Boom boom boom!
A series of explosions one after another, like ocean waves, drowned the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, and even the hoarse shouts of killing from both sides could no longer be heard. People's ears are buzzing all the time, as if they are deaf.
Nearly a million dragons, large and small, soar for nine days. The violent claws tore the enemy on the opposite side to pieces. Hundreds of thousands of huge figures, one hundred feet tall, are like a god of war, fighting with this ferocious beast, their eyes are full of red.
As the wailing continued, the huge figures dissipated into nothingness one by one, and the huge dragon body was quickly covered with blood holes, falling to the ground, dying.
The entire battlefield has long been filled with a sea of blood on the corpse mountain, but no one paid attention to the tragedy.
Because under this bloody infection, people have already fallen into madness, and there is nothing else in their eyes except killing.
Swish!
Two black sword gangs flashed past, and two huge figures quickly fell down. Zhuo Fan held the magic sword transformed by the sword boy and carried the giant devil emperor's body, all the way in, looking towards him. Those sacred mountain masters who blocked the way were all slaughtered by him one by one.
Although Dan Qingsheng and the others did not have the power of the saint, with the special emperor heaven seal, they followed closely and slaughtered the early characters of the saints. As for the rest of the Luo family, they are methodically picking up the weak of the holy mountain to perform operations, which is equivalent to sweeping the battlefield.
After all, it is not so easy for them to find a few rookies to abuse a place like the holy mountain.
And they are all of this fate, the rest of the imperial territories recruited by the temporary army, who want to get a piece of the pie, can't find an opponent that they can start.
"Really, it turns out that the Luo family is hidden and there are so many masters. Moreover, they also joined the dragon clan and spirit beasts to attack the sacred mountain. No wonder he dared to declare war openly at the beginning.
Seeing the sheds of blood shed, a Spirit King master was both excited and excited, but at the same time a little anxious, somewhat at a loss: "But... what are we doing here? It seems that there is no room for intervention?"
Turning his head to look at the group of brothers who were also doing nothing behind him, as if they were watching the excitement, they just watched the battle ahead with their eyes wide open, but he didn't even have the courage to take a step.
After all, with their strength, as long as they enter the battle circle, they don't need to be dealt with specially, just the aftermath can kill them.
To put it bluntly, they are cannon fodder up there, without any value.
I couldn't help laughing. The other person looked for for a long time with his eyes wide open, and still shook his head without success: "Forget it, brother, the sacred mountain is the sacred mountain. It's really hard to find a weak chicken. Let's be honest, wait. After they finish fighting, let’s clean up the battlefield. You know, this is a fat man. Think about who these people are. Can you get good things in your hands..."
"Hey, what are you doing stupidly, why don't you help?"
Suddenly, there was a loud shout, everyone trembled, and they turned their heads to look, but they saw a familiar figure who had just known each other come over, and hurriedly bowed their heads: "Ms. Luo, we are in the slightest. Don't get started!"
"Who asked you to intervene? I'm talking about logistics help. Do you know how many healing pills need to be distributed and how many wounded need to be taken care of? We are all very busy there. Why are you still standing here? Did the show come?"
"Uh... logistics?"
The heart was stagnant, and the man's face couldn't stop twitching, and said with a bit of embarrassment: "Miss Luo, at any rate, we are also masters of the spirit king. My name is not a mess of Beilin Kuangdao. Would it be a bit for you to let us go to logistics? … We are here to fight the holy mountain and make contributions, not… ”
"Okay, you go up!" Before he could finish speaking, Luo Yunshang nodded and motioned: "Go up to kill the enemy and make merits. How about sending you a holy mountain to practice?"
"Uh... this..."
Glancing at the dark space cracks one after another, the tragic sight of broken hands and feet flying across the sky, the man couldn't help but swallowed, then sullenly bowed his head and walked back: "I see Let's take care of the wounded and engage in logistics. The front line is too dangerous!"
Having said that, a group of people have followed one by one, all with their heads downcast, their heads down, and their faces all lonely.
Everyone has heroic dreams. At this epic moment of overthrowing the sacred mountain, they also want to stay in the history, kill the enemy and make contributions. However, their own strength is not good, and they should be a little man at ease...
puff!
With a chuckle, Shuang'er watched the unwillingness of the crowd drift away, and then looked at Luo Yunshang and said, "Sister Yun Chang, they just want to build meritorious services and make progress. You don't need to be sarcastic, it hurts your pride Up!"
"Huh, the eyes are high and the hands are low, it is difficult to be a powerful weapon. What else is the Beilin Crazy Saber, isn't it a village master who slaps the size of the realm? I ran here to speculate. If I don't stop in time, I can't say that he really dare not take people up to death. , I don't know how high the sky is!"
With his mouth curled in disdain, Luo Yunchang looked at the huge black shadow of Zhuo Fan in the distance, his eyes filled with joy: "Which is like my Zhuo Fan, I always have a sense of measure. When I should take my head, when I shouldn't, he shrinks again. How? A big man can bend and stretch. This is how our Luo family came all the way. If you don’t sing, you’ll be a blockbuster. If you don’t fly, you’ll be soaring!"
