The farther you drive into the center of the continent, the more fierce the battle becomes, and to this day, the Nightmare has been driving for three days. The Nightmare was still sitting cross-legged in the wooden boat as usual, and suddenly, the wooden boat shook. The Nightmare vanished instantly.

"Click. "The red wooden boat of the Ink Nightmare was like broken ice when it was hit by the green energy that suddenly scattered from the sky, and it was directly paralyzed. Ink looked up, it turned out that several S-class elemental masters were fighting fiercely, and one of them seemed to have just broken through and participated in the battle before mastering the power of the elements.

Murree frowned, and then reluctantly continued to walk towards the Terrans.

"Hey, boy, are you looking for death, dare to come to our territory!" a bear-like voice rang out behind Murmare. Ink Nightmare looked back in displeasure, it turned out that he had come to the camp of the dragon clan, Ink Nightmare did not speak, turned back and walked east.

"Look for death!" the middle-aged dragon man roared, his black pupils turned the brown of the dragon clan, and then he spun and chased after the ink with a meteor hammer in his hand. The surrounding dragons didn't speak as if they were laughing, just sneered and looked at the two of them.

A cold glint flashed in the ink nightmare's eyes, he tilted his head slightly, and his right palm quickly slapped out, and a purple thunderbolt hand shadow went towards the dragon clan's strong man. The air around the strong man of the dragon clan was stagnant, and it turned out to be a second-class elemental master who would not release elements.

"Bang!"

The strong man was blackened by thunder and lightning, and a trace of red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and then he leaned back. Die.

After seeing the strength of the Ink Nightmare, the surrounding dragons began to whisper, and a young man walked towards the Ink Nightmare at this time, and said as he walked, "Is this brother from my dragon clan? Ink Nightmare's face was indifferent, and the golden dragon's breath suddenly erupted. Then he said slowly, "Can I go?"

The young man nodded, and then said to the people behind him: "Come on, prepare a ride for this brother!" After speaking, he smiled at Mo Wei and said, "Now that the God Clan and my clan are evenly matched on the battlefield, every elemental master is very important, our general said, as long as the elemental master of my dragon clan comes here, he will temporarily join the army." Ink Nightmare snorted coldly after hearing this, "What if I say no?" After speaking, the momentum directly overwhelmed the dragon youth.

But the young man of the dragon clan was unmoved, and dissolved the momentum of the ink nightmare lightly.

Ink Nightmare's pupils shrank, and there were almost no elemental fluctuations on this young man's body, so Ink Nightmare thought that this young man was also a mortal, or a second-class elemental master, but from the fact that he had dissolved his momentum oppression with an understatement just now, it could be seen that he was by no means a simple character. Ink Nightmare's spirit is highly tense, ready to use a retreat to escape.

Seeing that Murree was fully wary of himself, the young man just smiled lightly, and then his voice was still gentle, "I wonder if my brother can have a drink with me, and then go to the battlefield where the elemental master should be?" Murmur followed.

By the time the banquet was removed and Murreh came to the side of a white horse, it was getting late. Murree led the horse, leaped forward, and galloped away with the young man toward the battlefield.

The horses here are not much more noble than those ridden by mortals, and the speed is not a level, easily exceeding the speed of sound, and the horse that the ink is riding has the blood of a spirit beast, and the speed is naturally not a problem.

Murray followed the young man and the green horse he was riding closely, but he had already greeted the young woman's family in his heart, but he still rushed forward.

When he arrived at the dragon camp where the elemental master was, Murray was shocked, not because of the elemental master here, but because of ...... The dwellings here are too shabby.

The dignified elemental master, and there are so many elemental masters, there are dozens of people crowded into a grass house, and the ink nightmare feels like his lungs are about to explode. As if seeing the speechlessness and displeasure of the nightmare, the young man said: "No way, in wartime, for the sake of the clansmen behind us." There was a slight bleakness in his voice. Mo Wei frowned when he heard this, he always thought that the dragon clan on the Elemental Continent was invading, but he didn't expect that many dragon clans were also because they wanted to protect their relatives, their own clansmen, and the emperor clan, why not? All the sins are on the leaders of both sides, without strength, what are you.

Mo Wei sighed helplessly, and then asked the young man, "What are we going to do, go and kill the imperial clan now?" The young man once again returned to his usual aristocratic temperament, and said gently: "If you want to go now, you can do it, by the way, my name is Tu Ziqin." Mo Wei nodded, "It turns out that I am a descendant of the Dragon King of Jiaotu, I wonder when I will be able to leave here?"

Tu Ziqin thought slightly, "It should be another five or six days." Murree then asked, "Can't you leave early?"

"Who doesn't want to stop fighting now, but if we quit now, the clansmen behind us may be slaughtered, we are the core force of the Dragon Clan, if we can't even protect our own clansmen, what else are we going to do elemental?" Tu Ziqin's voice was sad and angry, and Mo Wei stopped talking. Although Momare is not a dragon, he is also a person who is affectionate and righteous to his brothers and lovers, and at the same time ruthless to his enemies, just killing people, even killing unarmed women and children.

Murre's voice trembled, "I'll go now." After saying that, he laughed as if he couldn't help it, and the laughter was rampant and crazy, and he laughed as he swept towards the battlefield. Tu Ziqin looked at the back of the ink in confusion and whispered to himself, "Stranger." ”

The murderous Ink Nightmare now has only one thought in his heart - kill! Kill all the people who bear me in the world, kill all the righteous and evil people in the world, kill and kill!

Shadow power, crazy and violent. Subtly change the ink nightmare.

"Roar, roar!!" Ink Nightmare's body was surrounded not only by black murderous aura, but also by the golden dragon's breath that was constantly flowing with light. One good and one evil, one yin and one yang.

The Dragon Imperial Warriors who were still fighting fiercely were all terrified when they heard this, and they began to tremble from the depths of their souls. The object of their trembling is the shadow of the Nightmare. The mysterious shadow power is unknown to no one on this continent, and there are only a few people who know each other in this universe.

Ink Nightmare is now dressed in military uniform, with a magic sword on his right hand, a dark green bracer on his left wrist, a full set of silver armor on his body, a silver battle helmet on his head, and a black and gold mist rising around him, and the elements fluctuate strongly. The people of the two armies fighting on the battlefield who saw the Nightmare subconsciously stayed away from the Nightmare, and this look was a murderous demon!

Murmur laughed as she walked to the center of the battle between the two armies.

"Bastard, is he our warrior?" Duanyang, the general of the dragon clan, asked loudly, but did not answer, only then did Duanyang breathe a sigh of relief and ordered: "It seems that he is a warrior of the imperial clan, and sent a team of white-robed eighteen cavalry we formed to surround and suppress him!"

On the Imperial Clan's side, a general of the Imperial Clan also saw the Ink Nightmare, and hurriedly issued a military order to let the white-robed eighteen horsemen go to kill the Ink Nightmare.

Thirty-six white-robed and eighteen horsemen rode war horses from the military camp of the imperial dragon clan to the battlefield, and eighteen horsemen could only exert their full strength on mounts.