The Beast’s Blood Boils

"Don't get entangled! Get out! Get out!" Head Jennifer desperately retreated, trying to make all the mercenaries on the steps to retreat, giving the archers who put on armored heavy arrows a shooting space. \\mStarter\\

Finally, I have had the first confrontation experience. Although the mercenaries were in a panic this time, under the leadership of several captains, Xia finally stabilized their positions and did not get separated by a single blow as before.

Fearing the destructive power and brutal desperate impact of this horse and Orlephan warrior, a group of four Dragon Lance infantrymen together carried a fine iron dragon spear, and set up one with a rigid shield and a seven-bladed dragon spear. Dense steel forest-this is completely correct. The seven-bladed gun Lin can resist even the heavy cavalry, not to mention the Bimeng infantry who only knows to hack and slash indiscriminately, blocking the step passage. At the same time, when the close encounter begins, the archer can calmly cover the blow and use the armor-piercing heavy arrow with the weight of the arrowhead to carry out the key attack. Then there will be no suspense in this battle.

It's just that the dragon spearmen blocked the downhill intersection, but pushed the pikemen guarding the "Birdwing Ballista" into the eternal abyss, inserting the Coulee Fire Guns back into the piggy and the wolf behind. When the tooth stick smashed over, four or five mercenaries on the steps were taken by his power, and they turned around in a panic and ran away, hitting one end in the gun forest composed of Jumalong spears, and they were hung into meat skewers.

The "Metal Rose" mercenary group originally did not have the dragon spear heavy infantry organization. This time when the Sherpa family weapon shop was refurbished, the squadron leader of the spearman squadron admired the seven-bladed heavy spear with the tower rim spear head. , Brought ten handles over, but I didn't expect it to be used immediately.

This battle was useless enough to fight against the infantry with advanced weapons against heavy cavalry. The squadron leader of this nimble gun handle was filled with emotion.

In the end ten mixed on the battlefield, the old fritters with keen sense of touch, the dragon gun gun array has just been erected, and countless sharpened bamboos fill the gaps in the gun array with phoenix tails dense and lush. These are the members of the slave hunting group under Count Totti.

The pikemen guarding the birdwing ballista on the steps are considered **** mildew. The ordinary pikemen can’t resist these Bimon weapons at all. No matter how flexible or long they are, the mammoth hercules’ long swords are definitely not. This group of mercenaries can be compared, and as for the fastest rushing horse, he is simply a nightmare in a nightmare.

There is no way in the sky, and the gunmen who have no way to enter the ground encountered the dilemma of the first wave of offensive echelon just now. The pig in the lead is not afraid of any spear piercing at all. You stab me and I smash you. The spear hits his armor like stabbing an iron wall, and the mace in his hand hits you. But they are invincible. The gunmen now only hate themselves for fighting against him under a wall. As for the group of Orphans behind him, they are even more terrifying. When fighting in close quarters, they acted as a servant. The soldier stabbed in the belly. You can even poke through a row behind.

The spearmen originally had a square formation. They were fighting and fighting, and there was no formation. They were just hacked and smashed.

It can be said that the offensive methods of this group of Beamon are actually not advanced strategies and tactics. This level of offense can be said to be the most concise, without technicality at all. However, the old fritters of the mercenaries who have been fighting for a long time suffered a big loss twice in a row. The mercenaries are really crazy. They know how to prevent them, but they can't prevent them.

Their IQ has been completely stunned by this brutal and ferocious play.

The pikemen's close combat was originally good at catching them. It stands to reason that the swordsman who protects them in the back row should come up to respond at this time, but the narrow passage has long been blocked, and there are constantly being leaped into the air. His corpse flew straight down, sometimes the sea of ​​blades in front of him screamed, and in vain, a swift blade of light had broken through his body, and even hugged the forehead of a mercenary behind. What a fight is this. The whole has become a massacre.

Head Jennifer rode on horseback and yelled for a long time. Even she didn't know what she was talking about. The only thing that was certain was that her head was in a mess.

Seeing that the lower **** of the steps was blocked by the dense forest and the retreat was blocked by a gun array, Bimon in front of him pounced like a wolf and a tiger in the crowded places. There are several brave big swordsmen elephants counterattack but they are sent to the opponent's knife edge. This group of Bimen has already been killed smoothly. The terrible mace of the leader Pigg is in such a small space. Almost all the angles of attack were blocked, a stick was swiped in the past and a piece fell. The two-handed epee and the owner were often smashed into the air by a thousand-pound mace, and the broken steel blades were scattered everywhere.

