World Destroying Demonic Emperor

Chapter 505, the end of the May 7th War! Lanling is a terrifying battle!

The Mustang tribe chieftain is not the same as Konstantin.

Therefore, his daughter is not the same as the daughter of Constantine.

Although Ninian is also good at martial arts, her main task is beauty and fame, attracting the love of countless young people.

The daughter of the Burma tribe chief, the main task is to practice martial arts, the stronger the better.

Therefore, her martial arts is very strong and strong, at least much stronger than Lan Ling at this time.

Originally as a woman of the chief, especially as a woman, she should not be directly rushed to the front. But now, she has no choice.

Berserker is invaluable in the wild horse tribe, is the absolute ace killer, every mad warrior has an enemy ten, with an enemy dozens, almost invincible existence.

However, now, this most elite and precious force is being massacred by Lanling.

Every time a mad warrior dies, the woman of the wild horse tribe chief is bleeding.

She was wearing a snakeskin and a helmet, like a black female leopard, rushing wildly, lightning fast.

"Oh..." Lanling's lianzhu arrow shot like a rainstorm.

but……

Without exception, she was all blocked by her, and even pushed aside by the suffocation of his body surface.

This is the helplessness of Lanling Archery. When it comes to the real strong, the bow and arrow lethality will become very limited, because it can never be broken.

"Hey..."

Lan Ling once again shot at her, but still all blocked!

The daughter of the chieftain, staring at Lan Ling, stared at Lan Ling: "I must kill you this monster!"

The distance between the two people is only about a hundred meters. This distance is exactly for this woman.

The Soul was stalked by the Burmese tribe chief and three generals, unable to escape.

Du Yan was entangled in the son of the Burma tribe chieftain and could not escape. Of course, he can't wait for Lanling to die, and it is impossible to come to save.

The so-called sorrowful sorcerer, suddenly slammed, he must save Lanling, no matter what the price.

Then, his eyes suddenly became blood red, and the whole body quickly grew a dense scale.

I can't see what scales are, like the markings of marble, and the texture of the unknown Warcraft.

Not only that, but his figure swollen and suddenly became more than two meters high.

Moreover, two sharp corners jerked out from the top of his head.

The whole person of the sorcerer has completely turned into a huge and terrible demon!

Constantine looked at the scene with horror and sighed: "How many years have passed, the sorcerer has not been demonized for many years. Now, in order to save his nephew, it is finally demonized again."

The magic of the magic after the magic is terrible!

He completely gave up the defense, broke the blood, and attacked wildly.

He completely allowed the four opponents' swords to be cut on him.

"Hey..."

The four masters of the Mustang tribe madly slashed the sorcerer.

However, any inch of the huge knives cut on him is like a slash on the rock, and a string of Mars is pulled out. The sorcerer is still unscathed.

This looks somewhat similar to the Berserker, but after the demonization of the Sorcerer, the hardness of the body's epidermis far exceeds that of the Berserker.

The power of the four major players of the Mustang tribe is amazing. It has been cut into two pieces by the mad warrior, and it is only a faint mark on the sorcerer.

"boom……"

Suddenly, the sword of a wild horse tribe was chopped on the back of the sorcerer and collapsed directly.

"Oh..." The sorcerer screamed, and the big sword lightning in his hand was generally thrown out.

The wild horse tribe was dodging quickly, but was swept in the air by a powerful force, and then lived and pressed to the ground, completely unable to move.

then……

The magic sword of the Soul, it is easy to split him in half, flesh and blood splash.

After the magic, the sorcerer, whether it is strength, speed, defense, has been sharply increased.

Really like **** and war gods.

The four masters of the Mustang tribe besieged him, which was originally comparable, but immediately fell to the bottom, not to mention killing him.

"kill……"

As soon as the sound broke, the magical fist was like lightning, and smashed toward the second opponent.

In a sudden time, another Mustang tribe general only felt a sharp pain in front of him. He was forced to breathe by the pressure of the sorcerer's fist and his face was almost deformed.

Then, he raised his machete with both hands and smashed toward the sorcerer's fist, using a curved knife to block the magical fist.

"Oh..." A splash of Mars, the scimitar of the Mustang tribe collapsed directly.

A huge force swept through his scimitar into his arm.

"Oh..." His arm couldn't stand the impact of such a big force, directly smashed and blasted, blood splashed.

"Hey!" Next, Soo's fist lightning hit his head.

This wild horse tribe general, with a helmeted head, was directly blasted, blasted like a watermelon, and died completely.

Not only the chief of the Mustang tribe, but all the people around him have a crack in the liver and gallbladder.

Is this still a person? This is completely the existence of the devil.

The chieftain’s cold sweat broke out. He was very brave and did not fear death. He dared to rush to face any opponent.

But at this time, facing the Soul, he is really comfortable.

This is simply the invincible killing of God, which is simply the devil of hell.

"Emirates, go..." The rest of the master shouted loudly, then grabbed the arm of the wild horse tribe chief and ran wildly.

"Want to go, it's not that easy." The sorcerer screamed coldly, and the big sword in his hand slammed out.

