Rumble!

The fireball that fell from the sky fell to the center of the Ghost Dragon and the Ghost Team, hitting the second half of the Ghost Dragon's body.

The power of the dragon is the nemesis of the ghosts, and as long as they get a little dip, they can completely kill the ghosts.

When the lower half of the dragon's body was set on fire, it was doomed to not survive.

And the other ghosts are all dying when they are touched, and they are scared to disperse if they can't touch them.

The silver fire dragon entered the soul and luckily beat the ghost dragon and the ghost team to half-crippled.

Fireballs set fire to the parched earth, and the blazing dragon flames leaped and could not be extinguished.

The remaining wraiths were dispelled by the dragon flames, and the threat was greatly reduced.

Teucer is already happy with the result.

Although the number of survivors is small, as long as you have an obsidian weapon in hand, you can at least survive.

With a big slap of his hand, the silver fire dragon let out a high-pitched groan, and its wide fleshy wings struggled to incite, climbing back into the air, chasing the other two dragons away.

Teucer didn't seem to take into account the possibility that the survivors below might have obsidian weapons, and being able to come down and spit dragon fire was already the limit of what he could do.

"What's going on? Didn't he come to save us?"

Several lowered their waving arms and looked disappointed.

Mo Hangton, who is a police officer, can understand the intention of the dragon knight a little bit in his heart, smiled slightly bitterly, and explained: "Maybe they are passing by." ”

Wang Chao said coldly: "It can only be explained like this. ”

There was a hint of undisguised regret in his eyes.

The dragon flame was still burning, as if it was going to burn all evil.

The remaining aliens bypassed the burning area of the dragon flame and re-rounded the ruins, which discouraged the Chosen One who wanted to turn back.

No matter how you look at it, these strange ghosts don't look like they are easy to mess with, and even if there are no strange dragons, most people are still afraid of unknown dangers.

The dyed young man's face was cloudy, he struggled for a moment, and said gloomily: "Go, follow the direction where the dragon knight left, don't stay here and wait for death." ”

The four people they had just met looked at each other and followed the dyed young man away.

When the first person leaves, more people will follow.

This is a herd mentality that stems from biological instincts.

Clark had a chance to escape, and although he didn't want to leave, he also knew that staying here would only be a burden.

He quickly threw himself on the ground and grabbed an unconscious boy who was only seventeen or eighteen years old and carried it on his shoulder.

"I'll go first, take care. ”

He could only use this method to lighten the burden on the other two.

"Okay, thank you. ”

Mohalter did not complain, nor did he resent, because his conscience could not compel him to ask an innocent man to accompany him to uphold his convictions as a police officer.

"What about you? aren't you leaving?"

The fellow Caucasian companions left one by one, and even Clark couldn't resist the fear in his heart.

But the face is the dynasty of the yellow race, but it is silent, and it has always stood by his side, like a hard rock.

Mohanton was moved.

Wang Chao shook his head, his face cold: "I just want to try my fist, I don't mean anything else." ”

"This..."

Mohalterton looked sluggish.

"Protect them yourself. ”

Wang Chao casually kicked a few feet and picked the five people who had not yet woken up to a corner, with walls on both sides, forming a safe corner.

Mohendon only needs to hold on to the third side to hold out until these five people wake up.

"I..."

Mohendon still didn't react.

"It's coming. ”

Wang Chao prompted, spread his feet, sank his waist, raised his fist, and his eyes were full of cold silence.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or a fate, but the number of remnants of the wraiths that were crippled was about the same as the chosen ones present.

Bypassing the area where the dragon flames were raging, a strange ghost who seemed to have some identity screamed loudly, and most of the strange ghosts chased in the direction where everyone fled.

Only one wraith remained in place.

Perhaps, in the eyes of this strange ghost, two ordinary people plus five unconscious humans could not be its opponents.

"Here's your chance. ”

Mohanton's eyes lit up, and his face was beaming.

He stayed with fearless conviction and was mentally prepared to sacrifice.

Unexpectedly, things turned around, and most of the strangers chased after the other chosen ones, leaving only one stranger to be in charge of the aftermath.

Under the great joy, Mohanton's IQ did not drop, and he still maintained a cautious attitude.

"There's only one, and we're together..."

"No, I don't. ”

The dynasty moved.

A little under his feet, a cloud of mud and dust exploded in an instant, and Wang Dynasty appeared in front of the strange ghost like lightning, and his right fist was raised, and it was a punch down at the head of the strange ghost.

Bang!

The strange ghost didn't even react, and was directly blasted away by the king's punch, and his entire body was like a bullet shot backwards, smashing into an abandoned wall, kicking up a cloud of dust.

“... Above. ”

Mo Hangton was dumbfounded, and subconsciously finished speaking.

It seems like... I don't need him anymore.

Wang Chao frowned and looked at his fist.

"Strange. ”

"What's so strange? Didn't you kill that monster yet?"

Mohampton's lowered heart regained his gaze and looked nervously at the ruins.

Wang Chao shook his head: "It doesn't feel right." ”

Mohendon breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's normal to feel wrong, that's not a person, if you play the feel, it's called weird. ”

The dynasty ignored Mohanton's explanation and said to himself, "I shouldn't be dead." ”

As if to confirm his words, the collapsed ruins moved, and the strange spirit pushed away the rocks that had fallen on him, and stood up in embarrassment.

The ghost's face was deeply sunken, his eyes, nose, and mouth were all shattered, and a clear fist mark was revealed in the center of his face.

If you were an ordinary person, if you took the punch of the dynasty, you would have turned into a rotten watermelon a long time ago, and you could still stand up.

However, the strange ghost in front of him not only stood up, but also recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A trace of black mist emanated from the injured area of the eye, nose and mouth, and even the broken eyeballs were growing.

"Trouble, what a terrible recovery. ”

Mohendon was stunned.

In the Western countries, he has seen countless heretics, and he has seen many heretics with healing powers, but none of those heretics can be recovered when their heads are smashed into watermelons.

The skull is not the point!

So what should I do?

Mo Hangton's face was ugly, because his recovery ability was strong, which meant that his physical strength also recovered quickly, and fighting a war of attrition was death.

"Simple. ”

The dynasty was concise and to the point.

"Simple?"

He was extremely focused in the fight, so focused that it was difficult for Mohendon to communicate with him.

"If you can't solve the enemy with one punch, then use a second punch. ”

Boom!

The dynasty vanished again, this time quicker, harder, more explosive, his fists approaching the limits of the sound barrier, whining through the air.

One punch!

Right in the wraith's chest.

The idea of the dynasty is very simple - it is useless to hit the head, then hit the body.

What if you have armor, if you are completely blown up, can you still refresh and be reborn?

At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Mohendon watched as the dynasty threw its fist, which was neither too big nor too small, and slammed it onto the wraith's breastplate.

The breastplate was deformed in a visible posture, and the fist was deeply immersed in it, and the impact marks formed around the armor, and the bursting fist force spread throughout the body.

If the first punch of the dynasty is a fist of cohesion.

Then the second punch is a burst punch.

Boom!

Following the direction of the king's fist, the ghost's body exploded suddenly, and the twisted armor was mixed with black flesh and blood, like a fountain pouring out.