What's more annoying is that even if some great swordsmen have good martial arts, they bite the bullet to pick up the steel sword of the opposing Orlephan warrior, and often cut into two with their own epee with their body. This psychological pressure It's too torturous.

The archer formation was also urged by the leader, and began to suppress firepower indiscriminately. At such a close distance, the crowd on the steps moved around again, and accidental injuries must be inevitable. The archers are under the command of the captain. After a volley, I saw a dense pile of arrows shrouded like a dark cloud toward the fighting crowd on the steps, and the screams suddenly appeared one after another.

What makes these archers who use piercing heavy arrows hate their teeth is that this group of Bimen not only likes to drill in crowded places, but the bowstring is tumbling on the spot, shrewd to death, washed by a rain of arrows, Except for leaving the piggy swinging a mace and still counterattacking, the remaining Orlephan warriors used a cunning that was completely incompatible with the style of the Beamon warrior. He quickly turned around and dragged the bird's wings to get off the steps. Foot slipped to the cave dwelling.

The Battle of Hyjal a thousand years ago between Beimon and the humans is still regarded as a classic teaching example in the imperial academies. Although the Beamon fighters were tough, they lacked discipline. Once they were able to kill, they would be easily surrounded by the enemy and be wiped out. They were also recognized by all military academies as the most fundamental reason for the defeat of the Battle of Hyjal.

Count Totti's face was pursed with anger, and these Beamon were able to escape the battlefield in a fight, and it almost made him feel a fist hit in the cotton pile.

A big man among the Orlephan warriors actually used the Birdwing Ballista as a cloak against his back. He calmly covered the other giant elephant warriors and slipped back into the cave with his big ass. Now, the Sunder Armor has nothing to do with this 5,000-pound bronze ballista.

The faces of the two magicians were not very good-looking, these Bimeng faced opponents hundreds of times more than them, not only did not have the slightest timidity, but killed two in and two out. This is too much for the two magicians to lose face, but I have to admit that this group of Bimen is very cunning, specializing in picking places with a lot of people, and constantly shifting directions, making the two great magicians a little bit of a fool.

Lord Earl stopped the two masters' urge to use high-level magic in time.

"There is no need for the two masters to waste precious magical powers, this pigeon must be finished." Count Totti said confidently.

As soon as the earl's voice fell, a row of mercenaries on the steps struck the front door with their mace from left to right. Several figures jumped into the air and fell from the upper steps, and landed in the gun forest. There was a string of muffled noises, like chunks of salted fish that were soaked in the sun, which were exposed on the iron gun. under the sun.

The fierce battle suddenly stopped.

There were at most a dozen mercenaries caught on the steps, and they were all great swordsmen.

The palms of many mercenaries holding dragon spears were wet, and while everyone was nervously swallowing their saliva, they were also thinking secretly, in accordance with the dominance of this peg warrior. Can the dragon spear and the shield block him?

Liu Zhenshake held a mace and slowly climbed down the level. The momentum of the prison sea made every mercenary's heart tremble. The strong body bathed in blood was blurred and dazzling in the sun, his eyes seemed to pick up the night. A steel knife slowly drawn out of its sheath. Leng Sen's edge flashed with eager anticipation of depriving life.

The mercenaries felt as if they were picking up a pile of moths facing the blazing fire in the oil lamp.

This Pig's eyes swept across, and everyone felt that their neck was chilling, like an epee was resting on their neck.

The Great Swordsmen were already unable to retreat, and the Viking epee in their hands was as heavy as the snow mountain of Tamuraya.

Liu Zhensha waved the mace in his hand, and the swordsmen scrambled to climb the stone statues on both sides of the step passage and jumped off from above.

There was some commotion in the dragon gun formation, but calm soon returned. \\mStarter\\

In the anger of the head, the archers who had just awakened from the dream immediately remembered their duties, and countless arrows shot at this Bimon.

There is no way to hide, the arrow sticks like dark clouds are like a bunch of hungry locusts. With a **** grin. Pounced on this lonely pig.

