Sword Master Ling Tian

Inside the underground city.

Nearly a million dwarf races are stationed on the city wall, watching the warriors of the major races that have been killed in all directions. There is no fear on the faces of these small powerhouses.

They were born in darkness, but they have been longing for the light above the ground.

They have been suppressed for too long, and they also want to compete with other powerful races for resources, just like other powerful races.

However, their ethnic group is weak and can only live underground in humiliation.

And this time, they finally waited for the opportunity!

Inside the underground palace of the dungeon, four dwarven kings stand around an altar.

And above the altar at this time, there is a pair of bright cyan battle armor suspended.

The armor is like green gold, shining brightly.

However, at this time, the four dwarven kings around the altar did not have any covetous color on their faces.

Moreover, this kind of sacred armor is not something they can control.

At this time, their look was unusually respectful.

Because, on top of the battle armor, there is this figure, sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed slightly.

The figure is hazy and illusory, and it is known at a glance that it is the body of soul.

However, the coercion of this spirit body is particularly powerful, even surpassing the top immortal king.

Very powerful.

"Hehe, these humble immortal races still want to get their hands on me!"

Suddenly, his eyes opened and closed slightly with a cold snort.

"Yes, this is just a lowly race in the immortal world, trying to have you as an adult is simply reckless."

"Yes, but please don't worry, sir, since they are in the dungeon of my Dru clan, these humble races' arrogances, don't want to survive! We will clean up these ants for adults!"

Around the altar, the four dwarven kings bowed.

"Hmph, if I hadn't been born just after breaking the seal, I wouldn't have landed in your dwarf dungeon!"

"My armor body is broken in many places. As long as you can stop me from repairing the wounds on the armor body, I promise you that when my master returns, I will definitely bring you the Drew family back to the surface!"

"As for the humble ants out there, it's best for you to clean them. If you can't get them, I will take action!"

The spirit said coldly.

"Hehe, how can you let the adults take action!? The adults, please feel at ease to cultivate, everything, there is our Dru clan!"

In front of Qi Ling, the old man of the dwarf race with the highest cultivation level turned around and looked at the other three kings, "You go out now and command the tribesmen to fight, so that all the warriors who enter the dungeon will die!"

"Don't keep one!"

"Yes!" The remaining three dwarven kings nodded and immediately bowed to exit the underground palace.

"Hehe, it seems that this time, our Tianfeng Underground City can finally return to the surface and enjoy the aura of heaven and earth!"

Walking out of the underground palace, a dwarven king said excitedly.

"Yes, with the help of the ancient gods, the human race is not afraid of it. Even the monsters and the dark demons, we don't need to look at their faces."

However, the third dwarven king sneered, "Do you really think that the ancient protoss will help us the Drew!?"

The two dwarven kings were startled when they heard the words, and the man said again: "The ancient gods are more arrogant than the heavens. How can they take care of us like Dru!?"

"The reason why he is in our dungeon now is not because he is injured in his body and cannot face so many gods of the race. When we help him recover his armor body and heal his injuries, you think he will Fulfill your promise!?"

The expressions of the two dwarf kings changed, and they said angrily: "Could it be that he is using us!?"

"Then what shall we do!? I waited for the Dru clan to be laughed at by all the clan, now how can I let this spirit play with it."

"No way, until now, the monsters, humans, and the dark demons have already come to my dungeon. First, kill the geniuses of these races. Anyway, these geniuses also have this great opportunity. I have I have sensed a lot of the aura of the power of the origin, if I wait to swallow it, I may be able to enter the realm of the immortal!"

"As for the spirit, hehe, don't worry, the patriarch has his own plan. This Protoss battle armor is the real opportunity for us Dru clan!"

"Let's go, I will meet the younger generations of those ethnic groups!"

The three dwarf fairy kings smiled at each other, and then flew towards the three walls separately.

The armies of Human Race, Demon Race and Dark Demon Race each chose a wall and began to attack.

Today's ethnic groups do not have the will to fight first. After all, compared with these opportunities in front of them, fighting each other is the most stupid.

However, in this situation, it is clear that which party can break into the dungeon first, and which party is taking the initiative.

Therefore, the three major ethnic groups have spared no effort.

The first to launch a fierce offensive was of course the most powerful dark demons.

Several thousand zhang demon shadows rolled towards the dungeon with the heavenly devilish energy.

On the underground city, there are also formations enveloped.

The demon shadow roared, manifesting tens of thousands of swords, hammering on the formation, causing the entire underground world to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, the demons and the Tianjiao of the human race also took action one after another.

Hundreds of thousands of Tianjiao powerhouses gathered under the fire, and the formation above the dungeon suddenly showed signs of non-support.

There is no way, the three major ethnic groups, Tianjiao, will join forces. This kind of combat power is a dungeon formation that cannot be resisted.

"Hmph, the tribe gods on the surface, broke into my dungeon, are they trying to bully my Drew clan!?"

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the dungeon, and then the three fairy kings rose up into the sky, transformed into three short dwarf fairy kings, and appeared on the three sides of the city wall.

Behind these three dwarf fairy kings, there are nine fairy king light wings blooming, although they cannot have the ability to leapfrog the other races Tianjiao, but their cultivation base is extremely high.

These three immortal kings have all reached the top of the immortal king, breaking through to the realm of the immortal, but they are only in the line.

The combat power of these three dwarf fairy kings is also quite good, holding the warhammer that seems to be used for refining in their hands, crashing down, causing countless three tribe warriors who cannot be prepared for death and injury.

"Grandma's, swing the hammer in front of this young master, I will meet him!"

Seeing this, Zuo Xiao was furious and greeted him with the thunder hammer.

As one of the few Tianjiao of the Dugu Immortal Kingdom, Zuo Xiao's combat power is already comparable to that of Li Futu, and he is naturally the combat power of the top Immortal King.

"Haha, human doll, you don't even have a territory of your own tribe, and you dare to stand out in front of my Drew clan!? Go down!"

The dwarf fairy king sneered, and the sky hammer shadows gathered, falling from the sky, and quaking on Zuo Xiao's Thunder hammer shadow.

boom!

puff!

With just a hammer, Zuo Xiao was blasted down into the sky, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and the phantom of the will of the Immortal Venerable behind him was shattered.

So strong! ?

Luo Cheng and the others were furious. They never thought that this looks like a small dwarf race that has such a terrifying combat power.

The same goes for the monster race and the dark demon race. After despising the combat power of the dwarven race, the Tianjiao who rushed up were all seriously injured.

Ling Tian frowned, the combat power of this dwarf fairy king, among the top fairy kings, was absolutely high-level, equivalent to the ancestors of the Bai family of Dajin, the junior geniuses of Zuo Xiao and Li Futu, and could not compete with it. of.

He looked into the distance, the bare feet hanging in the air, Moshou, "Go on, or I will come!?"