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In the middle of the dark sea of fog,.

Thin clouds wrapped around its body, like a heavenly palace where the gods dwelled.

Compared to the black fog of the sea that rises with the breath of death, this unattainable island exudes a deeper darkness, a more boundless dead silence, chaos and bloodlust.

This is the Dawning Dragon City, the lair of the Demon Dragon, the only exile sanctuary in the Demon Realm that will not be soaked in sunlight.

The Great Hall of Bone Mound, made of the bones of Mandeago's behemoths, is the only building on this lonely island.

Matching this huge temple built of ribs and leaking on all sides is a mutilated bust of a god 100 meters high.

The bony war hammer that holds the meaning of killing has long since disappeared with the arm, leaving only a reincarnation scale representing the meaning of rebirth, and the solitary arm and the lower half of the sculpture are dependent on each other.

In fact, in the Battle of Longhai that year, the original Temple of Orlinsis of the Demon Dragon Clan had been completely destroyed a long time ago, and now this temple was only rebuilt later, and the incomplete statue of Nao Zu is the only evidence of the Battle of Longhai that year.

In the cold and clear air, there was a faint blue glow of stars.

Not only are the ribs of the Mandeago Behemoth rounded like jade, but the phosphorus fire in the bone marrow also acts as a floating light, and in the Demon Realm, only the most noble sanctuaries are often qualified to use this building material.

The palace was flanked by rows of giant torches fueled by mermaid fat, and the cyan flame of eternal life not only did not illuminate the dark and deep palace, but added a mysterious dark and dangerous unknown to the place.

At the end of the looming line of sight. Towering over the throne of the Ring of Thorns beneath the statue of Naozu, His Majesty Chaplin, the Demon Dragon Emperor, drowned himself in a thick shadow, his amber pupils flickering, looking down at his courtiers with different expressions.

Even with the restraints of a Zorro-style black mask. The facial muscles on His Majesty the Demon Dragon Emperor's cheeks, which had already slackened slightly, were still brewing nervousness and uneasiness, hesitation and planning, and, anticipation, great anticipation.

In the center of the main hall stands a large crystal prism, all of which is focused on the smooth polygonal mirror.

The slick and greasy bone brick floor is depicted with circles of ancient golden runes and mystical star patterns, and each six-pointed star symbol is stamped with the symbol of hellfire in the center, and the magnificent elemental halo reflects the colorful clouds and gathers on the crystal prism. A fast-moving picture was projected---- a fifteen-meter-tall demon dragon fanning purple flesh plums, led by a pair of night shadow dragons and colorful dragons. Flap your wings and fly.

They left the two suns of the Demon Realm far behind, and the blazing light and steaming hot wind saw them off.

They leave their backs to the whole world, choosing the distant horizon.

In the distorted air, the vast expanse of the Great Plain was almost at the end.

Gravel, dust, and dead grass roll like waves under the wings of a dragon.

"Your Majesty. Presumably, after this sneak attack, our Demon Dragon Clan will officially gain several times the current strength. The Prince of the Night Shadow Dragon couldn't help but break the long silence, his tone filled with a hint of resentment that was almost imperceptible.

No one can understand the martial traditions of the Demon Dragon Clan. No one can understand the passion of the Demon Dragons to fight, especially since it is all based on scheming.

This glorious and simple sneak attack mission, His Majesty the Emperor did not hand over the experienced old dragon to lead the team, but chose the young Demon Dragon Crown Prince, this is of course the Demon Dragon Emperor His Majesty wants to establish absolute authority for Crown Prince Alain Delon before succeeding to the throne, but doing so inevitably makes those twilight demon dragons and young and powerful princes who have been proud of their years feel quite unconvinced and complain after carefully recalling it.

"The change and change of the years is a hurdle that no one can overcome! My dear Richard. Kiel. The Demon Dragon Emperor said lightly in his usual calm tone: "The experience and precipitation of the old people is certainly a strong fighting force. But my brother, you must admit that whether we are dragons or Aegean dragons, we still rely on fangs, claws, and horns for hand-to-hand combat most of the time, which is an innate instinct and our greatest asset. ”

"Time has brought us to old age, but the twins of fate are fair, the elders have won more wisdom than the children, and they have also cultivated and accumulated more powerful and complex arcane arts, which is also our capital." Richard, Prince Kiel also repaid his king and brother with the inherent stubbornness of the Demon Dragon Clan.