In the face of the terrible situation, even this horse could only helplessly cover his face with a mace. After three breaths, this horse became a standard porcupine. The whole body was filled with arrow feathers, and the mace "Kuang Dang" in his hand fell feebly, a pair of black eyes with the sturdyness that never disappeared, fell down, and rolled down the steps softly along the stairs. .

The mercenaries cheered in unison, and everyone felt relieved with joy.

Seeing that the piggy shot into a thorn pig finally fell down, Head Jennifer himself took a few breaths of fresh air.

Count Totti shook his head.

Bimon is Bimon after all. Even if a few become cunning, there are still idiots after all. The fighters of the slave hunting group have just installed a few crossbows and small slings, but it seems that they are not needed.

The earl couldn't help but feel a sense of pride with a smile to watch the situation, even if he was the toughest Warrior than Meng? What is the use in the face of human wisdom and the cooperation of multiple arms.

The pleasure of sniping a strong man filled the chest of Lord Earl, this feeling was wonderful.

The two magicians looked at each other and smiled. Anyway, the earl was wise and didn't have to spend any money to buy it, and he was thrown at the earl who looked like "everything is under control".

"Continue to punch me! I'm going to take off the ivory of Orlephan and make me decorations!" Head Jennifer had already blushed, and the task that Lord Count had given her was forgotten.

The mercenaries who were struck by morale screamed and stomped on the corpses and slippery plasma and rushed up the steps, reloading the dragon spear phalanx to open the way, and the archers followed closely, and never dealt with this pig. After gaining experience in the battle, the mercenaries simply loved these heavy dragon spears. After the initial panic, the mercenaries have now completely settled on their gods, and they are ready to use the same method to destroy the remaining Ole Finn warrior.

The majestic "Song of Dolot" rang.

"The dragon knight can travel under the sunrise~ the Danube steppe is very ups and downs~ the elite army of the mercenary country is magnificent~ the allies are all healthy~ full of glory~ Dolot!"

"Let's go. Do what you should do next." Lord Earl smiled and said to the officers around.

The fairy dragon watching the battle from high above can hardly believe it. Is this Richard dead like this? Just die like that?

The mercenaries of "Metal Rose" hated this one-thousand-knife horse. Two waves of charges caused at least 50 or 60 mercenaries to die in his hands. As the Dragonlance infantry stepped up to the heights of the steps, the passage of the steps was completely blocked by the forest of guns, and after the space where the Orlephan warriors could countercharge was suppressed, two more cruel swordsman generals immediately The piggy shot like a hedgehog pulled down from the steps. He dragged his feet upside down to the side of the carriage carrying weapons and equipment, ready to shed all his heart.

They just jumped down from the passage embarrassingly under the threat of this Pug's eyes. They were very shameless, and now they want to save face.

This horse was heavy and dragged a long bloodstain on the ground. The two big swordsmen dragged it very hard, and they asked the coachman to drag the grass cutter from a long distance to prepare to cut this horse. Cut into several sections.

Turned the body of this pig over. The fingers just put on the buckle of the armor, and the twisted faces of these two executioners turned into another expression in an instant. Suddenly they saw a dead man grinning at you, and the human expression basically looked like one. Engraved in the mold.

At this time, other people's attention was either focused on the **** battle that was about to begin at the cave entrance on the steps, or they were preparing to cross the river. No one noticed the muffled sound of a few twisted neck bones.

Lord Earl's bed crossbow and small catapult were also pushed down the steps, looking like a scholar. Humans in long robes used tree branches to draw geometric patterns on the ground. This is the scholar Archimedes, a scholar called by the Sherpa family from the Principality of Syracuse on the continent of Chesang at a high price. He can draw wonderful geometric patterns with compasses and rulers. , Calculate the accurate design elements, make the bed crossbow and sling shot in every case.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone's blood was boiled with excitement by the upcoming victory.

The only exception was the groom who was dragging the guillotine. The old man was trembling all over, and a piggy covered with arrows was lying comfortably on the ground, with two mercenaries lying down beside him with disproportionately slanted necks.

The groom knew he was not dizzy, and it was this piggy who broke the necks of two tall and strong mercenaries with his fingers. The coachman heard the crisp sound of twisting his spine.

This Pig fumbled for a long time in his arms. Finally took out a huge cigar and beckoned to him.

