The Dragon Clan is the most unique and powerful fighting race in the Pangu world.
Inheriting the extremely powerful body of Pangu Saint, the Dragon Clan has indestructible scales, indestructible claws, dragon horns that can pierce the sky, and breath that can stir up rivers and seas and shake stars.
Since the birth of the Dragon Clan, in the prehistoric times and in ancient times, the Dragon Clan has been disrespectful to heaven and disrespectful to the earth. They have been arrogant and do whatever they want. Heaven cannot control them, and the saints cannot do anything to them. They are domineering and unscrupulous. Hundreds of millions of ethnic groups tremble in front of them, and countless creatures tremble in front of them.
All because they are strong enough, especially the Ancestral Dragon and the first dragon sons of the Ancestral Dragon, who are so strong that no one in the world can restrain the Dragon Clan.
At this moment, Ao Hao led eight hundred pure-blooded dragon warriors, howling and rushing back and forth in the sky as if they had been given blood. The Flying Bear Knight flew away when touched, the Jia Clan warrior died when touched, and the alien monsters with the head and body of a gryphon kept falling from the sky. Every monster had mutilated limbs and died without a complete body.
Along with Ao Hao's crazy laughter, the heavy spears and halberds in the hands of the eight hundred dragon warriors stirred up evil winds. The flying bears were torn into pieces, the flying bear knights were knocked away, and the heavy shields were easily pierced. , the thick armor shattered like pieces of paper. A bloody storm broke out wherever the eight hundred dragon warriors led by Ao Hao passed by, and large swaths of corpses fell to the ground like a heavy rain.
"Fight!" Ao Hao waved two huge and heavy maces, each blow shook the void, setting off terrifying tornadoes. His eyes were red, and he roared with excitement: "Fight, kill, Bleeding, corpses... You little cubs of the human race, you are still too weak, too weak, too weak... Compared to the elders of the dragon tribe, you are just chickens that have just hatched!"
Ao Hao laughed crazily, and his laughter was like thunder that shook the world.
He has enough qualifications to be proud. The human race's 'Great Witch' cultivation system is based on the cultivation method of the most powerful divine beasts and birds in the Pangu world. It is based on the way the energy and blood flow in the dragon's extremely powerful body. Derived from supreme wisdom.
After generations of human sages and saint emperors perfected it, to this day, the human witch temple has not figured out the structure of all the tiny veins in the human body, but the dragon family is born with smooth veins and a strong body.
In terms of physical strength, the peak of the human race, the Witch Emperor, is no match for any thousand-year-old dragon, not to mention that the dragon's scale armor defense is extremely powerful, ten to a hundred times higher than the physical defense of the human race's Witch Emperor. Ao Hao struck back and forth in mid-air, and large groups of Gongsun clan elites were beaten until they vomited blood and fell. Of course he was qualified to mock the entire human race!
"Men of Bear Ruins, fight!" In the dense formation of Flying Bear Knights, many generals of the Gongsun clan roared angrily. Countless spears and halberds were erected densely, stabbing Ao Hao and other dragon warriors from all directions with ear-piercing screams.
The roar of 'Ding Dong' resounded through the sky, and countless fire lights lit up on the bodies of Ao Hao and the dragon warriors. Their thick scales blocked the thrusts of spears and halberds. The most powerful attack among the Flying Bear Knights was just a piercing attack. It took off the dragon scales of the youngest dragon warrior among them, barely scratching any trace of his flesh.
"Hahahaha, in the ancient times, your ancestors of the human race were as well-behaved as grandsons in front of my ancestors of the dragon clan... Now that your human race is developed, Uncle Ao Hao still has to teach you to be a good human race. You will never climb to the dragon clan. On the head!" Ao Hao whipped dozens of flying bear knights away with his mace, and shouted loudly: "The dragon clan will always be the master of your human clan!"
Ao Hao foamed at the mouth and roared loudly, but his actions were also measured.
When he faced the alien army headed by the Jia warriors, he resorted to a deadly attack, and few of the alien warriors he knocked away survived.
But when faced with Gongsun's flying bear knights, although he cursed fiercely, he was still a little merciful. At most, he severely injured these flying bear knights with one blow, but did not really damage their lives. These flying bear knights generally have Witch King-level combat power, and some serious injuries will not damage their vitality.
Wherever Ao Hao passed, he saw countless human bodies flying around. The flying bear knights had broken bones and tendons and vomited blood. The bodies of the Jia tribe warriors who also flew up were all shattered to pieces, and even directly It exploded into a large blood mist.
Thick blood mist spread in the void, and the sky turned into a faint blood color.
On the ground, Wu Bi smiled slyly: "Ancient dragon Ao Hao? Jie Jie, yes, your dragon clan is indeed powerful, but our human clan is also a descendant of Pangu Miao. Although we do not have naturally strong bodies and sharp claws, And strong scales, but we have brains that your dragons will never have!"
Suddenly, Wu Bi slapped himself hard: "Hey, I'm really confused. Now we are not a human race, we are the extremely noble Yuan Demon clan! Hehe, we are smarter than the human race. Even more outstanding!"
Countless black energy surged out from the bodies of Wu Bi and the people of the Chu Wu clan behind him, and the sad dragon's long roar could be faintly heard from the black energy. The black air squirmed rapidly, condensing into a string of strange, centipede-like runes in the air, and then quickly flew into the battlefield.
Long twisted and writhing runes were lightly attached to the weapons of the Flying Bear Knight and the Jia warriors. Accompanied by the low dragon cry, the blades of these weapons were gradually covered with a faint layer of black air. The weapon emits an evil light all over its body.
The Flying Bear Knights and Jia Clan warriors holding these weapons felt the blood in their bodies boiling uncontrollably. Under the pull of some strange force, a strange energy filled with corruption was produced in their bodies.
The strange energy that exuded a faint rancid smell flowed down the arms and onto the weapons, and then they swung the weapons and slashed hard at Ao Hao and the dragon warriors.
The sound of "Pfft" was heard endlessly. Just like cutting a watermelon with a sharp knife, the thick scales on Ao Hao and the dragon warriors were easily cut open, and the weapons that emitted a faint light struck hard into their bodies, cutting into pieces. It opened their flesh and blood and left deep scars on their extremely strong bones.
There were even dozens of dragon warriors whose arms were chopped off by the Flying Bear Knight and Jia warriors. Large amounts of dragon blood spurted out from their wounds, but the dragon blood spurted from their bodies was faintly black and had a faint rancid smell. The smell wafts out.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Ao Hao was the focus of the Flying Bear Knight's attention. He received hundreds of blows in an instant. His ten-foot-tall body was covered with dense wounds, and a large amount of blood flowed out uncontrollably.
The stunned Ao Hao looked at the tribesmen who were also covered in bruises in horror, and he was dumbfounded.
(End of chapter)