The dragon spirit's footsteps were fast and fast, and the bald head on the opposite side also rushed very fiercely, and the two of them touched each other's heads together, and shouted at the same time, each holding a murder weapon to attack each other.

"Ho!" The javelin in the dragon spirit's hand was longer, and it stabbed the bald head in the abdomen first.

The bald head also reacted very quickly, the stone hammer in his left hand swung the head of the gun, and the stone hammer in his right hand smashed diagonally from the outer ring, going straight to the temple of the dragon spirit.

The dragon spirit bowed, the stone hammer the size of a rugby ball grazed his ears with a strong wind, and his bald head move was old, and he took advantage of the situation to rush into the other party's arms.

With a 'poof', the sharp flint knife plunged into the bald man's ribs.

"Ahh The light head snorted, bent down, and the two stone hammers fell to the ground, and his hands circled to hold the dragon spirit.

The dragon spirit didn't have a second chance to make a knife, and when he drew the knife, he twisted it hard, trying to aggravate the injury as much as possible, but the knife was broken.

"Rub! You drop the chain for me at a critical time! ”

"The stone tool is really a cheat!" Annoyed, he threw the hilt of his knife, lowered his head, dodged the bald arm, and slipped under his armpit.

There happened to be a sheng fan who arrived in the back, chopping with a stone axe, and the dragon spirit stepped on a cushion, grabbed in front of him, and stabbed him with a javelin.

"Uh-uh."

Na Shengban threw the stone axe, his hands clenched the wooden pole on his chest, blood foaming in his mouth, and an inexplicable sound came out of his throat, as if he couldn't believe that he had been killed so easily.

"Hah!"

"Yikes!"

At the same time, the two nearest students on the side came from left and right.

One stabbed the dragon spirit in the neck with a short spear, and the other held a long-handled stone hammer, but instead of smashing it, he chose the fastest way to attack, smashing the dragon spirit into the head with a hammer.

Long Jing sent the javelin forward with his left hand, flashed behind the winning bidder Shengfan in one step, bent his knees, and kicked on Shengfan's buttocks. When Ikuban threw himself forward, he grabbed the javelin with his right hand and pulled it out, pulling the bloody javelin out of Ikuban's body.

The two pincers couldn't react, and a spear with a spear pierced the neck of that Shengfan, and then smashed another hammer into the corner of the eye, and suddenly blood spurted, and the balls of eyes like ping-pong balls flew out.

Pity this life, being brutalized by three men with three weapons, and the dead can't die anymore.

"Bloody dog!" The dragon spirit screamed, and pushed the blood on the javelin forward hard, and threw a handful of blood right on the face of the last raw fan.

That Shengfan was drenched in the face, and he still rushed over with his eyes closed, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat, and he couldn't breathe immediately, so he fell down in a circle while holding his neck.

The dragon spirit smashed Na Shengfan's throat with a punch, and he didn't look back, and rushed towards the boulder altar without stopping.

The two Shengfan, who had accidentally injured their companions, hurriedly turned around and chased after them, and the bald head also pressed the wound with his hand, picked up a stone hammer, and grinned at it.

Seeing that the dragon spirit broke through the interception, the shengban in the altar was confused, and a bald head and four shengban jumped out again. They did not rush up to fight, but stood at the door of the altar and waited for it.

The dragon spirit saw that the rest of the Shengfan had already lifted the stone and was moving to the side, and his heart was anxious, but he also knew that he couldn't rush up like this.

After all, he had no special training in killing, and his combat experience was limited, so he couldn't give full play to the strength of this formidable body. The front is hard to dry, and it can play four or five elite students, which is already the limit, and no matter how much it is, it will definitely hang up.

The reason why he was able to take a big advantage in the battle just now was because he caught the opponent off guard with unexpected speed. If you are surrounded by many people and can't give full play to your speed advantage, you will definitely die a miserable death.

Therefore, he must not stop, but he can't run like this, maybe he can kill more people in the run, but it is to no avail, and he can't stop the other party at all.