"Brother, borrow a fire." Liu shocked looking at this sifting groom and hooked his little finger.

The groom trembled all over. A flint flitted out of his arms and handed it over with a trembling rope, and the clashing sound of his lips became a piece.

Liu Zhenshak grabbed the handle of the mowing blade with his left hand and twisted it with a muffled sound. A huge guillotine was pulled down from the guillotine button. He took the flint and rubbed it on the knife, holding the big blade. cigar.

The groom's eyes widened to the extreme, and he fell to the ground like a wooden stake.

Head Jennifer and Lord Earl were riding their horses towards the river, and a horrible howl of close hand-to-hand combat pulled their eyes back, and a figure wielding this big guillotine was swept into the crowd full of dangling steps. , Watched that wise head was swung into the sky by a cheap guillotine.

There are no words to describe the panic of the mercenary at this moment, from the operator who fiddled with the bed crossbow and the small catapult to the archer on the back of the steps, being cut all the way frantically by a big guillotine.

The nightmare repeated itself again. This piggy covered with arrow feathers, wielding a rough and lame big guillotine, slashed countless expensive weapons and their masters to the ground. The heavy guillotine was like a light in his hand. The sewing needle turns into a big windmill.

This kind of behind-the-scenes, no block, no obstruction, is especially suitable for Liu Zhensha's horizontal cut.

Death channel! It's definitely a death channel!

The army that had been preparing to evacuate all looked at this pike with a guillotine cutting a path in surprise and fear.

"This guy must be wearing more than one armor!" The Earl said gritted his teeth.

Both magicians were almost mad. It's a melee again! In a melee again! At this time, launching large-scale magic is worried about accidental injury. Launching a small magical flame bomb is like seeing off for this pig. I don't know if the blood plasma on his body is too thick or the blood spilled in the air like rain. Anyway, the flame bomb went out.

Head Jennifer's eyes went dark, and he almost fell from his horse.

This Pug actually cheated to death, he actually cheated to death! Head Jennifer felt that he was about to collapse completely, and a stupid Piguet actually knew that he died!

Head Jennifer felt that the pikemen of his two squadrons and the archers of the two squadrons would be removed from this.

The archers and dragon spear infantry squeezed into a ball obviously dreamed that someone would cut them from behind. The loud "Song of Dolot" came to an abrupt end. After cutting melons and vegetables along the way, Liu Zhenshan unexpectedly picked up his mace again, and did both, as if a horseshoe stepped on the mud, his figure swept away. Wherever I passed, there was a rain of blood splashing everywhere.

Thunder was too fast to hide, and the speed was too fast, and the other mercenaries recovered from their consternation. When he was chasing him, this Pig had already rushed up the twenty-edged steps, and the back of the head of the last heavy-loaded Dragonlance infantry was chopped off the skull, surrounded by a circle of corpses lying on the ground.

What is even more exaggerated is that this horse picked his feet and held a heavy dragon spear lifted by four people in his hand. Roared "Kampas!", brushing the ground, the thick dragon spear carried a black shadow, and nailed a group of woolly rhino cavalry to the ground with his mount in Gaopoxia, a seven-bladed spear. Halfway into the ground.

The hairy rhinoceros struggled with its hooves and howled desperately.

"Kampas!" The Pig roared tore open his armor and threw off his horned helmet, one layer, two layers, and three layers.

What a wild muscle. Full of explosive power and wild chest hair. Let everyone have the illusion of facing a wild monster.

All the war horses were shocked by the loud roar and backed away.

"Let me come!" Master Fran tore a scroll that had been prepared for a long time in his hand. A lengthy spell with complex elemental power faintly fluctuated in the air, and countless spices of different flavors were poured from the master's fingers. Disperse with the wind.

At the entrance of the cave, red smoke suddenly rose up where the Pigeon Warrior was standing. The six-pointed star pattern that appeared and disappeared on the ground flickered, and a group of orange-red flames rose into the sky, instantly engulfing the horse.

In the magical fire, there are obvious shouts of flame elves and leaping figures.

This "Wall of Flame" can be regarded as a high-level fire magic, and Master Fran can't help but feel a little proud.

The fire of the magic flame gradually spread to the steps, and the stench of incinerated corpses permeated.