In the face of words questioning his strength, even if it came from His Majesty the Emperor, only the dumb demon dragon would choose to be silent.

Excuse! It's all an excuse for boredom! The Demon Dragon Prince shouted in his heart.

"Richard. Kiel, my good brother, do you think there is more room for hand-to-hand combat skills or more room for arcane attacks in close combat? Was it your claws or arcane? His Majesty Chaplin Shi Shiran stood up, took a duck step with a special trajectory, flicked the golden scepter in his hand, and slowly walked to the side of the Demon Dragon Prince: "Don't think that you have been insulted by me, I don't mean this!" The youthfulness and vitality of the children allows them to gain a greater advantage in melee combat, hey! Even if they are injured, they can survive better than the old dragons! ”

"It's not okay to be old." His Majesty the Demon Dragon Emperor let out a long sigh.

This desolate and lonely confession, I don't know if he said it to the prince or himself.

"Your wisdom can dispel the eternal darkness of the Sea of Fog." The young and powerful Prince Demon Dragon did not think that his physical strength and hand-to-hand combat skills had declined, but he also had to admit that he had always attracted the old-school forces, and his chances of seizing the throne in the hands of the crown prince were getting smaller and smaller.

Three pairs of Night Shadow Dragons and Colorful Dragons took thirty demon dragons to sneak attack the two Aegean Dragon Cities, choosing the safest path, and the advantage of troops was so obvious that the news blockade was so strict that even the demon officials did not know about it. Every time he thought of this stubble, the Demon Dragon Prince would feel unwilling and depressed.

Maybe the next time these children come back, the strength will no longer be something that the old dragons can look up to.

Nao Aozu, Nao Aozu, why do you want the Demon Dragon Clan to have the ability to "devour dragons"? Looking at the "Mirror of Chihiro" in the center of the palace. The demon dragons are passing through the "Great Rift in Time and Space", and His Royal Highness Richard and Kiel, Prince of the Demon Dragon, couldn't help but think with malice: If His Royal Highness Crown Prince Alain Delon suffers a big loss this time, then wouldn't I have the hope of becoming the next Demon Dragon Emperor?

The vicissitudes of the sea show the true character of the hero.

At the most critical juncture, the true king will always use his broad backbone to shield his courtiers from the wind and rain.

The ancient dragon Wenger is a great existence that no strong person can ignore, this earth-based fourth-order dragon is the most proficient master of the "Dragon Language Great Summoning Technique" in the history of the Aegean, he has participated in all the foreign wars of the dragon clan for more than 10,000 years, and his experience is almost equivalent to the chronicle of the Aegean continent.

However, even if the old man of Fu Fang is ambitious, he must calmly face the fact that he is no longer young after the passage of time.

Hand-to-hand combat and hand-to-hand combat are no longer the strengths of Wenger, the old dragon star, compared to magical skills.

Even though Arsene Wenger was once a famous Hercules of the Dragons. But that was once after all.

When the strength, experience and fighting skills of both warring sides are on the same starting line, the young and strong Nevinjink ruthlessly tells the aging Wenger that the stage of real swords and guns no longer belongs to him in the twilight.

It is different from the sneak attack and group beating of Fei Lengcui's shameless father and son soldiers. The duel between Nwenlink and Arsene Wenger was a real bayonet.

The three-strand steel fork of the Great Commander of the Blood River, which has been passed down from generation to generation, used the fire of the earth in the abyss of the underworld when forging, and was born with the dual damage attributes of flame and acid poison, and mixed with the excellent texture of "Tinelon Dark Metal", which made the three-strand steel fork indestructible at the same time. It can also double the Dark Force of the Blood River Lord.

Relying on this ancestral weapon, Nwenlinker stabbed rows of shocking three-eye wounds at the base of Wenger's wings, neck and nose. Let the gurgling dragon's blood gush outward with a large string of foam, leaving the deepest damage to the legendary dragon---- and from the location of these scars, we can see the shrewdness of the Bloodriver Ruler Nairwinink, who attacks almost exclusively the dragon's weakness and vital points.

