"Get out!" Muriya glanced at the three soul-level werewolves, "For the sake of you not abandoning this dragon, I'll spare your lives." ”

The three-headed soul-level werewolf of "......" was silent, did not respond, and his body also did not move, and he had no intention of retreating at all.

Below, the werewolf continued to hand its claws to the Demon Sword, but the Demon Sword had its own spirituality, the sword body trembled slightly, and the thunder and flames that burst out on it became more and more intense, so that the werewolf's claws, which were already only bones, began to crack. It didn't allow anyone other than Muria to hold the hilt of its sword, not the slightest.

"It seems that I still have to teach you a lesson!" Muriya sighed lightly, her body shone with spiritual light, and the huge dragon body quickly shrank and changed, turning into a black-haired golden-eyed human boy with a height of only about one and a half meters.

"However, I won't bully you either!" Muria, who had transformed into a human form, stretched out his hand to grasp it, and a halberd with a golden dragon flame encircling the wind and thunder, the shaft was pitch black, and the gilded halberd blade appeared in his hand. Muria's first exclusive weapon, the Halberd of Hell.

"As long as you can take my blow. ”

"After taking your attack, can you let us take the Red Dragon Outlets away?" a soul werewolf asked in a deep voice as he looked at the halberd in Muria's hand with fear.

"Yes, if you survive. Muria smiled, and then, compared to the werewolf's body that was more than four meters tall, the figure that was quite short at this time disappeared in place in an instant.

Then, Muria's figure appeared above the head of a vigilant soul werewolf, holding a halberd in one hand, and slashed down immediately, without hindrance, like a hob cutting butter, cutting off the wolf claws of the soul werewolf with gauntlets.

Then, the crescent-shaped halberd blade sank into the werewolf's right shoulder and slashed out diagonally from the left abdomen, and black and red blood spilled into the sky, and the werewolf's body was split into two pieces by Muria's halberd and fell from the sky.

"It's too weak. Muria disappeared again, and then, two screams rang out in turn, and the three soul-level werewolves, too late to resist, were cut into cripples by him without touching Muria, lying on the ground wailing, and breathing.

Even if he takes human form, Muria's physique at this time is still above these werewolves, coupled with the almost invincible edge of the Hell's Halberd made of legendary metal, so no one can resist Muria's blow.

"You can lie down on the side, too. Muria lunged at the back of the Red Dragon Outlet and kicked a pair of claws that had been burned by the lightning fire to burst the werewolf's jaws, and with a piercing sound of bone cracking, he kicked it into the air.

Before it could react in any way, Muria swung his Hell-Calming Halberd, slicing it in two, along with a pair of claws.

A scream of pain rang out, and the soul werewolf with only an intact head and half a chest lay on the ground, gasping for air, flesh and blood wriggling at his horrific wounds, trying to grow back.

However, every time it grows, it is destroyed by the golden thunder and dragon flame attached to the wound, which is the remnant of the power left by Muria's attack, suppressing and even aggravating the opponent's injuries.

The same is true for the other three werewolves, whose wounds cut by Muria are surrounded by lightning and fire to prevent them from recovering.

Soul-level creatures, even if they are tortured by the five horses, it doesn't matter, as long as they can connect those limbs, they can still grow up and recover again.

But in the case of the four-headed werewolf, with the remnants of Muria's power, there is no such naïve idea that you can grow up if you connect it.

"The result of not being able to measure myself!" Muria glanced indifferently at the four werewolves below, and then, with a high-pitched dragon roar, Muria once again transformed into a dragon form and flew towards the sky above Varianti.

He wasn't worried that the four Soul Werewolves would still be able to stand up and rescue the Red Dragon. Being cut like this by him, half of a life is gone, and it is still a question whether the remaining half can support the erosion of them by his strength.

Today, it would be good if two of these four soul werewolves could survive, and even if they could survive, the strength level would definitely fall, and it would be considered a direct waste.

Because, except for not cutting off their heads, Muria basically didn't keep his hands, before, for the sake of their righteousness, he gave them a chance to escape, but unfortunately they didn't cherish it.

As an evil race that was naturally hostile to him, it was naturally impossible for Muria to talk about benevolence and righteousness. Well, the main thing is that Muria has little interest in them. He already has a pack of dragonized wolves.

Regarding camp antagonism, this kind of thing can't be forcibly distorted and deflected through acquired "education", under his hands, even if it is a five-colored dragon with an evil nature, he can only obediently be a good dragon.

"Sister Kaslana, this group of green dragons, it's better for me to deal with them!" Muria spread out her thick dragon wings covered with feathered dragon scales and flew towards the sky above Varianti, looking at the golden dragon path that was struggling to support under the siege of the seven soul-level green dragons.

"What are you kidding?" Seeing Muria's oppressive dragon shadow flying nearby, the extremely old green dragon turned his head to look at the place where he had just fought, and the red dragon, who was still arrogant just now and wanted to compete with her for a position, was pierced by a huge heavy sword at this time, lying on the ground motionless, looking as if he was dead.

"You killed the Red Dragon Outlets!" the old green dragon looked at Muria in horror.

Among the dragons, there is an unwritten rule, or unspoken rule. Dragons are forbidden to kill each other. Even if it is an evil dragon and a good dragon, they will basically not kill each other.

The dragon of the defeated side is generally imprisoned, expelled, and exiled against the dragon of the defeated side, and basically does not harm the opponent's life. This is a tacit understanding between dragons and dragons.

For example, the extremely old green dragon never wanted to kill the golden dragon Kaslana, although a large part of it was because she was afraid of being retaliated against by the golden dragon clan to which she belonged.

However, the main reason is that she wants to capture Kaslana alive and then ask the Golden Dragon Clan for ransom.

"No, it's still alive. Muria said lightly, Yao Jin Long Pupil looked at some gold-level green dragons who began to scatter to avoid him, and a trace of excitement appeared in his eyes, so many dragons, you can't let them go.

"Whew!" the extremely old green dragon breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Muria, who was already in front of the golden dragon Kaslana,

"Venerable Golden Dragon, how about we draw this battle? I will withdraw with my people. ”

"Let's go?" Muria glanced back at Kaslana, whose scales were broken and bleeding in many parts of the dragon's body, and turned her head to stare at the extremely old green dragon, "Beat my sister like this, and still want to leave?"