"Moan."

Feel the hot pain coming from your back.

Jin Long was furious.

The anger in his eyes seemed to burn through the sky.

A breath of prestige.

Rising from it.

"Damn hybrids."

It cursed under its breath.

The mouth spits out the most powerful and sunny flames, flying in the air.

The space was burned by the flames.

Make a creaking sound.

Like the next moment!

The world is like it's going to be destroyed, and it's terrifying.

A huge dragon head, swaying in the wind.

The flames are like out-of-control children.

Indiscriminately attacks black dragons, ink dragons, and blood dragons that form triangles.

Some of the flames are out of control.

Burn to the soldiers who have come back to their senses.

Fire, not an invisible momentum, or the aftermath of battle.

Even if Xiang Yu, Ran Min, and Li Cunxiao, the three gods want to resist, but they can't do anything.

When the flames fall into the military formation.

I heard a terrible scream.

The next moment.

Piles of ash appeared on the ground.

After a gentle breeze.

The phalanx of soldiers who have turned to ashes.

Go with the wind.

That's exactly what I said.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return.

"Your Majesty, withdraw your troops!"

When Wei Yu saw his own soldiers, who had suffered heavy casualties, he couldn't bear it and persuaded in a low voice.

Battles between national fortunes.

It's not for them mortals to participate.

Even if they are third-order soldiers!

can't escape the shackles of the word "fan".

"War drums, stop!"

Ying Zheng saw countless Great Qin Erlang.

Between the national fortune and the national fortune, it turned into flying ashes.

Shaking his head helplessly, he followed Wei Yu's advice and motioned to the war drummer to stop beating the drums.

Da Qin Erlang.

It should not be cannon fodder between national fortunes and national fortunes.

"No."

The master in charge of beating the drums of war.

Hearing His Majesty's order from the Emperor, he immediately stopped his movements and held back the tears in his eyes.

Just now.

Because he beat the drum to motivate his comrades to move forward.

And this has left thousands of comrades dead on the battlefield and shattered to pieces.

Stopped with the sound of drums resounding across the battlefield.

Fearful soldiers are born in their hearts.

Like a tide!

Quickly retreated from the battlefield.

There was fear and cowardice in his eyes.

The soldiers of the other two countries also retreated.

There is something mentally deranged.

First it was covered by a rain of powerful bed crossbow arrows.

Then there is the terrifying dragon power and dragon flame.

They didn't go crazy on the spot!

You can already see their iron-blooded hearts.

"Great Qin!"

A black dragon that represents the slaughter.

See the menacing dragon flames.

Two words came out of the dragon's mouth.

Open your mouth.

Showing sharp fangs.

Dodge the oncoming dragon flames and pounce on the majestic golden dragon.

"Kill."

The blood-colored dragon of the Sui Dynasty.

The dragon's eyes flashed with crazy killing intent.

Scenes rose behind him.

It was a scene of rivers of blood and millions of corpses.

Countless ghosts are roaring.

The whole world.

It's as if you're stuck in an endless killing battlefield.

"Elegant."

Two words came out of the mouth of the inky dragon.

Behind him, a map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains appeared.

Tearing through the sky covered in bloody images, it shows the prosperity and peak of the Song Dynasty.

"Boom!"

Three true dragons of national fortune are rolling in the sky.

The white clouds were torn apart.

The speed was so fast that only the afterimage could be seen, and it rushed towards the "crazy" golden dragon.

With the attack of the three national fortune real dragons.

The sun is obscured.

Terrifying thunder resounded across the Shenzhou Continent.

Heaven and earth trembled over it.

An unparalleled sonic boom that resounded for hundreds of miles.

Liu Hong, Li Shimin, and Zhu Di who led the army to retreat.

I saw the sky rolling and roaring in the distance.

The giant dragon that tore apart the sky couldn't help but show despair.

Thereinto.

Li Shimin regretted it the most.

Just now.

He felt that his national fortunes in the Tang Dynasty had been cut by about two percent.

If he guessed correctly.

My fourth brother!

It has fallen to the battlefield.

Otherwise.

His national fortune of the Tang Dynasty.

can compete with the black national fortune real dragon.

Only one sentence echoed in my heart.

If you know today, why bother in the first place.