It is especially appreciated that Nairwinlink did not even use a single magic attack during his engagement with Wenger!

Regarding his tall body of about forty meters and his almost infinite majestic strength, the Blood River Commander has always had a deep superstition.

No"""I should say that I firmly believe!

It firmly believes that 90% of the magic in this world cannot reach the damage that the steel fork in its hand can do! PS This is a fact. ，

Similarly, Neverelink has absolute trust in its "tempered lava skin".

In addition to Wenger's minions that can also make the Blood River Commander a little jealous, the dragon clan old birthday star summoned twelve elemental dragons to help in the battle. The children of the underworld did not pay attention to any of them, their biting and tearing may be a disaster for ordinary people, and for the master of the underworld, they are just children.

Although the chest and the base of the legs quickly turned into muddy flesh and blood in the fierce battle, the spirit of the Great Commander of the Blood River is more and more vigorous - one by one - as long as it is not injured to the vital point, Nwenlink does not care to pay a necessary price, for this, it even does not hesitate to contribute its left arm, so that Wenger's breath condenses into a huge stone pillar.

Maybe if it goes on like this, Nairwinlink can defeat this legendary dragon with the most secure bloodletting tactics, but in that case, it is undoubtedly unlikely that the results will be immediate, when the scum father and son soldiers are wreaking havoc everywhere, Nevenlink, who has a wide range of perspectives, has begun to sense the slightest bit of badness, whether it is the Grand Duke of Ribok or the Twin Star Wolf Envoy, they are all the favorite generals under the Commander of the Blood River, and the "Atrophing Eye Demon Lord" is the master of the underworld newly summoned by it, and it is also an endangered cherished underworld beast, even if it is such a strong subordinate, I can't resist the encirclement and suppression of the other party. It can be seen the intensity of the fighting.

When the "Blaze" began to appear, the Bloodriver Archon Nevinlink could no longer bear it, and he chose to stand up and no longer try to hold back. The enemy's ability to strike quickly makes it feel like a knife.

The hand-to-hand combat power of the underworld is surpass that of the underworld, and he is actually a master of magic.

Although its level of magic is still far from that of Ingridebour, the first lord of the Soul River, and the second lord of the Bone River, Ricka Yadunbu, this distance is relative to the other two lords-one-Don't forget, the underworld is the recognized top of the food chain of the major dimensional worlds.

Proficient in the four lines of magic, Neverink, almost without thinking, chanted a spell that had long been lost in the underworld.

The tiny and soft notes of the trickle, like the dancing girl's tapping tipes, twisted and repeated from its throat into the windy air, and it seemed strange that the chant of the Grand Commander of the Blood River sounded like a symphony orchestra's multiple performances, and at each moment there were several ancient incantations that lingered in the air. The layers are awe-inspiring.

The elemental tides begin a restless restlessness, and this restlessness does not affect the senses, but the soul itself.

The obscure arcane voice is like a clarion call on an ancient battlefield. Through the long and long history of the distant and long, scattered above the pure sky of the Aegean.

Except for the words of Wenger, which were close at hand, these spells were so secret that they were almost inaudible to others.

With his own performance, Nevenlinker showed that it wasn't just as big as it was when he chanted a spell. In fact, whether it is hand-to-hand combat or magic, the tension shown by the Great Commander of the Blood River can be described as dexterous and delicate as wearing an embroidery needle.

In this series of rapidly converging murmuring incantations, the originally fast-flowing hurricanes in the sky seemed to be infected with a different kind of omen. Dyprolo suddenly lost its original color, and the passage of time came to a slow and clear halt due to human causes.

Patches of cold frost flowers flickered in the sky, like a dream.

Like the sigh of death that can only be found in the land of silence, the ethereal and incomparably excited appeared.

Arsene Wenger's expression paled.

He was already aware of his own body, and began to lag heavily as the other man chanted.

This unnatural traction and restraint grows with the bloom of each scale.

The ancient dragon, with a keen sense of smell, guessed what this magic was almost immediately.

The legendary "Judgment of the King of the Deep Blue"! Death Double Aria!

This is a long-lost deep air blast technique, which uses the power of freezing gas to pull the air in the target's body, and performs a chain of punishment from the inside out!