Looking back, Tianpeng was still playing heavyweight wrestling with monitor lizards, both of which were meat shields with thick blood and high defense, and they would definitely not be able to tell the winner in a few hours, and they couldn't be relied on.

Look at the four small bamboo baskets on the pig's back, the lid is wide open, and the winged fire snake is missing.

"Did the four guys arrive?"

His eyes glanced around, and soon he saw a few fluctuations in the grass moving forward rapidly, and he measured the distance again, and had a plan in his mind.

The dragon spirit immediately turned a corner, ran a few meters away from the barricade, and headed towards the side of the altar.

This huge stone altar is full of gaps, and it can be entered from any direction, and the bald head at the door thought that he was going to go around to the side and enter the house, so he didn't care about blocking the door, and hurriedly led people to chase after him.

The two groups of Shengfan joined together, followed the dragon spirit, and chased around the altar.

The dragon spirit whistled while running, cheering and shouting, and made gestures to direct the winged fire snake to move, and the students were confused.

Finally ran to the predetermined place, he suddenly stood still, stuck the javelin at his side, put on an unconscious posture, and looked at the rushing Shengfan and sneered.

The students were all stunned, and a sudden brake stopped a few steps away, all panting and looking at each other.

"I'm a wizard from the Ryuze Tribe, and what I'm best at is fire witchcraft!"

The dragon spirit smiled, stretched out a hand in his palm as if holding something, and said, "You filthy cannibals, you dare to summon the evil demon gods, today I will release the heavenly fire, let the flames burn you all!" ”

The students probably understood what he said, and their faces changed.

They had just seen the fire breathing on the carapace pig, and they thought it was the strange pig's ability, but now after listening to the words of the human in front of them, they realized that it should be the witchcraft cast by this person.

The natives were in awe of witchcraft, and they had seen it with their own eyes, and they did not dare to believe it, but they were all vigilant, and only two bald heads looked around in disbelief.

They soon noticed a few long snakes hiding in the surrounding grass, but they didn't care, and all their attention was on the stiff-faced tribal human.

"Hey, hey, hey, let you taste the heavenly fire."

The dragon spirit smiled cruelly, his face turned cold, and he roared hoarsely: "Fire!" ”

"Whew! Call! Call! Call! ”

Four blazing pillars of fire suddenly appeared on the grass, located in exactly four directions, and all the raw flowers were enveloped in flames at once.

"Ahh

The eight cannibals screamed as they were burned, jumping and beating the flames on their bodies, running around with their heads down, trying to escape from the fire area.

This terrifying scene, the dragon spirit was also frightened to watch, and tried his best to endure the discomfort in his heart, gritting his teeth to control the winged fire snake. With a shout, his arm moved, and four pillars of fire shot left and right, and none of them were burned one by one.

The fire lasted for five or six seconds, and it wasn't until the raw fans were burned black that he ordered the Winged Fire Serpent to stop breathing fire. Regardless of the wailing and wailing on the ground, he hurriedly ran to the boulder altar with four fiery snakes.

It's still a step too late, and there's no one left in the altar anymore!

"They're going down!"

The dragon spirit felt the strength in his body disappear at once, and he was extremely depressed.

After being stunned for a long time, he wiped his face, cheered up, walked to the boulder altar to take a closer look, and saw a crack on the ground that was one meter wide and three meters long.

He crouched down in front of the crack and looked down cautiously, it was gray inside, and there seemed to be a thick fog, and nothing could be seen.

The dragon spirit lay down and groped inside, the stone walls were stained with water vapor and a thin layer of moss, and his hands were a little wet, and he could smell a trace of corruption.

"Do you want to chase it?" He hesitated for a moment, his expression hardening.

The dragon spirit walked out, took two weapons from the dead Shengfan, and instructed Tianpeng again.

Then he returned to the altar. Grabbing the hemp rope that the cannibal was tied to the stone, he slipped into the crack and slowly slid into the dark abyss.