The earth seemed to tremble violently at this moment, the blue wave-like sky set off huge waves, tumbling out of the muddy mud, the originally clear sky also became extremely dark at this moment, as if dusk was coming, and the towering icebergs were peeling off layer by layer, and the sharp ice fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a thick snow mist, and the cyan scales shimmered with glittering brilliance under the reflection of the snow, dazzling and extraordinary. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the peeling off of the ice in front of him, revealing his true appearance, the prominent dragon horns were also raised high in the ice and snow, and the spiral-like long horns were obliquely inserted into the dragon scales, like a sharp sword, stinging the gaze of the elf red moon, looking at the dragon that revealed its true face, the black girl evoked a grit that could not be suppressed, and the black aura emanated from her body, converging into an unparalleled wave of qi and rushing towards the head of the towering dragon.

The two huge breaths intertwined in the world in the mirror, collided, and let out bursts of roars, the black girl raised her messy long hair, and her purple jewel-like pupils burst out with a breathtaking brilliance, and then jumped high, bringing up huge waves that soared into the sky, and the stirred snowflakes fell one after another, hitting Mr. Warcraft's soft fur.

The soft meat pad began to move at high speed as the snowflakes fell, and Mr. Warcraft, who was carrying Isabella and Tatalie, turned into a purple phantom and rushed through the scattered snowflakes, closely following the back of the black girl, not that Mr. Warcraft was willing to follow behind an evil existence, mainly at the moment when the black girl left, the huge breath was pressed down like a mountain, without the black girl's block, Mr. Warcraft's solid bones clicked under this huge breath, and in the face of the revival of a dragon, even if it was only one of its heads that woke up, Mr. Warcraft could not resist, only following behind the black girl who can match the breath of the dragon can have a trace of vitality.

Mr. Warcraft was not the only one who discovered this, at least the wind chasers behind him dragged the pale elf red moon without the slightest fall, the huge and great aura of the dragon far exceeded their expectations, and now they were powerless in the face of a dragon's recovery, which was not only reflected outside, but also inside the Tower of Giants.

The shaking ground made Windranger struggle to stabilize his form, and as he looked at the falling walls around him, his anger at the Demon Spawn in front of him began to shift to the damned regent Yaoyue.

"Yaoyue!" really gritted his teeth, his beautiful face was seriously distorted, and he could no longer see a trace of elegance and nobility.

"It seems that Your Excellency the Lord Regent is still in that nature, Lord Windranger. The upper and lower jaws collided continuously, and the skeletal Razfil did not miss the slightest opportunity to strike the executioner.

Although they are not interested in the story between the two, Tina and Little Ellie still stand behind the skeleton Rashfair, in this situation, there is not much difference between a demon and an elf king, and compared to the elf king, this demon is obviously a little better to get along with.

"Dear human knights, I don't have the strength to protect you later. Sensing the actions of Tina and the others, the skeleton Rathfil drew the line very alertly.

"We don't need your protection, we have our own way. The disgusted little Ellie hugged the headless little ghost in her arms, opened her mouth dissatisfiedly, and her petite body turned slightly sideways, invisibly distancing herself from the unknown bone.

"Huh. I didn't expect the human magician to be so proud, the skeleton Rasfil pulled out a funny expression, although it is unknown why a skeleton has such a vivid expression, but Rasfil still clenched the broken sword in his hand, and two green flames instantly lit up in his eye sockets.

Thousands of years later, the sleeping soul fire was awakened again, and the broken sword in his hand was still sharp, but I don't know if the enemy in front of him is still as strong as it once was.

The soul fire shone brightly, completely angering the ancient Elf King Windranger, one by two, until seven moon blades surrounded the Windranger, and the anger gas in the body of the ever-cautious Elf King, and then turned into a moon blade enough to tear through time and space and pounced on this enemy and shame who should have died.

"Moon strings, full moon!" The seven moon blades that burst out suddenly burst out with an angry shout from the Windranger, and suddenly burst out with an incomparable moon-white light, and Tina and the others, who were behind the skeleton Rasfil, only saw a ray of light flashing in the dim sky, and then the piercing buzzing sound had already spread throughout the entire space, and the seven moon blades that flew from it easily tore apart the space, breaking the distance between them and the Windranger, and suddenly appeared in front of Tina and the others.