But there is no internal blasting magic that is not a top-level attack magic!

According to the general magic level of the Aegean continent. "Deep Blue Verdict" belongs to the top of the pyramid of Mentor-level single attack spells! This is also equivalent to the fifth-order dragon's heads-up housekeeping trick!

The reason why Wenger was so shocked was not just because of the power of the "verdict of the King of the Navy".

The most powerful and peculiar part of this magic is that it can control the qi technique of the vocal cords, and in the same wave of chanting, use the double vibration of the vocal cords to synchronously complete the spell of two magic notes, one by one, which is the biggest reason why the "Judgment of the King of Deep Blue" has been lost for a long time, because if you want to release this magic, it is equivalent to having one more mouth than ordinary people!

How about calling it a double aria of death?

There is no doubt that compared to the strong ** technique of the same level, the "Judgment of the Deep Blue King" can complete the spell at twice the speed, that is to say, no matter what magic Wenger chants, it can no longer catch up with the speed of the spell holding of Nwenlink!

Thinking about it with his knees, the reason why Nevenleink dared to do this was clearly because he was sure that within the time of holding the spell, Wenger could not rely on close hand-to-hand combat or magic attacks to interrupt its chanting one by one - in the battle just now, the Great Commander of the Blood River had fully understood the opponent's hard combat strength, and for this, it was unlikely that any experienced master would fail to make a mistake in estimating.

The ability to break the defense of the single attack spells of the mentor level is unparalleled, and the "Judgment of the Deep Blue King" is even more of the best, although Wenger has never tried to resist such a powerful magic head-on, but from a theoretical point of view. With his earth demon resistance and body, as well as the earth-based protective magic "Hard Stone Barrier" that can be summoned within the specified time, it is estimated that it is still difficult to resist.

This is also the view of Neverneck.

In front of a multiple-choice question that seems to have no choice. Arsene Wenger, the legendary dragon, did not give in and did not run away.

A loud and obscure dragon language quickly sounded in the air, the discolored sky seemed to be reversed, the sunlight formed a dense circle of vortices, a vast rainbow was born, and after each musical scale, a brilliant crystal gem quietly condensed on the rainbow.

When the first spell was completed, Wenger's beak began to close.

He lunged forward, using his razor-sharp dragon horns, to chase down the lightly dodging Nevenlink.

Facing the indestructible, impermeable three-strand steel fork. The ancient dragon erupted with an indomitable ferocity.

It no longer spared its claws on contact with the opponent's weapons, even at the cost of flesh and blood.

Although Wenger had stopped chanting, the earth dragon scale in the air did not stop because of this.

Suddenly, loud and suddenly vigorous, the sound of holding the spell came out coherently. It's like pouring out of an auto-playing Devi crystal card.

After each brief pause in the scale spell, the rainbow bridge would be blurred by the reflection of an additional gemstone crystal.

"Song of the guide"!

This is the top-level fourth-order magic in the "Dragon Language Great Summoning Technique", and it is also a unique magic that can only be used once.

When the starting scale of the "Song of the Guide" is played. The special audio of the dragon language will resonate in a chain of resonances, and the next spell scale will be automatically born until the entire spell is completed.

The caster does not need to chant during this time. However, the caster can no longer chant to summon other spells.

It's a spell that can be done even if you die instantly, and it's the only special spell in the known world that can't be interrupted.

The "Song of Guidance" summons a high-level natural dragon that lives in the dragon realm: the Castle Lion.

This lineage natural dragon is also a dragon clan that does not exist in the Aegean continent, also known as the gem dragon.

Wenger did not choose to cowardly escape, nor did he choose to gamble with the incomparably powerful protective magic of earth magic, he chose to die a glorious battle without hesitation, and at the same time lead to a new life.

A powerful otherworldly dragon will take his place against Nairnink.

And the top-notch spell "Judgment of the Deep Blue King", which was twice as fast as the chant, immediately became overshadowed in front of the "Song of the Guide".

If the time goes back another 2,000 years, Nevinlink's attempt to bully Wenger's old age and decrepit health may not work. But today's Blood River Commander has undoubtedly taken advantage of this.

