Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"Yes!" Meng Han clenched his sword tightly.

"Yes, otherwise this battle will be very boring." Beimeng Wang Liang smiled amusedly.

"Well, although you are strong, I'm not as weak as I am!" Meng Khan snorted.

"This is exactly what Mr. Wang wants." The king of Northern Mongolia drank a cup loudly: "Come on!" Let the king see the true power of the dragon knight! "

Just after drinking, Meng Han drank a glass of wine, used his strength to take out a sword, and faced the appearance of the Mongolian king, squandered a fierce silver giant awn.

"Um?"

What surprised Meng Wangwei even more was that this time Meng Han's attack was obviously much stronger than before.

boom!

Surprised, the dozens of tigers not far behind the ones who the Mongols avoided just now will be irritated by the smell of Mongols for no reason. Without even the ability to make a phone call, they were blown to pieces.

"You!" The King of Northern Mongolia looked back, furious. "Great, you'll pay for it," he said.

The ferocious king of Northern Mongolia clenched his fists and took a big step. The huge body did not affect the shape of the king of Northern Mongolia.

In the blink of an eye, the Northern Mongolian King actually snatched Meng Han's body, and with a pair of giant fists, accompanied by strength, he mercilessly struck the past.

When the Khan was shocked, he immediately raised both fists and crossed the past with a heavy sword.

boom!

This sword, like a piece of hard steel, did not cause much damage to the King of Northern Mongolia, but instead forced a terrible counterattack.

"All right!"

Khan was so startled that he almost fell off the dragon's back.

Turning around, Meng Han saw a spirit in his eyes, with a sword in one hand, full of strong silver light, like the aurora piercing sharply on the chest of the King of Northern Mongolia.

"very good!"

The King of Beimeng drank loudly and walked over with his hands.

Ferocious, so a clip, bigger than the Mongol King Palm is like a magnet, but it's a steady sword, and Meng Han stabs.

"What?" Meng Han's face was startled, but he didn't realize that the power of the Mongolian king was so terrifying that he had poured all his fighting spirit into it, and he couldn't get another point.

Oh! Appearance

Menghan sat down, but didn't have a chance to relax. The huge body swung violently, and ruthlessly bumped into the body of King Beimeng.

The face of the King of Beimeng sank, both hands moved, the sword was tightly held in his hand, and he threw the sword back fiercely.

Meng Han couldn't hold it for a while, and even a person holding a sword was blown out.

At this time, the dragon's heavy body rushed over with a powerful force.

boom!

The king of Northern Mongolia, with feet as deep as tree roots, quickly jumped out of his hands, jumping first in the body of the giant dragon.

For a split second, the dragon's movements were under control, and the king of Northern Mongolia put his hands on the dragon and took a gulp, but his two hands were sucking and scolding the dragon as it lifted its huge body.

Strong! So strong!

dragon! That's a real dragon! The king of Northern Mongolia raised his hands, and the dragon had nowhere to go, but he couldn't control his body.

This scene is so shocking.

The orc army saw this scene, their morale was higher, and they had long forgotten life and death, and the ferocious flood killed the human army.

When Meng Han saw this scene, he was more worried or angry.

Fierce, sweating body about to go to the sky, with a tightly gripped sword in hand, filled with dazzling silver, ready to rush down at any moment. ..