"Your Highness Muria, it is with this sword that you can kill the undead legion, those bone dragons are so vulnerable under this sword. If I get this sword, I can do that too. "The dragon's greed was unmistakable at this moment.

"Just for the time being. The bronze dragon thought to himself, "His Highness Muria has already thrown the sword over, this is what it means to borrow me to use!"

Although it had already felt the preciousness of this sword, the bronze dragon only had the mind to borrow it temporarily, and did not dare to have the mind of greedy ink, Muria's newly revealed strength and his identity background made it very jealous.

However, just as its claws approached the sword that had grown to ten meters in the process of shooting, golden thunder and flames, and an invisible hurricane, burst out from the sword spine engraved with the ancient divine script, exuding a vast, distant, and ancient aura.

The thunder scorched the dragon scales on the bronze dragon's claws, and the invisible wind blew up the scorched black dragon scales, turning the flesh and blood upside down, and then, the golden dragon flame wrapped the bronze dragon's claws...... A painful dragon roar came from the bronze dragon's mouth, and it had no idea that the Demon Sword would attack it.

"Groan!" the Demon Sword let out a crisp sword roar, as if mocking the Bronze Dragon's indiscretion.

"Roar!" the bronze dragon let out an angry roar as he watched himself turn into black, charred dragon claws, and heard the sword groan that seemed to mock his incompetence.

Just as it was about to reach out and grab the Demon Sword again, a soul-level bone dragon took advantage of the bronze dragon's distraction and pounced on his back, carrying a vicious curse and condensed dragon teeth with a rich dead aura through the dragon scales and piercing into the flesh of the bronze dragon's slender neck.

"Poof!" Rancid blood spurted from the wound on the bronze dragon's neck, and under the undead curse, the flesh and scales of the two rows of dragon's tooth-like wounds began to blacken and begin to spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Whoa!" the vicious necromantic curse invaded the dragon's body, causing the bronze dragon with a claw that had been crippled to let out a terrible howl, and the curse wounded its dragon soul.

"Huh!" the blade of the Demon Sword deflected, turning the last part of Muria's power on its body into a dazzling sword light, aiming directly at the bone dragon on the bronze dragon's back.

Then the Demon Sword turned into a dim sword rainbow and flew towards Muria, never to return to the grandeur of the time when it flew back.

"Bang!" The sword light that came out at the end of the Demon Sword happened to slash at the neck of the bone dragon on the back of the bronze dragon, and there was no suspense, and the sharp sword light shattered the piece of dragon bone it touched into a pile of powder.

The headless keel that was more than 60 meters long slipped and smashed into the barren land full of crystals below......

"What kind of shape is this?" A gold-level amethyst dragon slapped a bone dragon with one claw, and the slender dragon tail swept, pumping a gold-level bone dragon to the ground, and after smashing out a dragon-shaped pit, she suddenly noticed a bronze dragon that exuded a soul-level powerful aura, but with a look of panic and anger, hurriedly flew past her.

The appearance of this bronze dragon is very miserable, the size of the dragon's body, not to mention the scars that are obviously torn by the bone dragon, what really makes the dragon sympathize is that one of its front paws is black, it seems to be missing a layer of flesh and scales, and it has been burned by the flames.

And at its neck, it was also bitten by a terrifying and hideous bone dragon head, in which there was still soul fire burning in it, and in the area under the bone dragon teeth, it was black, and a foul smell was faintly wafting......

After throwing the Demon Sword at the bronze dragon in the most dangerous situation, Muria threw the Seven Sins Sword in his hand towards a sapphire dragon that was also besieged by more than a dozen ancient dragons.

Then, he took out the Broken Axe and the Shocking Battle Axe, and threw them at the other two dragons who had the daredo to learn from him to break through the undead army, turning them into two indestructible rainbows, cutting a way for them to survive.

...... After the siege of those dragons was relieved, all of them turned into a long rainbow and flew back to Muria, hovering behind him and not returning to his body.

However, then, Muria was a little speechless to find that he seemed to have become a nanny, and after seeing which dragon was beaten by the undead dragon and couldn't support it, he took off the exclusive weapon behind him and threw it out to relieve the siege of those dragons who were in an embarrassing situation.

So, in the undead battlefield below, there was such a scene, a golden dragon, a silver dragon, and a red bronze dragon...... Crystal Dragon, Amethyst Dragon...... Many dragons revealed their true bodies and fought fiercely with a large number of undead legions - because of the elemental turbulence, even mage dragons who like to cast spells to attack can only use their staff as a war hammer like Kaslana at this time, and start a melee fight in which dragons naturally have an advantage.

And in this battlefield between dragons and undead, a black-haired and golden-eyed young man was quite eye-catching, compared to the undead dragons and dragons around him who were tens of meters and hundreds of meters long, his figure looked pitiful.

But it is such a small existence, but it is the most dazzling existence on this vast battlefield. He held a halberd in his hand, and the four weapons behind him were hovering, and everywhere he went, many undead were killed.

The high-level undead have no less intelligence than normal humans, and they are afraid of the extinguishing of the soul fire, because for them, it is real death, and many of the undead are unwilling to die and fight.

In fact, if given a choice, basically all the undead would not want to fight this group of dragons, but Bertlane's order is like this, and they who have been marked by the soul fire have no choice at all.

Therefore, even though it was fear, when there was no way out, there were still groups of undead who rushed towards Muria and besieged him together, but unfortunately it was only a dying struggle.

The black-haired boy held the Prison Halberd in his hand, and with each swing and slash, the undead who besieged him fell in pieces like wheat cut down by a sickle.

When there were too many undead besieging Muria, the four exclusive weapons suspended behind him were as if they were being held by four invisible arms, slashing out one after another......

"Huh!" When Muria, who was slaughtering the undead, received a young golden dragon's call for help message to him, without the slightest hesitation, his spiritual power locked on to the location of the golden dragon for help, and threw the prison halberd in his hand.

Then, Muria held the broken axe gun in his hand, and just as he was about to swing the axe in his hand, his gaze froze in one direction.

There, an overwhelming wave of resentful spirits is surging towards the battlefield......