As it swung its three-strand steel fork to resist Wenger's last wave of attacks, a crystal clear ice lotus bloomed brilliantly from under Wenger's body, and the delicate freezing air quickly seeped into the ancient dragon's body like water vapor after the oven was opened.

The white trail that began to spread from the scales instantly covered Wenger's body like a chain net.

After the white light that spread across the sky shone over a large area, the ancient dragon Wenger became history.

Completely icy and transparent, he became a hollow ice sculpture, and his internal organs were shattered into particles of dust in the air explosion.

At this time, Ichijo's "Tieguanyin Danqing Fire" just happened to rub the image of the two heads of demon hunting on the tiger lying stone for less than a moment.

The great summoning of the dragon language is still lonely in the air, and the golden rainbow bridge is still condensing the gems one by one.

Covered in scars and blood, Nerwin soared down from the sky as swift as a meteor, first with a thunderous and domineering voice, and then with the lightness and dexterity of a dragonfly, silently overriding the high-spirited Ichijo.

The master of the underworld stared at all the Aegean powerhouses with his own eyes that looked at all things without flinching.

The sea of flames and the forest of candleheads, tumbling and rolling on the ground, swayed in fear before its shattering might.

Nevenlinkk slammed the three steel forks in the giant claw sideways, and all the beasts immediately left their opponents aside and gathered around him.

The Aegean dragon did not block or entangle, and one by one it gave way very gentlemanly.

After all, this is a contest on the same level, not a bully of a lame mortal, no matter how much fearless courage and battle ** were accumulated in his chest earlier, the fight is almost exhausted by now.

There were less than twenty of them left, and the Aegean dragons probably had about forty left.

So far in the fighting, the ratio of numbers between the two sides has shown to be different.

"Boolean, ah, one! Even the cocktail two-color flame came out. The tenth prince, Wentai Claire, gave a sour thumbs up to Ichijo.

Any form of cocktail magic is more or less upsetting the balance of magical order, and even the fusion of two superior flames of different nature in fire magic means an incomparably terrifying achievement, which cannot but be envied and envied.

"In the future, you will be responsible for the screens at home, and get the remains of a super-level underworld beast to be extended on it, hehe, that's not an ordinary drag." Liu Zhenzhen carried the battle axe, one eye squinted at Nairwin Ink, and the other eye was aimed at the one who couldn't cry or laugh.

"Humble creatures! Since the strength is close, don't use the kind of sneak attacks and group fights that damage the identity of the strong! The Great Commander of the Blood River shook his three-strand steel fork and shot out a blue flame arrow: "Come and fight me!" ”

"Crawler!" Liu Zhenzhen hid behind Ichijo, and with the help of the flame immunity of the Fire Avoidance Dragon Ball, he split the tile-blue "Flame Flow Arrow" shot by the Blood River Commander into two halves: "You must be an idiot!" Now that I'm more than human, you're giving me a reason not to fight? ”

"Speaking of numbers, have you forgotten that we have two other leaders in the underworld?" Nevinjink laughed back: "Do you think that my two brothers can't come to Aegean? ”

"You think you're the only one who can blow the whistle?" Liu Zhenzhen sneered, pulled out his bone joint treasure box, and said in a low voice: "Come here for me, now there is a Taiping fist!" ”

As if in response to Lao Liu's call, the "Great Rift in Time and Space" across the basin valley roared, and a large group of menacing super-level powerhouses jumped out of it.

It is a group of two-headed dragons with two monstrous dragon heads and bony winged helmets, large bodies, boundless wingspans, and a slight azure blue color in the pitch black.

Leading the way among them were six handsome men and women with Zorro-style masks and sawed horn stakes on their heads.

The elemental tides in the space were quickly coated with a thick layer of blood, and this powerful force revealed the dragon's breath that anyone was familiar with, evil and surging.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

After the demon dragon was confused, it suddenly seemed like a great enemy, because a large group of Aegean dragons were gathering here, and no matter how you look at it, it looks like an ambush.

When the Aegean dragon saw who it was, his scalp exploded.

The Summer Palace Guards and the foreign aid masters rolled their eyes wildly.

"Day" Liu Zhenzhen completely numbed his paws.

The most tragic and angry is the Blood River Commander Newynlink, damn, actually ambushed such a large group of dragons, really I am muddy?