Chapter 245: Wraith Spree

"His Highness Muria, this sword is the only way to kill the undead army. Those bone dragons are so fragile under this sword. If I get this sword, I can do it too." Nian revealed at this moment.
"Just use it for a while." Bronze Dragon thought to himself secretly, "His Highness Muria has thrown the sword over, that's what I borrowed it for!"
Although it has felt the preciousness of this sword, the Bronze Dragon has only temporarily borrowed the mind and did not dare to have the greed for ink. Muria's just-expressed strength and his identity background make him very frightened.
However, just before its claws approached that sword's dazzling sword that had grown to ten meters in the process of shooting, the golden thunder and flames, invisible hurricane, engraved Xuan'ao from this sword's spine. Divine text, exuding a vast, long, ancient-looking excalibur shot out.
The thunder cleaved the dragon scales on the bronze dragon's claws into a scorched black, and the invisible wind blasted the cracked scorched dragon scales, turning the flesh, and then, the golden dragon inflammation wrapped the bronze dragon's claws ... the painful dragon The roar emanated from the mouth of the bronze dragon, and it did not expect that the Sword of Danger would attack it.
"Yin!" The dangling demon sword made a crisp sound of swordsing, as if laughing at the indiscretion of the bronze dragon.
"Roar!" The bronze dragon watched as it turned into a black coke-like dragon claw, and heard the sound of a groaning sword that mocked and mocked his incompetence, making an angry low roar.
Just as it was about to once again grab the demon sword with its claws, a soul-level bone dragon took advantage of the bronze dragon's distraction and rushed to his back, carrying a sinful curse and condensed dragon teeth. Run through the dragon scales and pierce the flesh of the bronze dragon's long neck.
"Oh!" The blood with rancid smell was sprayed from the wound of the bronze dragon's neck. Under the curse of the undead, the flesh and scales in the two rows of dragon-shaped wounds began to darken and became visible to the naked eye. Speed ​​spread.
"Woohoo!" The curse of the vicious necromancer invaded the dragon's body, making a gruesome sound of the bronze dragon whose claws had been broken. This curse hurt its dragon soul.
"Oh!" The deflection of the sword's sword body deflected the last part of Muria's blessing into a dazzling sword, and the target pointed directly at the bone dragon on the bronze dragon's back.
Then the magic sword turned into a dim ray of Jian Hong flying towards Muria, and never again when it flew again.
"Oh!" Jian Guang, who was cut at the end of the Dagger Sword, happened to be chopped on the neck of the bone dragon on the back of the bronze dragon. There was no suspense. The sharp sword light shattered the keel that it touched into A pile of powder.
The headless keel, which was more than sixty meters long, slipped and fell on the barren land full of crystals below ...
"What is this look?" A golden-grade amethyst dragon clawed away a bone dragon, and the slender dragon tail swept across, pulling a golden-grade bone dragon above the ground, and smashing a dragon-shaped pit, suddenly noticed A bronze dragon exuding a powerful spirit, but with a hurry and anger, flew past her hurriedly.
The appearance of this bronze dragon is miserable. The size of the dragon's body, obviously the scars from the bone dragon's bite, will not be mentioned. What really sympathizes the dragon is that one of its front paws is black and looks like It seemed that a layer of flesh and scale was missing, and it had been burned by the flames.
And at the neck, it was bitten by a horrible bone dragon head, among which there was still a soul fire burning in it, and in the area under the bone dragon's teeth, there was a dark, stinky smell drifting away. ...
After throwing a dangling magic sword at the most endangered bronze dragon, Muria threw the Sin Sword in his hand towards a sapphire dragon, which was also besieged by more than a dozen ancient dragons.
Then, he took out the broken army axe gun and shocking tomahawk, and threw at the other two dragons who took the liberty to learn to pierce the undead army, and turned them into two indestructible Changhongs, cutting a path for them.
... After being thrown by Muria, four exclusive weapons were thrown out. After the siege of the dragons, they all turned into a rainbow and flew back to Muria, suspended behind him, and did not return to his body.
However, next to Muria's speechless discovery, she seemed to be reduced to a nanny. After seeing which dragon was besieged by the undead dragon, and could not support it, she took the exclusive weapon behind her and threw it out. Make a siege for those dragons in distress.
So, in the undead battlefield below, such a scene appeared, Golden Dragon, Silver Dragon, Red Copper Dragon ... Crystal Dragon, Amethyst Dragon ... Many dragons revealed their true bodies and a large number of undead legions fiercely fighting-- Because of the turbulent flow of elements, even the Master Dragon who likes to cast attacks, at this time, he can only use the staff as a warhammer, like Kasanna, and start the melee killing that dragons naturally have the advantage.
In the battlefield between the dragon and the undead, a young boy with dark hair and golden eyes is quite eye-catching. Compared with the surrounding dragons, which are tens of meters and hundreds of meters long, his figure looks very small. Poor.
But such a small existence is the most dazzling existence on this vast battlefield. He held a war halberd in his hand, and four handles behind him floated around. Many undead killed everywhere he went.
High-level undead have the wisdom of no less than normal human beings. They fear the annihilation of the fire of the soul, because for them, it is true death. Many undead are unwilling to die and are unwilling to fight.
In fact, if you can choose ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Basically all undead are unwilling to fight this group of dragons, but Bertrand's order is like this, they are left in the fire of soul, they are basically There is no right to choose.
So, even if it was fear, without a retreat, a group of undead still rushed to Muria and besieged him together, but unfortunately it was just dying.
The black-haired boy held the halberd in his hand, and every time he waved and cut off, the undead who besieged him fell like pieces of wheat cut by a sickle.
When there are too many undead besieging Muria, the four exclusive weapons suspended behind him are as if they were held by four invisible arms, cutting out a sharp edge ...
"Oh!" When Muria, who had slaughtered the undead, received a call for help from a young Golden Dragon, he did not hesitate to lock up the position of the Golden Dragon for help, and threw the halberd of the prison in his hand.
Then Muria held the broken axe gun behind him, and when he was about to wave the axe gun in his hand, his gaze was fixed and he looked in one direction.
There, an overwhelming spree of resentment spirits is coming to the battlefield ...