An astonishing sigh of anger hit the back of the general.

"puff……"

The general of the Mustang tribe flew out like a straw, blood squirting.

Two or three meters high of the Soul, approaching the chief of the Mustang tribe.

His goal is simple, to seize the Burma tribe chieftain and save Lanling's life.

Because the daughter of the Burma tribe chief saw that his father was born and killed in the Soo, he would not dare to kill the Lanling.

......

however……

The chieftain's daughter is too fast, she is too focused!

The distance of 100 meters is instantaneous!

Moreover, she was concentrating on killing Lan Ling, and she did not pay attention to any situation around her, so she did not know that her father had suffered a crisis.

"Oh..." She was really like a black lightning, and immediately rushed to the front of Lanling. The scimitar in her hand was like a **** crescent moon, and she came to Lanling’s neck at an alarming speed.

There may be only one person who can save Lanling at this time, and that is Constantine.

And he has no time to hesitate and think, because time is too short, he can only do it with instinct.

So...he didn't shoot, he hated Lanling!

Why are you disgusted?

Perhaps the energy of his body may be because he is too handsome, perhaps because he is too enchanting.

According to his inner instinct, Constantine did not want to save Lanling. Although the other party made a great contribution, he still wanted to see Lanling to die.

Therefore, no one can save Lan Ling now.

The martial arts of the daughter of the Burma tribe chieftain does not know how many times it is Lanling.

"Hey..."

Her machete, really like a **** lightning, swept his neck, to the extreme.

Lanling condenses all mental power and slows down the speed in the world of perception, even if the time is reduced tenfold and twenty times.

However, this knife is still very fast, and the wind that is brought up makes Lan Ling completely unable to open his eyes.

Lan Ling completely ignored this scimitar that can take his life at any time. He stared at his opponent's eyes.

The eyes of this chieftain's daughter are blood red at this time, the proportion of eyelids occupying the eyes is still very large, and the pupils seem to be bottomless, full of endless murderousness.

Lanling condenses all the mental power, like a needle, slamming into the other's eyes.

"Snapped!"

Spiritual crit!

This powerful mental power, through the eyelids, slammed into her brain and burst open.

"what……"

The daughter of the Mustang tribe chief, screams.

She only felt that the golden light flashed in front of her eyes, and her brain was sore and blank.

For a moment, her brain completely lost control of the body.

Lan Ling's mental crit, a hit.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered the tyrannical position of the woman of the wild horse tribe chief, or the high-level demon.

Her brain has been temporarily blank, completely losing control of the body. If you switch to humans, you will be completely paralyzed and fall to the ground.

But in front of the daughter of the wild horse tribe chief, her body relies on muscle memory and relies on combat instinct to continue to attack.

However, no matter the speed or accuracy, it is a lot worse.

Lanling used all the power and quickly exploded.

However, his speed is still too slow.

The scimitar of the daughter of the Burma tribe chieftain, it was easy to cut his throat, cut his aorta, and almost cut off the neck of Lan Ling.

Blood spurts out like a fountain.

"Xiaoling..." The remote demon saw this scene, suddenly blood poured, slammed, and then fierce punch, the master of the wild horse tribe chief, together with three Berserkers, Directly mashed into minced meat, broken bones.

Then, he slammed the chief of the Mustang tribe and shredded him alive.

But... Lanling is not dead.

The blood only shot for less than a second.

Then, the wound that was cut in his neck quickly healed, and in just two seconds, he completely recovered.

If he didn't use the mental crit, now that the whole head is smashed, it can't be recovered anymore, and it is directly killed!

After all, the daughter of the Mustang Chieftain lost his brain and lost control of the body. Although it is still amazing, the threat to Lanling is much smaller.

Lan Ling quickly exploded.

"Oh..." Then, shoot her crazy at her.

But... it’s still useless.

With the fighting instinct and muscle memory, this woman can block every arrow in Lanling.

The higher Mozu is really against the sky!

......

After a few seconds!

The daughter of the Mustang tribe chief was awake, and she felt a splitting headache.

Looking at Lanling again, I found that he is still safe and sound.

Didn't kill this monster!

The devil used his eyes to attack himself and attack his own brain.

This is a monster!

Then, she clenched her teeth and held back the pain in her brain. She would have to rush again to kill Lanling.

But she soon discovered that her father was caught in the hands of a monster like a demon god, at stake.

"Father..." She immediately gave up killing Lanling and rushed toward the Soma.

"Linger, don't come over, don't come over..." The chieftain of the wild horse tribe saw his daughter rushing over to the sorcerer, and even tried to save himself, could not help but be ruthless and desperate.

Then he pleaded: "Sorcerer, you kill me. But please let my daughter go, beg you!"

The daughter of the Mustang tribe chief quickly rushed to the front of the Soul, the scimitar in his hand madly slashing towards his body, rushing up to save her father.

The Sorcerer allowed her to slash, but it was unscathed.

Look at the battlefield at this time!

The Mustang tribe has suffered numerous deaths and injuries, and the chieftain has been desecrated. Several generals have been killed, so the morale has fallen to the extreme and the defeat has been fixed.

