Vol 3 Chapter 2081: Tragic war

The demon bloodstain received Xiao Chen’s direct vision, turning in the clouds, turning into a light and rushing toward the battlefield.
Because they fled on the way, they evaded the pursuit and they were very weak.
The speed of leaving the back road was slower, and I was always concentrating on regaining my own state. I didn't have time to meet the Yanlong Legion in advance.
"How could this be!"
Soon, the two saw a very chaotic and cruel scene, the Yanlong Legion was shackled several times with them, and the Rakshasa demons were besieged.
The entire formation was completely disrupted, and more than 20,000 members of the Yanlong Legion were divided into a pair of small groups by Yan Cangming’s monks.
It is impossible to assemble successfully and it is impossible to form a formation.
Worse, the place of engagement is a sea of ​​melt, making this anxious and cruel.
Every moment, the warriors of the Yanlong Legion were killed and died in this lava land.
Although every warrior of the Yanlong Legion died, there were several monks who died, but this contrast has no value at all.
Those who are squatting down are completely dependent on the armor of the dragon, and they have the qualification to fight against the Yanlong Legion.
If there is no magic dragon armor, facing the Yanlong Legion is completely crushed, easy to break through.
The most fierce battlefield is undoubtedly the general of the wind and the people of the Luosha.
The black scorpion holds two bone spurs, and the thunder and the king will merge with the will of the king to form a thunder.
Fight with the wind generals, and do not ask to kill the opponent, just entangle the other party.
At any time, the king wants to go, but he can't keep it.
Even if the Yanlong Legion is completely destroyed, the Wind General will not have anything to do, but if the general trend goes, leaving him alone, this is the situation that Wuyi wants to see.
One person's strength, you can return to heaven!
Wu Hao smiled and said: "I will let you go now, and you will not be able to save the situation. Today the Yanlong Legion will be removed."
The generals of the wind calmed their faces and did not speak, but they even madly attacked and vented their anger and unwillingness.
The blood of the blood contains Xiao Chen and Murong Yan, and they are far away in the air.
Murong Yan is on the blood, and if he doesn't want to, he will rush.
Xiao Chen reached out and stopped him. He whispered: "You can do it if you cover me. There is no need to go to die."
"you sure?"
Murong Yan’s heart has long been filled with anger, and it’s a bit uncomfortable to see Xiao Chen stop himself.
"Be stronger than you go to death."
Too much to explain, Xiao Chen took out the soul bow, let go, arrow out.
The fingertips are a fusion of fire and arrow, silent and break into the battlefield.
The arrow is like a glimmer of light, silent, and it breaks through the sorcerer's armor, and passes through the heart.
The magic dragon armor has a gram of the real elements of the dragon warrior, but it can be in front of the arrow of the fire in Xiao Chen, but it is like a paper paste.
Hey!
The monks who passed through the arrows had no vitality and died on the spot.
The arrow went on the cast, and even stopped wearing a dozen monks. The monks in the back, though not all of them were worn by one arrow, but the magic dragons on their bodies were destroyed.
"really."
Xiao Chen’s face showed a faint look. The dragon’s armor and what he expected were restrained by the dragon, and there was no defense against his heart.
Hey!
For a time, he was like a dragon, with one second and nine arrows. One arrow broke ten enemies. In one second, hundreds of monks’ demon dragons were destroyed.
The unlucky one was killed by an arrow and died on the spot.
In ten seconds, thousands of monks were destroyed, and one hundred of them were instantly fatal.
Many of the Yanlong Army martial artists who are fighting, they feel a bit strange, and they are fighting against the warriors. Didn't understand what was going on, the body of the dragon was destroyed, and it burst.
Lost the dragon armor, these monks are not enough to watch in front of the Yanlong Legion.
With a sword, you can easily kill.
Hey!
The arrows that Xiao Chen shot out were all in the same direction, and there was a gap in the tightness of the time.
"what happened?"
The dragon warriors of the Yanlong Legion felt a little inexplicable, and they couldn’t be missed, almost instinctively rushing in the direction of the gap.
The entire Yanlong Legion was overwhelmed by the momentum of the valley and saw a rebound.
The battlefield situation, changing rapidly, and such obvious anomalies naturally caused the high-level of the Raksha Momo, as well as the attention of Yan Cangming.
The same thing that echoes in my mind is four words. What happened?
"It's Xiao Chen!"
Liu Feng's eyes swept away, and he reached the distant sky, standing on the body of Xiao Chen and Murong Yan.
"It’s Xiao Chen and Murong Yan, these two people are still not dead!

Many high-ranking members of the Yanlong Legion, who knew the inside of the mission, were shocked and mad.
Abandoning a lot of effort, Yan Hongming, who is forced by Wei Hongfei, is preparing to kill the killer.
Suddenly stopped the action, looking at the eyes, still in the steady stream of arrows out of the arrow.
The Raksha Momo and the monks who went to harassment were not driven away by the blood of the devil, or Murong Yan rushed away.
This trio, one stop in the sky, is invincible!
"Damn!"
Yan Cang, a cold drink, regardless of Wei Hongfei, went to the sky, they have to be hands-on.
"Leave!"
Wei Hongfei, who has been wounded and wounded, knows the horror of this Yan Cangming, and he is already decadent.
