed strangely, and the donkey raised his head proudly: "I still remember the first time the donkey went to Hudao more than 10,000 years ago. Several gray grandsons accused the donkey for the first time to peep on the bath of their dream lover. Looking for trouble with me, Master Donkey ate their two semi-artifacts as fruit, and then Master Donkey became famous as Hudao!"

The corners of Lin Qi's mouth twitched, and the nine tiger guards glanced at the donkey coldly, and suddenly there were some strange complex expressions on their faces like slate.

Running wildly along the stone beam, a group of people rushed out hundreds of miles like a violent wind. The ground around them suddenly violently oscillated, and some cracks on the ground continuously spewed out high-temperature steam and blue fire. At this moment, a huge circular sinkhole suddenly appeared in front.

This circular tiankeng is about a hundred miles in diameter, and the dark tiankeng does not know how deep it is. Only scorching winds continuously rush out from the tiankeng. In the middle of the sky, as Lin Qi had seen from Lin Huai's memory, a sky castle was stably suspended there, and the whole body released a dazzling magical flame.

The sound of huge wings flapping came from all directions. Just as Lin Qi saw the sky castle, there was a gust of wind around him. There were only a pair of white wings on their backs, and the winged men with red eyes were expressionless. He rushed out of the tiankeng, desperately attacking Lin Qi and the others.

Lin Qi is really embarrassed to comment on the strength of these wingmen, they are probably a little better than the rank fighters. This kind of combat power, let alone a demigod, is that a saint can slaughter them wantonly like chickens and dogs.

But the number of white-winged men with more than one hundred thousand rushed out of the tiankeng in such a mess, wielding a dim white lightsaber, and whizzing down expressionlessly, white sword air tearing the air like raindrops. The same poured down. The dense sword aura covered the entire team, and there was no room for dodge at all.

But the warriors of the Tiger tribe didn’t dodge either. They rushed towards these winged men with their heads high, their bleak sword aura stabbed them, making a dull sound of'pupu', which was even a little bit destructive. nothing. For these powerful mobs of the Tiger Clan, the status-level attack power is equivalent to a gentle spring rain, without the slightest threat.

Instead, the few bald guys running in the forefront waved with their hands, and a wave of majestic air roared out, and the tens of thousands of wingmen rushed to the forefront with a'boom' and died, and the dense wingmen one after another. The explosion exploded, and the surrounding air vibrated violently.

"The air here is so sticky and the gravity is so strong, how did they fly?" Lin Qi looked at the large swaths of wingmen who were killed, and cried out in confusion in his heart.

"They are just combat puppets, they are weapons, they are not creatures at all!" The Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse muttered slowly: "So, they can adapt to any environment. Even in the deep sea, they can still maintain more than 90% of their combat effectiveness. If there is no all-terrain, all-weather combat capability, the Angel Legion would not be such a headache!"

Suddenly, the Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse roared: "Be careful, I feel a big guy!"

A bald man killed the last few winged men with a punch, and suddenly a white light burst out of the tiankeng, and one with four pairs of gorgeous white wings on its back. There were several golden light feathers in the feathers. Dazzling speed rushed out, and a sword pierced the bald man. ,

No one was wary of the appearance of the eight-winged winged man. The bald man snorted and was pierced in his chest by the lightning-fast winged man. Then the left hand of the man waved a white beam of light with the thickness of a bowl. It hit this big man's body like thunder, blowing him backwards.

Several tiger tribe men hugged the injured tribe, and saw the transparent hole in the man’s chest, and then looked at him burnt and even saw the upper body of the internal organs. Several tiger tribe men made sharp sharp sounds at the same time. Wailing.

This is the fate of the Tiger Warriors, and this is their unavoidable fate.

Suppress Jieyu, you are ready to sacrifice anytime, anywhere! Because you don't know what kind of risks are hidden behind a group of weak enemies. You don't know when, there will be a powerful enemy that you can't resist suddenly emerge.

The eight-winged winged man raised his long sword and slashed it coldly and ruthlessly. Hundreds of feather-shaped beams shot out, launching an indiscriminate coverage attack on all the Tiger tribesmen at the front of the queue. Lin Qi's mental power was released as soon as it was released, and the attack power of each of these beams was equivalent to the full blow of a high-level demigod.

On the ground world, such a blow is enough to destroy a small kingdom, but here, it is just an ordinary attack. The space structure here is extremely stable, which proves that the rocks and other objects here are very strong enough to withstand the fierce bombardment of the demigod.

Dozens of tiger demigods greeted them. They waved their weapons to block the attack of the eight-winged winged men, and then swept out with a dull tiger's roar with the sword light and axe like an angry dragon. The wing man's body was chopped to pieces.

A white spar the size of a human head slowly flew out from the body of the eight-winged winged man, and then exploded violently with a bang.

Dozens of tiger demigods who besieged the eight-winged winged man vomited blood and flew back at the same time, and nearly half of them were seriously injured by the winged self-detonation. This is the most troublesome part of the Angel Legion. Not to mention the large number of them. Once they fail, they will immediately explode, and the power of self-detonation is enough to severely damage a powerful enemy who is one level higher than them.

This kind of rogue-like dismissal once made the armies of the gods frightened during the Primordial God War, and the Tiger Clan suppressed such an army of angels, which has continued from the era of the Great Shattered to today!

"Damn it!" Lin Qi roared angrily.

"Now you know how powerful the Angel Legion is!" The Hall of Doomsday Apocalypse giggled a few times: "Find Heaven Mountain, repair his control core, wake him up, and then this Legion will be yours! Those low-level There is no need to make too many angels at all. He still maintains the ability to make eight-winged angels. Then, we only need this kind of high-level archangel."

Lin Qi strode forward with a sullen face. The Tiger tribe fighters have rescued the injured tribe members. There were more than a dozen minor injuries, and more than 20 severe injuries. Most of them were severely damaged by internal organs. Injury. As for the tiger warrior who was attacked by the eight-winged angel, there was only one breath left at this moment. According to the tiger's daily combat experience, this tribe member is bound to die.

And among the two dozen severely wounded soldiers, probably more than ten would die here because of their injuries. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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