"This savage orc is really honored to die under the superb magic of Master Fran." Count Totti took out a handkerchief embroidered with gold thread and gracefully covered his nose.

"Unfortunately this time he can't use fraud again." Master Fran laughed.

As if responding to the master’s words, a lightning-like silver light spurted out of the flames. Although the target was directed at the two magicians and the earl, the quasi-head was a bit poor, but the silver light with a drifting arc eventually came from the two. The followers of the master swept past and sank into the ranks of the "Metal Rose" mercenary group nearby.

A neat row of people and a neat row of bamboo collapsed at the same time.

The two magicians were undecided and looked at themselves up and down with the intense mental stimulation of the rest of their lives, with cold sweats on their backs.

This is the moonblade launched by the birdwing ballista. The strong wind brought out when the serrated moonblade rotates just now, reminds them of cramps in the sea calf, and the cold hair is erect.

The followers of the two masters suffered heavy casualties. The sharp moonblade was spinning too fast. Several fighters whose abdominal cavities had been cut were still crawling on the ground, and the eyes of the two masters were splitting.

The magic elves in the "fire wall" at the entrance of the cave disappeared, and the flames lingering around instantly disappeared.

That pigeon was like a phoenix, standing alive at the entrance of the cave that had been burnt by the fire and was still scorching smoke and meat. On his shoulders he stood against an antique bronze bird wing ballista, and he was biting at the corner of his mouth. A flickering cigar. His eyes were sharp, and his strong and sturdy body was bathed in a layer of cyan flames enveloping him.

"Sacrifice?" The Frankenstein wizard was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Actually, there is even the priest of Beameng hiding in the cave! Master Fran really has the urge to choke that guy to death.

Only after being enveloped by the glorious aura of "sacrifice" and surrounded by the fire ground of the soul of the altar, can a Beamon warrior temporarily possess the ability of "flame absorption" and cannot be damaged by fire magic.

Without the **** sacrificing and making trouble next to him, how could this Pig stand still intact under the burning of the magic flame, and actually pumped out a moon blade. Destroy more than half of your followers!

Why didn't this discovery make Master Fran almost unable to get up-a valuable magic scroll was smashed out, but it was only a cover for the opponent's sneak attack.

Master Fran actually misunderstood Liu Shock. The range of the fire avoiding bead is only five yards in radius, but the mammoth hercules are so huge. In order to prevent accidents, Liu Zhenshake asked Guoguo, who was placed in the cave as a reserve team, to hold " A fire in the winter"-"Sacrifice Warsong Scroll" smashed with one blow, and increased the insurance factor with the help of the flame absorption capacity of "Sacrifice".

As young boys and girls are currently being taught to make war hymn scrolls, Liu Shock has accumulated thousands of cherry wood scrolls in these two months. Guoguo also easily lost one to Liu shock, but Master Fran would be wrong.

"Kill him for me! Kill him!" Count Totti threw away the exquisite handkerchief in his hand, tremblingly screamed hysterically with his riding whip pointing at this unkillable piggy.

The magician of Frankie's face was blue and white, gritted his teeth, and once again tore open a quaint magic scroll. The lengthy spell is more complicated and long than the "Fire Wall" just now, and the ancient and obscure magic scale echoes in the air with mysterious power.

Master Ortega shrugged regretfully. Now the cooling time for the "sacrifice" of this group of Beamon has not expired, and the fire magic is now invalid for them.

The mercenaries of the "Metal Rose" mercenary group don't have the courage to go up again. You push me, and I push you in humility. Their head, Jennifer's lips squirmed for a long time, but did not give a complete order.

The heavy scythes of the "Tornado" mercenary group were dispatched, one squadron stayed behind, and the heavy scythes of the other squadron, under the leadership of Captain Rodman, stepped forward mechanically and vigorously. Holding a three-layer tower shield and long-handled giant sickle. Stepped onto the death step passage that had been washed countless times by blood.

The formations of the heavily loaded giant scythes are perfect, and the phalanx advancing side by side has an unusually strong sense of oppression. The giant sickles and heavy iron armor leaps and harvests the cold light of life.

Two magical apprentices of Master Fran blessed the "Gravity Elimination Technique" to this group of heavily loaded giant sickle hands. This is a kind of wonderful space magic. After applying this kind of magic, it will have a certain relaxation effect on gravity. The giant scythes wearing heavy armor suddenly felt lighter and lighter footsteps, and felt more courageous.

