Chapter 129: 12 years (2)

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Muria looked at the giant claws condensed by black flames and caught the golden dragon pupil indifferently, with a hint of irony and a second-order great devil, he could not remember it How many killed in the abyss training ground in twelve years.
The golden dragon stretched out a dragon's claws, sloshing around the thunder and dragon flames, and completely wrapped his claws. From a distance, his dragon claws seemed thickened several times at this moment. .
"Boom!" The black sparks splattered on the ground, like acid, corroding the ground to "Zi Zi", Muria smashed the attack of the horned demon with a claw, and looked at it in amazement. In the middle, the golden dragon claws patted its ugly head, "Boom!" The sound of broken bones and the sound of heavy objects sounded together.
"How is that possible?" The black and gray blood splattered in the air, and the horned demon crossed a wonderful parabola in the air, and finally smashed to the ground, drawing a ditch hundreds of meters long on the ground, and this ditch In the middle, a little black flame adhered to it and burned, burning the originally smooth gully to a pit.
"Ah! Aha!" The horned demon stood up, his neck twisted at a very weird angle, and it was fluttered by Muria's paw. Not only that, his skull was almost bruised by Muria. Twisted to almost 180 degrees.
The horned demon coughed and vomited blood, and by the way extended a pair of scales and black hairy claws, holding his head, and clicked, straightening it.
"His! It hurts me." The horned devil gasped, his devil's horn was snapped, the side of his skull was sunken, and the distortion was very serious. One eyeball protruded from his eye socket, as if It bursts at any time, making its ugly sheep head even more disgusting.
"It won't hurt right away." Behind it, a sound without emotion sounded, and at the same time, the roar of the air was forced to open.
Although the horned demon burned with flames, it did not feel a trace of warmth. A cold bite of cold swept the whole body, making it cold all over the body. This was not cold, but when its demon body was facing a deadly threat. Instinctual response.
Six pure black soul-spirited rings emerged behind it. Among the soul-rings, faintly, there are small creature faces struggling among them, the mourning voice of the soul comes out from it, the fear aura spreads, and the black flame heals. It flourishes and corrodes the air.
... After seeing the horned demon slaped by his claws, Muria flickered under him, a huge portal formed, and the dragon wings fanned and fell directly into it.
Then, a portal of the same size was formed behind the horned demon, and Muria's slender and majestic dragon body emerged from the portal, accounting for almost half the length of his dragon's body, and the slender dragon tail with the tip of a rhombus. With a wind and thunder, he pulled toward the horns and the devil deformed and twisted his already severe head.
"Struggling to death!" Muria saw the ring of soul behind the horned demon as if it consisted of a tragic death. The anger rises. The soul on the ring of the demon soul is not an illusion, but extracted from the soul and imprisoned it. on.
"Pop!" Accompanied by a dense shattering sound, and a final sound like a melon fruit bursting, broken bones, thick liquid of white flowers ... messy things splattered in a fan shape, abnormal violence, and then the horned demon Headless devil staggered and fell to the ground.
At the irregular rupture of the horn of the horned devil, the tendons, blood vessels, muscles, etc. are creeping, extending upwards and re-growing, it seems that they want to recover the most important missing part.
"Oh!" Muria swung his tail like a diamond-shaped gun blade around the dragon's tail, slicing across the headless body of the horned demon and dividing it into countless pieces, which covered him. Annihilate all life and turn it into ashes.
In the form of the dragon, Muria saw the defense of the second-order demons as nothing, and a dragon flicked his head off the horned demon. Because, compared with the dragon claw, the tail can show the powerful physical strength of the dragon.
Muria's three strikes turned a soul-level demon into fly ash, just like a prelude. In the sky, the circling dragons fell one after another and began to fight close to the demons who survived the spell attack.
Compared to spell attacks, the five-colored dragon prefers melee killing. The younger the five-colored dragon prefers, and does not need skills. It only uses the innate advantages of the dragon to completely abuse its opponent.
"Roar!" "Ang!" ... the dragon roars, the demon howls, flames, frost, thunder, acid ... various spell attacks are flying around. This area is when the five-color dragon community begins to fight with the demons in close combat. Suddenly it turned into a battlefield, and the sound of shouting and killing sounded through the party.
When the dragon came, this area was banned from a layer of overwhelming spell attacks. The weak demons basically turned into corpses in this round of attack. Only some elite silver demons and gold-level demons survived.
Therefore, when the five-color dragon group descended, although these surviving demons were brave, after all, the number and quality were not as good as the five-color dragon group carefully cultivated by Muria. When the battle began, the demons were in an absolute disadvantage.
Demon head to head were torn apart by the dragon, and it was miserable to die. Muria even saw an extremely unlucky demon, and was stared at by the five dragons at the same time, then all four limbs, wings, and tails were all unscrupulous The dragons seized together.
"Tear it!" The body of this gold-level demon was torn directly like a piece of inferior cloth, leaving no room for struggle. For this unfortunate demon, this is not a fight, but a torture of extremely high specifications.
However, the fierce fighting and the tumultuous killings in this area attracted the attention of the wandering demons in the other areas. Many soul-level demons began to move towards this area. When the big devil moved, many gold-level demons also followed. Then, throughout the area, the demons followed.
Following the strong is the instinct of the weak.
And the demon attracted by the battle ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Seeing the sky, the black and red ground covered with corpses, the dragons and demons fighting each other were everywhere, and under the stimulation of blood, they joined without thinking. Fight, let this fight continue.
"Muriya, there are soul-level demons." Just as Muria commanded the dragon to begin to deal with the attracted demons, a scream of the dragon roared.
Muria looked in the direction of the roar of the dragon. A Baro devil stepping on the ring of ten souls smiled and fought with a strong red dragon, but the red dragon was absolutely downwind. The dragon wings had been torn off and the hot dragon's blood sprayed.
The inferior red dragons on both sides were struggling to interfere, which did not let their brother die on the spot.
"Casio!" Seeing this scene, the dazzling aura of light flashed from Muria, the golden dragon turned into a titan with black hair and golden eyes, and as he called, a teleportation array emerged beside him. A giant bow emerged from it.
Muria held this huge metal bow in his hand, and the bow strings were pulled apart, and the wind and thunder flames rushed into the long bow frantically, condensing into a brightly blooming arrow.
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