The moon-white light pierced Tina and Little Ellie's eyes like a pinprick in the eyes, but it couldn't shake the soul fire in the eyes of the skeleton Rathfil.

"It's been a long time, and it's still an old-fashioned move. The skeleton Razfil, who raised the broken sword, looked at the seven moon blades that tore through the space, and the soul fire swayed, as if it was extinguished in an instant, but this moment made the Windranger wait for thousands of years without results.

The broken sword swings in the air, different from the agility of Birmingham's swordsmanship, but the skeleton-like body of the skeleton of the skeleton is swinging with unimaginable weight, this swing, from top to bottom, shatters gold and stones, and shatters the earth.

The swinging of the broken sword splashed a heavy wave of air, blocking the sight of the Windranger, disrupting the flying moon blade, the sword momentum was not exhausted, the palm that waved and fell was actually raised again, and it rose up, and the splashed air wave had not yet dissipated, and another air wave had been set off from the bottom up, and the two air waves overlapped together, breaking out with a loud bang, and the double waves that exploded burst out with powerful qi and rushed towards the Windranger.

"Double, stacked waves. "Rustic and unpretentious, but it was unimaginably powerful, and the rushing waves of qi shattered the staggered corridors, bringing up black gravel, like sharp arrows that soared into the sky, wrapped in a thick murderous aura that enveloped the ancient elven king.

"What are you trying to do? The Windranger replied to Rustfair, the confrontation thousands of years ago had made them familiar with each other, and the elven king had to admit that the bastard in his mouth, the shame of the elf clan, and his achievements in the way of the sword were far higher than his own, and even the chanter Balzas, if it weren't for the identity of the demon descendant, she would have become the pride of the elf clan, but unfortunately, everything was not if, and even the goddess could not change what had happened.

Retreating and retreating, the white palm was raised, turning into a hand knife, looking at the rushing energy, slashing down, and the seven flying moon blades swung down with the wind ranger, converging into a huge full moon light blade to meet the rushing energy.

The two phases intersected, setting off the gravel in the sky, and the corridors of different sizes finally collapsed one after another, and the black space cracks also tore apart the smooth space with the intertwined force, the cracks were all over the place, the time and space were staggered, the gravel splashed, and the closed stone door finally opened at this moment, and the brilliant light rushed in, soaking the dim space.

Birds, maple forests, and familiar figures, the two spaces gradually overlap in the violent shaking, can't tell where they are, the beauty and the ruins are exchanged rapidly in the eyes of everyone, decay and the fragrance of flowers are constantly intertwined, like a slide flashing back in the eyes, until a brake-like sound, the exchange of scenery finally stopped, but at this moment everyone is no longer in the tower of giants.

The fierce wind and snow hit Birmingham's face that became flushed because of excessive force, the long sword pierced tightly into the ice under his feet, the wind whistled in his ears, the cyan scales flashed in his eyes, the ice and snow under his feet collapsed and slipped down little by little, and in the distance of his sight, there was a huge spiral standing up to the sky, and with the spiral going, a huge yellow vertical pupil became the only scenery in Birmingham's eyes.

The dragon's frost roared through the tumbling ocean, shattering Birmingham's eardrums, clenching his sword and hissing and screaming, and the heavens and the earth came to a halt at this moment, and the wind and snow stopped and froze in the air, as if everything had become a picture frozen forever with this long roar.

Where Birmingham could not be seen, dormant volcanoes erupted with scorching magma that encroached on mortal villages, orcs let go of their hammers and prostrate on the ground, dwarves extinguished their fires and left the gloomy caves, the demons of Betley fell silent and cowered, the mountains erupted in cheers, and the rivers rushed up, a long howl that resounded through the long-dormant skies, earth, and seas of the pancontinent.

"A sleeping dragon has been resurrected!" this signal sounded in the minds of all the pan-continental races, cheering, rejoicing, and singing, only for the Great Being had opened its eyes from the long years and announced its existence to the world.

"Simmel. Frona looked at the demon tide that had stopped attacking in surprise, and her ears were filled with a long and enchanting roar.

"The frost has awakened. Simmel's sickly face flushed, and despite his weak body, he stood up happily, his hands propped on the table in front of him, and the dense coughing was an unconcealable joy.