Looking at the figure who was struggling to persevere, Manqing's expression was slightly grim.

Just as he was about to get up, the gloomy man on the side suddenly trembled and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Manqing hurriedly went over, held the gloomy son, and asked worriedly, "Third Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

There was no trace of blood on the gloomy face, and he fought against the roots of the Kunlun Divine Tree day and night, draining all his spiritual power, and by now, he was running out of oil.

"Second, Second Senior Brother," Gloomy said with difficulty, "Go and help Little Senior Brother." ”

Man Qing gritted his teeth, put down the gloomy son, and was about to step forward, when suddenly a shocking flood rose from the ground in the Valley of the Swinging Gods and came to him in an instant.

Manqing looked at the person in front of him with a slight expression.

is a middle-aged man, born extremely beautiful, but with a kind of majesty of the superior, it is the elf king who has never made a move.

"It's an honor to fight you. The Elven King said seriously.

The three brothers and sisters have been in front of the Valley of the Gods for seven days, and the Elf King has been watching all this indifferently, without saying a word, and without any intention of making a move.

The elves live in the southern forests, rarely deal with other races, and they don't like war, but this time, due to the strength of the Phoenix clan, they had to join the war against the human race, and the orcs sent a large army, almost pouring out, and the elves only came alone.

The Elf King said seriously, "I don't want to be an enemy of the human race, and I don't want to be an enemy of the Phoenix race, but there are many unsatisfactory things in the world, and I am in the middle of it, and I have no extra choice, so I'm very sorry." ”

Manqing ignored it, his gaze directly crossed him, and looked at Ao Fenggu, who was still struggling to support.

The Elf King sighed and moved his body, just blocking Manqing's sight, the meaning was obvious, he would not let him save Ao Fenggu.

Manqing looked at the person in front of him and said, "You have a choice, you could have chosen not to make a move." Shaking his head, he no longer hesitated and slammed his fist through it.

The fist broke through the air, sending out a scream that tore through the eardrums.

In front of the elf king, a cyan wooden shield condensed out of thin air, and when he heard a bang, the shield armor was shattered by a brute blue punch, and the wooden blocks shot out in all directions.

The castration of the brute blue fist was unabated, but the next moment, where the fist was, a cyan shield appeared out of thin air, followed by a second piece, and then a third piece...... This punch, after shattering dozens of pieces of shield armor, finally slowed down.

Manqing burst out, "The sword is coming!"

The wide iron sword like a door panel flew from the furnace in an instant, and the brute green hand held the hilt of the sword and stabbed it with a sword.

There was no sword qi, no sword gang, only a red-hot iron sword.

Simple and crude, but very powerful.

Feeling the indomitable will in this sword, the elf king's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, his feet lightly touched the ground, and he retreated sharply.

At the same time, in front of him, huge pieces of wooden shields appeared, overlapping each other.

These shields are covered with rustic runes that make the blocks of wood grow tightly and make them as hard as stone.

That sword, still unhindered, broke through the shield armor, and the brute green body also rushed forward with the sword, like a bamboo.

The huge shield was broken, and the runes burst before they could be activated.

Man Qing broke through more than 2,000 pieces of shield armor one after another, and came to the elf king, and the sword blade pointed directly at the throat of the elf king.

The Elf King's pupils shrank, his lips trembled, and he said in disbelief: "How is it possible?"

The heavy sword was bladeless, but it still left a trace of blood on the elven king's throat.

Manqing put away his sword at the last moment and ran in the direction where Ao Fenggu was.

For him, the life of the elf king is far less important than saving the little junior brother.

But it was too late.

Another assassin of the Seven Killing Palaces hidden among the orcs tore through the skin of his disguise and handed out the most powerful and domineering sword in his life.

Ao Fenggu, who had run out of oil, was powerless to resist.

However, at this moment, behind Ao Fenggu, a voice suddenly sounded.

The voice was short, but it was composed of dozens of syllables, with hundreds of meanings, and no one in the audience could understand the meaning of the voice, but they could understand the anger and majesty in it.