The Mammoth Hercules and Guoguo also rushed out of the cave. Like Liu Zhensha, their bodies were also shining with the light of the fire of the soul of the altar.

Guoguo resisted a large leather pocket that was dragged on the ground. It was filled with warsong scrolls. Guoguo's belly was also full. The fat hen-like macaw stood beside it, with a mouth in his mouth. Root scroll.

At first glance, Guoguo's appearance looks like a profiteer who has come to sell Warsong scrolls wholesale.

"Remember my name, you died under Rodman, the tough guy from Pompeii!" Rodman, the captain of the heavy scythe in the front of the phalanx, yelled from the cracks in the heavy armor while climbing up the steps. His voice was like a roaring lion.

"Why does this guy have the same name as me?" A mammoth strongman scratched his head in puzzlement and asked his boss stupidly. He also had a huge leather pocket on his back like Guoguo.

"From the next moment, you will be the only one named Rodman in this world." Liu Zhenshake installed the bird wing ballista on the hinge spring and placed the elk's beak against the step passage.

Compared with the mercenaries of the "Metal Rose", the mental qualities of the giant sickleers of the "Tornado" mercenary group are simply different. Even if they are separated by a layer of plate armor, Liu Zhensha can be small. In the crevices of the helmet, they felt desperate and sturdy in their blood-red pupils, even if the Birdwing Ballista aimed at him. These brave Pompeii men didn't mean to shrink at all.

In terms of momentum alone, this kind of mighty heroism that would rather die than retreat is enough to defeat the confidence of some timid opponents.

"There are also kinds of these goods." Liu Zhensha sneered again and again.

In the end, the meaning of the spell was finally completed. As the magic scroll burned out without fire, Master Fran’s halberd fingers shot out small silver-white **** of light, and slammed into the anti-ballista who was about to launch the moon blade. Liu shocked.

There were five small silver **** in a row, and the torque generated by the powerful magical wave made the entire space tremble as if it was shaking.

The ball of light came quickly and almost hit Liu shocked by surprise. Fortunately, he had a big ballista in his hand. Liu shocked to learn the clever ways of the mammoth hercules. With the birdwing ballista in his hand, he flipped over and used the five series of magical light **** as a shield.

Master Fran released the five silver balls, his face turned pale, and he sat back on the chair, panting.

One after another, the ball of light shot on the birdwing ballista, and the bow and arrow shot on the ballista could make a loud noise. These few masters of Fran prepared for a long time. The light magic chanted for a long time. The silver ball of light slammed into the ballista, but Liu didn't even feel any shock.

Liu Zhenshake is a bit funny, is this the level of the so-called human magician? Have you been too careful?

The thought hadn't finished yet, when he was holding the Birdwing Ballista in his arms and disappeared in the air, a silver ball of light hit his chest and collided with a piece of mercury stardust. Floating in front of Liu Shock, disappeared like a long-lasting nostalgia.

Liu was shocked by thunder, and the cigar in his mouth slid to the ground.

Guoguo picked up the cigar quickly and held it in his mouth, stroking Rodman's Mammoth Hercules a step slower, with a grimace on his face.

"Different Dimensional Space Transfer Technique!" Liu Zhenshan let out a low growl, clenching his fists.

Only then did he think of the other magician, not only specializing in fire magic, but also a rare space magician! For the magician, who can pay more attention to the priest than Meng!

"Different dimensional space transfer technique" is a very, very Boolean B space magic, which can transfer any "unnaturally generated items" to another unknown dimensional space. This powerful and terrifying magic is effective for all creatures of any race—because it is human or Bimon. Or the elves, or the dragons, are just by-products after enjoying the entertainment of men and women, not naturally generated.

This is also the only dragon that even is immune to magic is afraid of magic. Because this magic is not immune at all, only luck. However, the success rate of this terrible magic is very limited. Each "different dimension space transfer technique" has a one-tenth chance of being able to work. That is to say, even if you get one, you may still be intact. No, it may disappear completely in this world.

The five-shot "different-dimensional space transfer technique" has at least one-half of the probability of success. In fact, it is true. Although the first three are all invalid, the four "different-dimensional space" The "transfer technique" did work, and I was surprised to transfer a three to four thousand pound heavy birdwing ballista! The fifth one didn't work, but Liu's shocked heart was still beating. Negative emotions such as night sweats, loss of strength, and fear jumped up and down on the official Liu who had turned around the ghost gate.