Smiling lightly and nodding, Shuang'er looked at Zhuo Fan's huge saint, but she couldn't help but become a little dignified.
Now that Brother Zhuo is getting closer and closer to the peak, that person is probably about to appear too, alas...
bump!
On the other hand, as a powerful golden tail swept across, the six great mountain masters once again all defeated and retreated, thumping back five steps before they could stop their figure.
The huge golden dragon roared in the sky and sneered freely: "Hahaha... Six old guys, the sacred mountain is over, so are you, and there will be no place for you to stand in the sanctuary from now on!"
His brows couldn't stop shaking, He Yunshan looked around, the place was already full of dragons and spirit beasts, and there were fewer and fewer disciples on the holy mountain.
Especially when Zhuo Fan opened the road ahead, the old men of the Luo family were also so fierce, but he did not expect it. The dragon race and the spirit beasts united, which has never existed in ancient times, and it has already caused them to be burned. Coupled with Zhuofan’s formation of troops, it has made them icing on the cake, their combat power has greatly increased, and the end of the holy mountain has been achieved, and there is no way to reverse it. .
It's just that he didn't understand why these two beast armies came together, they used to be so old that they didn't communicate with each other!
"Old man He, withdraw!"
At this moment, the old man with long beard looked at him with a solemn face. He squinted his eyes, and He Yunshan turned his head and glanced at the others, only to see that they were also constantly nodding their heads, lamenting again and again.
"Where there is life, there is hope."
Grasping his shoulder tightly, the old man with long beard continued: "What if we lose the holy mountain? As long as the few of us are still alive and the holy mountain disciples still have fire, we will finally have the hope of counterattack. Old fellow, we I've already lost, don't fight it anymore, don't lose all the old Dier, just regret it!"
His lips trembled lightly, and He Yunshan's face was unwilling, and he clenched his fists tightly. But soon, he kept his eyes fixed, nodded his head, and shouted: "All the disciples of the holy mountain follow the order, withdraw!"
When the voice fell, the six old men stepped on their feet first and flew away. The rest of the disciples heard that the disciples who had long wanted to fight to die, also received the saints one after another, and flew into the distance.
"The wildfire is endless, the spring breeze blows and regenerates, chase me!" Seeing Zhuo Fan, how could it be so easy for them to hide safely? With a roar, he took the lead in passing a black glow and followed closely. The rest of the people also rushed in like a violent wind, shouting and killing unabated.
call!
The fierce hurricane screamed again, and the dragon emperor's tail flashed, and it was already behind the six old men in an instant. The sharp dragon claws were like stainless steel, and they grabbed it without delay, causing ear-piercing roars.
"Hahaha... It's not that easy to run!"
"Dragon Emperor, don't you want to be too unsympathetic, really don't let you survive?" His pupils couldn't stop shrinking, He Yunshan gritted his teeth, his face was full of hatred, and he roared, but there was endless fear in the depths of his eyes.
After all, the dragon emperor is the highest emperor dragon of the dragon clan, and the peak of the twelfth-level spirit beast is equivalent to the strength of the quasi emperor.
In the past, the seven mountain masters of the Seven Sacred Mountains could join forces, and they could fight with them, relying on a joint force formation to stabilize their heads. But now, when the seven went to one of them, it was an immediate loss of combat power, and it was no longer the opponent of this beast.
Now that they are entangled by such a quasi-emperor master, they are also very helpless.
He couldn't help laughing. The Emperor Long heard He Yunshan's words that seemed threatening but not threatening, but he became even more sarcasm. At the same time, a deep anger appeared in his eyes, as if he was eating people: "Unfeeling? I have a fart with you. At all, how can you say that you are unsympathetic? Don’t forget how you entangled this seat at the beginning and slaughtered my dragon children with your advantage in numbers. Now it’s not so easy for this seat to take a step back!"
boom!
As soon as the voice fell, the terrible tail flick of the Dragon Emperor couldn't help adding another seven points, and even the sky was shattered to pieces, revealing a dark color.
The corners of the mouth couldn't stop twitching, and the faces of the six people were full of heavy weight. Facing this powerful blow, they had no choice but to join forces again to resist. But in this way, no matter whether they can stop it or not, they will never have a chance to run away again.
After the chasing soldiers encircled them, even if they did not die in the hands of the Dragon Emperor, they would be consumed by everyone. It's only ridiculous that this was originally a tactic to deal with the dragon clan, but now it is about to fall on them again.
I couldn't stop sighing, the six old men looked ashamed, but they were already desperate...
bump!
However, just at this moment, a loud noise rang out, and an invisible sword gang flew from nowhere, and immediately hit the dragon emperor's huge flicking tail, and immediately knocked the huge tail out.
The dragon Emperor's huge figure turned more than a dozen somersaults in the air before he could stop it. When he raised his head and looked at his tail, a red blood mark appeared in front of him.
"How is it possible? There are still quasi-emperor masters among humans?"