Ao Fenggu understood.

This is the language of the dragon.

The dragon's groan sounded, and with it was the unfolding True Dragon Realm.

On the first day of the Seven Killing Palace, the powerful and treacherous sword of the Gang Assassin showed its body in the True Dragon Realm, and its speed became slower and slower, and when it came to Ao Fenggu's body, it was already as slow as a turtle crawling, and it was constantly trembling.

The Assassin retreated in terror.

Because he knows that after the dragon's language, there is the dragon's breath.

But it was too late, and the terrifying dragon's breath enveloped him in an instant, his clothes began to rot, his muscles peeled off, revealing his white bones, and his pink organs were exposed, and they burst open, and his skeleton was also turned into powder in this dragon's breath.

A figure appeared beside Ao Fenggu.

His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere, but Ao Fenggu was sure that he had never seen this person.

But he could feel the familiar aura of this man.

"Xuanming Mountain's Black Dragon Pang respectfully greeted His Majesty the Dragon Emperor. The man fell down on one knee.

Xuanmingshan ...... Dragon Emperor ...... Those names and titles buried in the bottom of his heart appeared in Ao Fenggu's mind again.

There are three mountains in the Dragon Domain, of which Xuanming Mountain is at the bottom.

Not long after Ao Fenggu became a disciple of the Martial Academy, he was still a dragon slayer, and the remnant dragon organization sent an old man of the dragon clan to assassinate him, and after the old man failed, he bit his tongue and swallowed it in his stomach, and after learning the true identity of Ao Fenggu, he swore allegiance to Ao Fenggu and named himself Dumb Slave.

The dumb slave is none other than Xuanming Mountain from the Dragon Domain.

And the middle-aged man in front of him, with exactly the same eyebrows and eyes as a dumb slave, is probably the son of the old man.

It's just that the Remnant Dragon Organization ......

After a brief pause, the orc warriors rushed madly.

More than ten people came behind Ao Fenggu, knelt down and saluted, looked at the rushing half-orc warriors, and resolutely restored the true body of the dragon clan, and the huge dragon body flew up and rushed towards the half-orcs.

Looking at those real dragons, the gloomy man was relieved and fainted.

Without the support of the spiritual power of the gloomy son, the muddy ground like a swamp suddenly returned to its original state.

The Knight of Judgment charged.

Roars and roars echoed through the wilderness.

Dozens of strong people of the Phoenix Clan turned into Changhong and rose from the ground.

When the earth shook and the mountains shook, the remnant dragons stood in front of Ao Fenggu's body, lined up in a line, spitting dragon breath.

Storms raged, thunder fell from the sky, and the coldest dragon's breath erupted, turning enemies into ice sculptures, flames erupting from the dragon's mouth, and tongues of fire engulfing hundreds of Phoenix armies.

Ruling knights and orcs fell in rows.

The flying Phoenix powerhouse spared no effort to attack, and countless magic weapons were sacrificed.

The wilderness in front of the Valley of the Swinging Gods has become a real meat grinder.

The people who fell into the battlefield, whether they were phoenixes, orcs, or remnant dragons, were all red-eyed.

A nine-star peak powerhouse carried a giant shield and rushed to the fire-breathing remnant dragon with a scorching dragon fire, ignoring his charred arm at all, roaring angrily and throwing the spear in his hand.

On the surface of the spear, countless dark blue lightning rays were entangled, directly piercing the heart of the fire dragon, the fire dragon howled, used the last trace of strength, stretched out the dragon claw, grabbed the nine-star peak powerhouse, jumped hard, flew out of a distance of dozens of meters, and smashed heavily in the charging Phoenix army.

With a shocking explosion, the body of the fire dragon exploded, the flames rose into the sky, and spread in all directions, within a radius of 100 meters, whether it was a ruling knight or a half-orc warrior, all of them turned into ashes in this monstrous flame.

Ao Fenggu looked at the flame, his eyes were very sour.

(End of chapter)