Looking at his empty hands, Liu Zhensha couldn't believe it.

Master Fran was also jumping at this time. With his cultivation base, he wanted to use the "different dimension space transfer technique" proficiently, and he didn't know if it was possible in a hundred years. This five-shot "different-dimensional space transfer technique" scroll was inherited by his previous generations of instructors. It is a magic weapon at the bottom of the box. Today, it was also killed by the zigzag moonblade fired by the birdwing ballista. Most of the followers collapsed in front of so many acquaintances and were forced to break the pot and throw themselves out.

Even if it is to summon this five-shot "different-dimensional space transfer technique", it consumes most of Master Fran's magic power. Unfortunately, this infinite magic makes this cunning Piguet half luck and half cleverly hiding. It really made Master Fran's extremely depressed phlegm stuck in his throat again.

Everyone was stunned, but Guoguo was not idle, dangling a cigar and pouting his little butt, breaking the "Song of Slowness" war hymn scrolls, and slamming them on the stepped giant scythes who were pushing forward neatly. , "Gravity Elimination Technique" and "Song of Slowness" collided, and the giant sickles in the heavy outfits suddenly stagnated. Some of their centers of gravity were unstable. They staggered and fell on the steps. The armor was too heavy and they fell. The fallen giant sickle couldn't stand up anymore, and the vacancy they left was immediately filled by the back row.

This supposedly exaggerated scene was ignored by everyone, because everyone's eyes were looking at that pug, with different expressions and different moods.

The giant scythes were getting closer, and the mammoth Hercules Rodman took out the emerald green melons from the big leather pocket behind his back, and slammed them into this heavy equipment, also called Rodman, without thinking. The leader of the giant sickle's hand, the red juice splashed.

The squadron leader Rodman’s squadron laughed loudly. Without the threat of a birdwing ballista, the heavy-handed giant scythe relied on his hard armor, two-bladed tall stature, and a sharp long-handled giant scythe. , What about even the Orphans?

"The stone you smashed here is the stone, and we can also resist the body of the giant sickle!" As the captain laughed wildly, the giant sickle hands neatly raised the tower shield and giant sickle." The wild roar of "Hoo Ho Ho Ho" charged into the sky with a bitter murderous intent.

There are more than a dozen steps, and these Bimon, who has caused countless troubles, will turn into a **** medal that proves the bravery of the giant sickle in the eyes of thousands of people. The Rodman Squadron licked his dry lips.

Guoguo took a big sip of the cigar in her mouth, stretched her neck, swallowed beautifully into her big belly, and stuffed the macaw and mammoth Hercules Rodman to take a sip.

The fiery and vigorous cigar of Mars, with a fruity smile, traversed a beautiful arc and fell onto the steps called the passage of death.

When Guoguo's mouthful of Huilong cigar spit out, a monstrous raging flame swept the entire death passage.

In the loud anger of Lord Earl, Master Ortega tore open his top magic scroll "Earth Fire Burning City".

"Sacrifice" is also a kind of high-level Beamon war song. Ortega does not believe that a sacrifice uses the "Sacrifice War song" twice in a short time, and he also noticed that the bunch of Beamon standing at the entrance of the cave dwelling on the high **** of red soil On the warrior ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the cooling time of the brilliant aura has just arrived.

As if it were a volcano, the high slopes of Feilengcui red soil were surrounded by flying scarlet flame spirits.

Magic flames are different from ordinary physical flames. The humans standing under the high slopes do not have the feeling of burning people at all, but you can clearly see the traces of the quartz sand in the red clay layer dissolved into liquid and vaporized. This is The flames are terrifying to the extreme with great power.

Everyone is looking up, and no one doubts that there will be lives left in this earth city after the hellfire burns.

South bank of Sanggan River.

Ningyu, Avril Lavigne and Helen stared at the group of strong magic elves and terrifying elemental flames, and there was unconcealable tension in their eyes.

"I have more confidence in him than you." The fairy dragon Daisi smiled.

"Finally it's my turn to play." Corina let out a long sigh.

For these words, several bosses looked at him with irritating eyes for a long time.