After unleashing the Thunder Strike, the Storm Hammer in the dwarf's hand was thrown out and smashed into Lan Wen's back with the power of destruction at a thunderous speed. The void under the Storm Hammer seemed to be shattered.

This is also the most powerful supernatural power of the dwarf clan!

He wanted to use the force of this blow to stop Lan Wen from rushing towards the dragon knight.

On the other side, the spear in Jason's hand also bloomed with dazzling light power, and then holding the spear, his body suddenly slid out, and stabbed Lan Wen fiercely with the spear.

Both of these attacks were earth-shattering, and once used, they were enough to change the color of heaven and earth, attacking Lan Wen's back, forcing her to turn around or dodge.

But......

Lan Wen didn't even look at it, still holding the silver spear and continuing to stab forward without hesitation,

"Boom!"

The Storm Hammer slammed into Lan Wen's back.

The tip of the spearman's spear also pierced Lan Wen's back.

Then the energy exploded, and the resulting light and shadow drowned Lan Wen.

While countless people were staring at this scene, Lan Wen's body still rushed out from the explosive energy frenzy, and the silver spear stabbed fiercely at the dragon knight.

"&%¥......" Suddenly, the mouths of the dragon knight and the golden dragon suddenly made an inexplicable sound, very charming, but with the taste of vicissitudes, as if from an ancient language, re-emerging from the dust, and singing in this world.

"Dragon magic!" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

In the legend of the Light Camp, before the birth of the people of the heavenly kingdom, the most powerful race was the dragon.

At that time, the dragons conquered the sea, the earth and the sky, and they were not only physically powerful, but also used magic to the fullest, whether it was the use of power or the actual combat of magic, far surpassing other creatures.

However, this ability cannot be replicated.

Because, this magic has to be sung in the ancient language of the dragon race, which is difficult to understand, and because of the different natural structures of living things, the dragon's throat can produce sounds far beyond other creatures, and some difficult sounds cannot be imitated by other races.

The dragon clan is powerful and enjoys unique resources.

Later, the God of Light loved the people of Heaven and ordered the dragon clan to select geniuses to serve as dragon knights.

However, how powerful and proud the dragon clan is, how can they be willing to act as the mount of the human race? To let them choose and approve is an extremely difficult thing in itself, so in the kingdom of heaven, the probability of the appearance of a dragon knight is very rare, and every dragon knight is very powerful and admired by hundreds of millions of people.

Only a very small number of lucky people can be selected by the dragon clan to become the lucky ones and sign a contract between humans and dragons.

Once the contract is signed, people and dragons can communicate with each other, and the people of the heavenly kingdom can exert the power that originally belonged to the dragons, and they can also share the long life of the dragons.

The fact that they can share their lifespan is enough to make many dragons refuse, and no dragon is willing to share their lives with the lowly birdmen.

Therefore, every dragon knight is the darling of the world, the most dazzling genius, and only in this way can the dragon family believe that he can be promoted to a god, and only then can he be willing to share his life with him.

At this moment, the ancient dragon language resounded in the void, and a powerful and mysterious power took shape in front of the dragon knight, causing the void to distort.

Of course, if it's just magic, even if it's the magic of the dragon clan, I'm afraid I won't have the confidence to resist Lan Wen's blow.

As the dragon's magic continued to sound, a drop of golden blood spit out from the dragon's mouth, and then flew in front of Lan Wen, and then quickly became larger, turning into a golden claw, and slapped down on Lan Wen.

This grasp tore through the void, revealing an extremely domineering and incredible power.

No less than the blow of the Yechen Black Excalibur.

It is equivalent to the full force of a powerful being between the lower god and the middle god.

"Dragon's blood! This must be the blood of a mid-rank god master. Someone called in a low voice.

This is also one of the secret methods of the dragon clan, you can use the blood essence of the master of the clan to perform a powerful blow belonging to the gods.

In this blood, there is the martial arts mark and powerful power of the dragon master. This kind of blood is so precious that it would take hundreds of years for the original owner to give birth to a drop.

Therefore, there will not be too much in the hands of the dragon knight, and it will only be used to save lives in the most critical times.

Under Lan Wen's fierce silver spear, Grote finally couldn't help but show it......

"Boom!"

The golden claws fell, and the void appeared like a mirror with countless dense cracks, but they quickly repaired themselves.

Lan Wen's body was slapped out violently.

Behind Lan Wen, the dwarf prince grabbed the void and held the storm hammer that had just hit Lan Wen and flew back upside down, the streamer at this moment had not yet dissipated, and the storm suddenly saw a black in front of him, and a black shadow smashed towards him.

This is Lan Wen's back.

Lan Wen's back smashed on the dwarf prince's chest, and the dwarf prince only felt a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spit out, and then his eyes widened, and he looked at Lan Wen's back against himself incredibly, smashing it into the lake below.

In the process, the dwarven prince was severely wounded.

You must know that the dwarven clan believes in the god of craftsmen, which is the strongest caster in the Three Realms, and there are countless artifacts created by him, and many high-ranking gods have become his guests, allowing him to build weapons for himself, and even some low-strength high-ranking gods are not qualified to ask for the god of craftsmen.

The dwarven clan who believe in the god of craftsmen naturally has a very strong casting ability.

At this moment, the storm was wearing the armor that the skilled craftsmen of the dwarven clan had personally forged for him, and it could be said that even an ordinary blow from the gods could not break his armor.

But now, although the armor was not broken, it was also slightly dented into it, and the force of the shock just now caused the storm to suffer a heavy blow.

Then, Storm found that Lan Wen, who was clinging to his armor, suddenly turned around, and through Lan Wen's mask up close, Storm saw a pair of eyes that turned all beings upside down.

The next moment, the silver spear in Lan Wen's hand suddenly disappeared, and Lan Wen waved her fist and smashed it into the dwarf prince's head.

The current dwarf prince has bluff hands, although he holds the storm hammer, it is difficult to use the storm hammer to attack Lan Wen in his arms, not to mention, he is seriously injured, his qi and blood are unstable for a while, and it is difficult to regain his strength in the shortest possible time.

"Why are you ......" the storm sounded in horror.

Lan Wen, just wearing a cloth coat.

He used his body to smash the armor of the dwarf prince and deformed, and the body where she collided with the armor seemed to have nothing to do, and she was able to raise her fist vigorously, and the strength in her body was still terrifying.

"No!" Storm's eyes suddenly widened wide, and he looked at the pink fist that suddenly fell with a look of horror......

(End of chapter)