The lawn at his feet had been trampled countless times, scorched by the falling lava, and the fresh grass that should have enjoyed a beautiful day of sunshine on such a morning was now crushed and scorched, suffering the same fate as the coalition forces.

"Whew-"

The panting sound is terrifying, and its owner comes from the world's government general, the toothfish, Mu Jieliang. He crawled out of the lava lake and stood limply on the ground. As the only warrior to have crossed the ranks to defeat the Red Armorers, he had proven his strength, but now, he wanted to keep fighting.

In the past two hours, he has defeated two red-armored people, one defeated by heads-up, and the other was killed on the premise of sacrificing 100 people. When he saw the heroic sacrifice of the coalition forces to defeat the enemy, he couldn't help but be filled with righteous indignation, so now, he will continue to fight. As long as you don't die, you can fight!

Turning to look at the crimson magma, Mu Jieliang raised his arm, spread his palm, and muttered:

"Magma Dragon King!"

He spoke weakly, but the magma was still changing rapidly under his control.

The crimson lake was abruptly drained, and they came together into a crimson behemoth. It was as if they were being kneaded by a large hand, and they were quickly shaped into a giant dragon. The dragon's lava turned dark red, as if it had cooled into rock, and in the cracks of the rock were hot blood-like molten lava.

"Roar—"

The dragon groaned, then lowered its probe, touched Mu Jieliang's palm, like a well-behaved puppy, and put his forehead into his master's palm. The dragon was 100 meters long, and Mu Jieliang, who was 2.05 meters tall, was very small in comparison. But this picture is very domineering!

"Get ready to attack, we'll give you a chance!"

Wangshu and Kunwu, who had rushed out, had a loud voice, and Mu Jieliang heard it and said solemnly:

"Yes!"

Standing at the head of the dragon, as it escaped gravity and soared through the air, Mu Jieliang was able to see the battlefield from above.

At this time, every few seconds on the battlefield, a warrior fell, and under the dragon, Hou Hao, the legendary horse corpse of the Gade Army, had died at this time!

Then, in the direction where the dragon went, Mu Jieliang saw "Sky Eagle" Zimir and "Ten Wounded Fists" Erfan. They are the most powerful lieutenant generals in the world's government, and they were also leaders. Immediately, hundreds of warriors died under the power of the Star God Cluster of the Red Armor Warriors, so Zimir, whose strength was almost exhausted, chose to explode the stars.

The Black Wing on his back had been damaged in the previous battle, but it was now intact again. Then, Zimir rushed into the sky, and the mist released turned into two powerful heroic moves beside him. Ying Zhao spread his wings and fell from high in the sky, but was pierced by the beam of the Star Cluster pierced by the steel cone in the hand of the red-armored man.

When the Ying move dissipated, Zimir, who was carrying thousands of black feathers, flew down, gritted his teeth, and shot at the red-armored man with anger on his face. But the latter blocked the black feather shot at the head with one arm on top of his head, and as for his body, it didn't matter if it was riddled with holes.

Boom!

The Red Armor Man's feet were covered with black feathers, and the power of them caused the ground to sink, but the Red Armor Man who shook off the fog grabbed Zimir, who was about to attack, and pressed him to the ground.

"Ahem!"

His throat was choked, and Zimir immediately felt a little deprived of oxygen, but he still kept calm, and with a move of his arm, the black feather inserted in the ground rolled up in his arm, and then stabbed at the red-armored man. But his speed was still too slow compared to the red-armored man, and before he could stab out, the strength of the red-armored man's hand increased, causing his neck bone to shatter.

His face was sideways, and even if Zimir hadn't lost his breath, it was almost the same.

Swish!

The steel cone in his hand threw out a thousand meters of qi waves, which were sharp, like swords, and killed the hundred people who had already been seriously injured. But when they had already exploded and fell, there was still a person behind them. They had turned into a human wall to move forward, just to bring the man behind them closer to the red-armored warrior.

This is Zhang Jianyi's face, her short hair fluttering, very handsome, she exhales white breath from her mouth, and all the power of the star star cluster is precipitated in her cracked fists.

"Ten Wound Fists - Ten Paths of Saint Might!"

Erfan has cultivated ten wounds in this life, which is divided into ten ways: one straight fist, which can hurt the skin, two ways of stubborn rock, can break stones, three ways of mistakes, can break tendons, four ways of winning teeth, can crack bones, five ways of great ape, can open mountains, six ways of collapse, can dig roads and break steel, seven ways of dragon breath, can extend the wounds of thousands of people, eight ways of light, can defend the justice of the heart, nine ways of divine anger, can imitate the gods, ten ways of holy power, can be domineering and kill gods!

At this time, the aura of the Ten Paths of Divine Power was not released, but was completely contained in Erfan's right fist. She slammed her fist into the red-armored man's face, a seemingly insignificant punch, but it squeezed the air into the air, and as for the red-armored man's head, it had disappeared into ashes.

"Ahem!"

With a loud bang, a hurricane erupted in all directions, and Erfan pulled out the steel cone inserted into his abdomen, and his skin cracked. At this moment, his already cracked fists were like two blood balls, blurred.

"Still, fight again!"

Erfan gasped and glanced at Zimir not far away, since this guy is so dead, it's really embarrassing. At least, she's going to punch again!

The next moment, Erfan headed for the other red-armored man.

She yelled to make way for her, and the Battlemaster unleashed a pillar of power from the Star Cluster, blocking the waves of sharp energy swept by the steel cone. And at the moment when Irfan approached the Red Armor Man, her body was impaled by the Red Armor Man's arm. Erfan's fast-moving body immediately froze in place, she originally wanted to punch, but now her body was out of control, so she could only hang her arms and walk onto the Yellow Spring Road.