Like the return of light, the horrible momentum erupted, and a golden dragon surrounded him, constantly rushing toward the sky.
The golden dragon is fascinated.
"You guy..."
Yan Cangming flashed a hint of killing in her eyes, and she was left in a helpless manner. The magic of her body rolled over and revealed a breath of death.
The whole person's momentum has changed dramatically, and among the eyes, there is a flash of death.
In an instant, as if incarnation in hell, the depths of the eyes, as if there is a black dragon that represents death, constantly hovering.
Touch of death!
In the lava ocean, sputtering countless black energy, containing the avenue of death, like the devil's tentacles, terrible.
Yan Cang's face is expressionless, the horrible horrible body, a fierce hand.
The black energy that was sputtered turned into countless black tentacles and entangled in Wei Hongfei.
Boom!
Wei Hongfei's face changed slightly, and his fists danced, playing a dense offensive.
The roar of the dragon of gold, the shocks of all directions, thousands of golden dragons, constantly flying out, want to block the black tentacle.
It is a pity that the golden dragon that he blew out touched the black tentacle and was immediately eroded.
"what!!!"
The screams rang, countless black energy tentacles, and Wei Hongfei's body flew out of thousands of holes.
The whole person can't move at all, like a giant hand with variability, thousands of fingers.
Pierce his body and squat it in the air, unable to move.
The golden light in the eyes is gradually covered by the black magic, and the vitality is eliminated a little.
boom!
Yan Cangming reached out and Wei Hongfei’s body flew into the air in the air and sank into the sea of ​​lava.
I don’t know life or death.
This kind of containment, successfully left a lot of output time for Xiao Chen, the gap that was opened.
Not only has it not been replenished, but it has been torn apart.
The Yanlong Legion took this opportunity to successfully assemble and squat open the gap and highlight it.
The Yanlong Legion, which was previously divided and was unable to play its overall strength, finally came over at this moment.
The precision machine, once again running, the entire Yanlong Legion re-established as a whole.
Rolling dragons gathered together, stepping on the bodies of the monks and Rakshasa, and rushed out unstoppable.
At this time, it was the Wuhua who wanted to get out and was stopped by the wind general.
"Awful, how can this be the case, the death of the bureau, why is it so broken."
Wuhuan waved his bones in his hand, and he was angry. At the same time, he could not understand.
On the back of the bloody, Xiao Chen felt dizzy, holding the soul bow and rubbing his forehead on one knee.
Heart fire is a simplified version of the heart.
With the mysterious heart, the soul and the real yuan, Xiao Chen is in such a short period of time.
Do not kill the consumption, will just recover the spirit of the god, instant overdraft.
call out!
Murong Yan broke a wave of harassment, returned to the back of the blood, looked at the pale face, Xiao Chen at any time to fall.
Panic, and quickly helped him: "Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen, hold on!"
"There is no success in the breakout?" Xiao Chen asked a little weak voice.
Murong Yan looked back and saw that the gap opened by Xiao Chen, a long dragon, was squirming out, and was invincible.
Yanlong Legion, integrated the remaining warriors, successfully broke through!
"Successful." Murong Yan replied quickly.
"Hurry and withdraw."
Did not think much, Xiao Chen directly told the way, the blood of the blood suddenly took the lead. The red light overflowed, rubbed and rubbed, and a feather, with a poisonous, flew away from the square.
Suddenly clear out a large gap, find the right direction, and fly far.
"Can you escape? Desperate God!"
With a lot of killing, the chasing of Yan Cangming, roaring, a killing and showing.
I saw the sky being torn, a chill of light, with death. Breaking through the sky, turning into a long, slashing knife, the magic blood has been smashed down.
Burning the wrath of the sky!
At the beginning of the millennium, Murong Yan did not think about it. He turned back and stood in front of Xiao Chen, and pushed back.
Seeing the flame burning for a long time in the sky, the square is bright, like a white.
Murong Yan was filled with anger, burning with blazing flames, anger and heart attack, blood burning, and the flames were like a blaze.
The volley jumped, controlling the giant palm of the flame that fell between the heavens and the earth, blocking the death of the gods.
Hey!
Who knows that the of death, contains the road to death, will Murong Yan this one of the blood of the body.
Looking down on the majority, and then slammed down.
A black blood, sprinkled the sky, Murong Yan half-dead and fell, the blood and blood quickly caught.
"Oh, it's blocked!"
Yan Cangming saw her own big killing, was blocked by Murong Yan, and was furious.
Just want to have some action, suddenly saw it, all directions.
More than a dozen robbery clouds, floating from the Quartet, gathered on top of his head.
It is the thunder and lightning that Xiao Chen took the opportunity to display!
Yan Cang-ming suddenly changed his face and quickly landed. He practiced the death of the magical magic. It’s horrible, it’s terrible, and it’s like being thundered.
The losses below were heavy, but the Yanlong Legion, which had finally regrouped, retreated toward the rear.
The monks and the Rakshasa army were chasing after them, but the distance was a little bit opened.
The blood of the blood is free to choose a direction, and the blood is full of blood, and the golden glow of the eyes is looming.
Do their best, carrying Xiao Chen and Murong Yan, flying wildly in the clouds.