Constantine shouted: "Sorcerer, kill him, give the head!"

Why didn’t he personally drop the head of the Bronx tribe chief, because he was very self-satisfied and felt that he was the master of this thousand-mile soil in the future, so the other chiefs would be lower than him and let the hand cut down the head of the enemy chief. Sending it up will make him more supreme.

The Soul did not say anything.

At this time, the daughter of the Mustang Chieftain was quiet, knowing that she could not hurt the Soul and could not save her father.

Suddenly, she threw the scimitar and fell to the ground and cried: "There is a scorpion, I am hurting your nephew. I am willing to die, please let me go."

Then she picked up the scimitar and slammed it down towards her neck.

She wants to live and succumb to her own head in exchange for her father's life.

"Don't..." The chieftain of the Mustang tribe smashed his eyes and made a torn madness.

"When!" The scimitar of the Maiden's chieftain did not cut his neck, but slashed it on the arm of the sorcerer, as if it were cut on a sturdy boulder.

Suo Moe saved the girl's life. He looked at the Burma tribe chief and looked at his daughter.

"Sorcer, you heard no, I ordered you to kill him." Constantine angered.

"Oh..." Somali sighed and said: "Go."

Then he let go of his hand.

The Mustang tribe chief fell to the ground.

Constantine angered: "Sore, do you dare to resist?"

Suo Modao: "The chieftain, this is a battle for contention, not a battle for conquest. I don't think it is necessary to kill a chieftain like this."

The chieftain of the Mustang tribe looked at the battlefield of the land, and the tribes of the dead and wounded, suddenly burst into tears.

He stood up and bent over to the sorcerer, then lifted his daughter and shouted loudly: "Retreat!"

Suddenly, the surviving Mustang tribe warriors quickly came up to protect the chief and his daughter in the middle, and then quickly retreated.

At this time, the son of the Burma tribe chief who had fought with Du Yan for three hundred rounds, clenched the steel teeth and screamed in pain.

He is not willing to retreat like this, but he must retreat.

So, he put away the scimitar and snarled toward Du Yan: "One day, I will personally drop your head."

After that, he turned back and turned to his father.

And at this time...

"Brush..." Du Yan's sword is lightning fast.

The crit of the power of the blood!

In the three hundred rounds of the war, Du Yan did not use the power of the blood to crit, when the opponent turned and retreated, he actually used the power of the blood crit, the power is extremely amazing.

The wild horse tribe chiefs tried their best to block.

"Oh..." His sword broke.

"Oh..." Du Yan's sword, easily cut off his head.

The blood of the sky, the head of the wild horse tribe chief, flew directly into the air.

"You are mean..." Before he died, he read three words in his mouth.

"No..." Seeing the tragic death of the beloved son, the chieftain of the wild horse tribe was terrible, and the blood in his mouth spurted out, completely fainting!

Nini is looking at this scene, her eyes are hot: "Father, do you want to chase and kill the wild horses?"

Constantine calmed down and shook his head. "No, it can only be cheaper for the Ankara tribe. Let them fight you and die."

......

The war was over and it ended in less than half a day.

The Chimera tribe of Constantine has won a great victory!

There are only 4,000 people left in the 10,000-strong army of the Mustang tribe, covering the chieftain’s squatting and retreating.

The entire battlefield began to clear the field!

Then, Constantine sent a team of deaf and deaf to the battlefield to count the heroes.

The main thing is to count the enemy troops shot by the bow and arrow. As for being hacked to death by the sword, those people will cut off the right ear of the target.

The tribes go to war. Everyone has special signs on their bows and arrows. As long as they look at the bodies, it is clear who shot them.

After four hours.

The battlefield is cleared!

Constantine has been waiting for this result, because he promised that the people who received the most credit, he married his daughter Nini.

Of course, this is impossible. Whether it is Du Yan, Qiu Ju, or Yang Gu, in the end, there must be two people whose combat merits are the same.

Now, he is curious about another number, that is, the battle of Lanling.

Because when the Mustang tribe rushed to the wall, he could see clearly, Lanling carried out a massacre, at least killing hundreds of people.

However, his final number of heads should still be better than Du Yan. Because he had not been shooting for a long time, he was entangled in the daughter of the Burma tribe chief.

Of course, Du Yan was also entangled by the poor chiefs of the wild horse tribe. But before he shot or killed his sword, he was very much.

Therefore, Du Yan’s final victory over Lan Ling should be no problem.

After all, at the beginning, Lanling diffused into the sky, the hit rate was very low and low, and could not kill a few people.

So now Constantine’s trouble is to work hard to give Qiuju the power of manpower and make him exactly the same as Du Yan.

In this way, his daughter does not have to be married.

Finally, the statistics of the heads of merits were sent to Constantine here, and he was shocked!

The whole body was shaking, and the roll of the skin in both hands was shaking.

He stared at Lan Ling's head figures, his eyes were bursting and he could barely breathe.

No words can describe the shock of his heart at this time!

How is this possible?

......

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