"There's not much power left, fix it, and leave the rest to the toothfish!"

Wangshu said, Kunwu nodded.

"Go!"

The blades of their swords flew out and pinned the red-armored man to the ground.

"Stay away!"

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and then, the sword bodies of the stone sword and the end of the night rain trembled, and when their bodies left, they left behind the afterimage of the power of the star god star cluster, and continued to control the red armor man. The afterimage split into thousands, piercing the body of the red-armored man, leaving dozens of holes.

Buzz –

When the blade shook, Kungo and Wangshu held it back in their hands. And their movements made Wangshu and Kunwu divert their gaze. I saw that there were two swords in the stone and the shadow of the sword at the end of the night rain above the head of the red-armored man, and they kept spinning, trying to break the shield outside the red-armored man's skin, but they couldn't break it.

"Toothfish, quick!"

Wangshu shouted to the sky, and then, the arm of the red-armored man jerked up, breaking the restraints.

"It's coming!"

When the red-armored man only had three sword shadows left on his legs, the magma dragon king above his head let out a long roar. In the midst of the roar, Mu Jieliang, who was standing above it, rushed down with it.

When he was only five meters away from the Red Armor, the latter broke free of his restraints, but the magma was already pressing on him, making it difficult for him to move. The magma is like a great river, it is difficult to disconnect, and it is instantly poured towards the Red Armor and swallows it. In it, Mu Jieliang holds the dragon's gam and pierces its head.

So far in the battle, his mission has been completed!

Mu Jieliang lay in the magma and fell into a coma, this is his last strength, the rest depends on the others!

Beyond the magma, the wind blew the people, and only increased some weariness. The warriors were all tired at this time, looking at the cooling magma in a daze, and one of them asked:

"Solved?"

"Hmm! let's go to the next one!"

When Wangshu spoke, although these warriors followed, their footsteps staggered and looked haggard.

"Everyone's mental state is getting worse and worse. ”

"There's no way, there are still a few last few red armorers, they must all be wiped out. ”

Kungo looked at the battlefield and tried his best to perceive it.

"There are only ten left, and there are only three thousand of our people left. ”

"Let's do it quickly, maybe there's still time to adjust. ”

Looking at the sky, Wangshu was a little confused at this time, but he couldn't show it. He really wanted to know the state of Beichen Xihe's battle with Draculapeng, but they couldn't interfere in the battle in the sky at all.

On the battlefield, the last 3,000 battle divisions gathered together and shot at the ten red-armored men. The more you get to the end, the bigger the gap between the Red Armor and the Coalition Army.

When the coalition was killed and wounded, the twelve three-star god powerhouses played a major role, although they kept their killing moves, they also took out the rest of their hole cards.

At forty-five minutes after the third hour of the battle, the third world broadcast began.

Under this broadcast, the soldiers of the main battlefield sat on the ground to rest. Whether they wanted to listen to it or not, Li Lulu's voice came from the parrot communicator around them, because they were tired, so they could only hear a rough idea, but the content was enough for them to be anxious.

“...... There are currently 4,000 black-armored warriors left in the first battlefield, and there are still 200,000 troops left in the total number of coalition forces, but within fifteen minutes, their battle should be difficult to end......"

"There are still 4,000 black-armored warriors in the second battlefield unresolved, and the total number of coalition troops is about 180,000, and their battle has entered a long and fierce final stage......

“...... The battle in the third battlefield was the fastest, with only 3,000 black-armored warriors left, and the total number of coalition troops was about 400,000. Their battle, which deviated from the previous estimate, will be over in half an hour......"

"The battle in the Navy is over, and the fighters are on their way to the main battlefield...... The battle on the main battlefield has come to an end, and the coalition forces are stronger than expected, and now, a hundred red-armored warriors have been defeated, and the number of survivors on our side is 2,400. The soldiers are tired, but they are not slackening, but they are adjusting, they know very well that Draculapong in the sky is the target of this battle, and only by destroying it will this war really stop!"

Xing Zeyuan listened to this broadcast, his heart was complicated, the battle on the other three battlefields has not stopped, that is to say, the sacrifice will continue.

Xing Zeyuan withdrew from the state of rest, and when he saw the corpse of the red-armored man lying in front of him, a nameless fire was born in his heart. He kicked it a kilometer away, then woke up the young ghost.

"Xiaoxing, how's it going?"

"The battle here is over, the naval forces are coming, and the fighting in the other three theaters is estimated to be completely over in an hour. ”

"It's been a long battle!"

When Youyou spoke, her brows were furrowed, and she felt distressed. Yes, they fought and hid, but the battle was not yet in its most intense.

"It's going to be over. ”

Xing Zeyuan hugged Youyou and looked at the sky, what would be the result of their battle?

The stench of blood and earth filled the air, and the smell of crushed grass and woods was obscured. Dozens of kilometers away, Qian Ling woke up Fan Ao and Duan Qin and prepared to leave. They had rested for nearly an hour, and had regained some strength to fight even if they came to the main battlefield, so it was time for them to go.

Qian Ling turned into a three-meter-long blackbird, and although his breath was stable, Fan Ao still asked:

"I used to have to rest for about a week, but now it's really okay for a while?"

"Don't worry, your man's strength is much stronger than before. ”

When Duan Qin smiled, he took Fan Ao's hand and jumped on the bird's back. Qian Ling carried the two of them away without making a sound, but many people on the battlefield cast their eyes at him, and Qin Yuntian naturally was among them.

"Qin'er, be careful!"