At the moment when the last word came out, Feng Xinzi's body had moved, and the pale golden streamer under the five fingers of his right hand that was suddenly spread out turned around, and the scorching flame instantly condensed in the palm of his hand, and then split into a dragon-shaped light flame that lingered on his arm.

In an instant, the high-pitched dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the fluctuations of majestic coercion shook the universe.

With a slap of the palm, the roaring flame dragon flew into the air, and the furious red flames burst together, and the locked blood figure had no time to dodge, and was swallowed by the raging flames glowing with pale golden light.

Rumble!

The dragon flame bombarded the earth, and the remnants of the tumbling red flame did not disperse, and it turned into an arc of flame waves that continued to spread and spread against the ground, and as the flame waves advanced, the roaring sea of fire became more violent, and under the scorching heat, countless undead armies were engulfed in flames, and the rotten dry bones were completely turned into ashes.

When the flame stopped, the scorched black traces were still left on the earth, and a trace of heat rose on the ground, a barren land, and it was also a re-separation of the collapsed defense line itself, and the human army and the undead faced each other from afar with this boundary, just like the Chu River and the Han realm.

As for the remnants of the undead creatures that had been fighting in the human army, they had already been wiped out by all the powerhouses brought by Feng Heng.

However, on the barren land where the scorching traces spread, there was still a figure standing, and the people of the blood clan who had previously hit Yu Wuchen were not killed under that blow, most of the purple-black cloak on his body was burned, and the long sword in his hand was also broken in half.

"Don't you underestimate the humans of the Southern Continent? So, what do you want to say now?"

When the words fell, Feng Xinzi had already come to the front of the blood clan, with a cold face.

"Elegant bloodline, such a failure will never be tolerated!"

The figure trembled suddenly, raised the broken sword in his hand and stabbed it fiercely towards Feng Xinzi's chest, and suddenly the sword roared, and the distorted spatial ripples condensed into a line of sharp piercing through the sky.

"The way you look now is not elegant at all. ”

Feng Xinzi smiled coldly, and with a flick of her left hand, the scorching power of the leap instantly shattered the sharp sword qi, and then she stroked her five fingers and pinched it fiercely, and the remaining half of the sword blade of the broken sword also turned into dust in response.

"What......"

Before he could finish a single exclamation, the people of the Blood Clan had already shut up. Of course, it wasn't that he wanted it to be, but that his throat was tightly locked by five slender fingers.

"The undead shouldn't have appeared. At least, it's not your home field during the day. ”

With the sound of bone cracking coming from Feng Xinzi's five fingers, the head of the blood clan hung down weakly, even if he could stay young forever in the form of an undead spirit, beyond the shackles of time, it was still impossible to resist such a fatal blow.

In the world, no life can be truly immortal.

The corpse of the Blood Clan fell to the ground, and the charred black dust soon fell again. In the distance, the army of the undead also stopped attacking, and for a moment it seemed that fear was also felt in their thoughtless minds.

With a faint sigh, Feng Xinzi looked up at the dense dark clouds rolling in the sky that gradually spread, the light was slowly dissipating, and the slightest sunlight could not penetrate and fall from the clouds, and there was no warmth on the ground, and the cold breeze under the darkness continued to roll and whistle.

This is true every time the army of the undead goes on a major offensive.

"Looks like they're ready to play the real hole cards. ”

Feng Heng snorted in a deep voice, and in the information he had obtained not long ago that had been exchanged for the lives of more than 100 people, he recorded the last moment of the fall of the Tianxun Empire. Tianxun himself has gathered dozens of domain-level powerhouses, wanting to keep the imperial capital and make a final desperate fight.

However, when the strange shadow clouds shrouded the sky over the entire city, countless hideous figures appeared, and the Tianxun Empire no longer had the strength to fight, and the withered hundreds of thousands of lives announced that the entire empire had become the territory of the undead.

"You say, this won't be our last battle, right?" Feng Xinzi smiled helplessly, and her ten fingers clenched subconsciously. If you want to talk about the last regret in her heart, I'm afraid that the only thing is not being able to see the last side of her son who is most concerned about her. And...... And him.

"Unless a miracle happens, I'm afraid I'm afraid I'll really have to hate here. Feng Heng also showed an obvious sense of uneasiness in his expression, and finally snorted coldly: "But it's not so easy to want my life." At the very least, the powerhouses of the undead clan will feel how powerful I am. ”

Rumble!

As if in response to his words, a dull loud bang fell from the sky, and then a huge figure tore through the clouds and descended, and at the moment when a faint ray of sunlight finally fell through the dark clouds, a pair of hideous bone wings spread out a thicker dark shadow, once again blocking the light before the darkness.

It was a shadow bone dragon with a body length of more than twenty meters, and the strange bones above and below its body were surrounded by pitch-black fog shadows, only the eyes were wide and the eyes were of a different color, such as the scarlet of blood, and the desire to kill.

One of the four royal families of the undead, the Nether Ghost Dragon.

And, there's more than one.

Like a sharp whistling sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh and blood, one after another huge figures broke through the clouds and descended, although compared to the original Nether Ghost Dragon, the more than ten figures behind were relatively smaller, but the aura that permeated it was also not to be underestimated, and the strength of each one was above the domain level.

With the wings of several Nether Ghost Dragons flapping together, the howling and violent wind poured and swirled, and the scarlet light in the blood eyes of the teams was magnificent, and through the layers of rolling cold whirlwind, it sprinkled even deeper cold trembling fluctuations on the earth.

The undead royal clan's ghostly ghost dragon's talent move, staring in despair.

True fears come from within, and they only lead and exacerbate.

Of course, it was a success.

At that moment, the last surging in the hearts of the nearly half human warriors below was quietly shattered, and the irrepressible deep chill surged into their hearts with fear, they threw down the blades in their hands, hugged their heads and screamed, and no longer had the will to make a final desperate fight.

When the defenses in the depths of the soul are shattered, the fear of death can no longer be countered by any will.

"This ......"

Feng Heng was moved, and suppressed the cold feeling surging in his heart as much as possible. No matter how things change around him, he only knows one thing, and he can't give in no matter what.

Otherwise, it is likely that the last flame of hope of humanity in the southern continent will also be extinguished in the wind.

"Damn, if we continue like this, we don't have to fight at all, we can't defeat our army!"

Feng Xinzi also drank it, looking at the army that had been waiting for him just now, and now he was in chaos, and his heart was shocked.

"So, get them all done before they happen!"

A voice suddenly sounded in the air, followed by two winged black shadows streaked across the sky, heading towards the Nether Ghost Dragons hovering in the distance.

The eagle's roar suddenly sounded, and the huge figure that was not inferior to the Nether Ghost Dragon suddenly pounced, and the sharp claws pierced through the faintly lingering defense, directly locking the opponent's bones and pulling it off, and the opponent's head raised in the instinctive struggle ushered in a fierce peck, and a little scarlet blood light was directly extinguished.

In an instant, a ghost dragon in the front was torn into countless broken bones, and the torn neck bone was also held in the scimitar-like beak by a huge demonic beast.

One of the Warcraft royal families, Golden-winged Kunpeng, Nangong Gorge.

The other Demonic Beast Giant Shadow behind him was Jin Xuan's Protector Emperor Beast, the Sky Splitting Golden Falcon.

And the Sky Splitting Golden Falcon was not idle, although he did not have the domineering strength of directly tearing apart the Netherworld Ghost Dragon like Nangong Xia, but he also grabbed one and fought with the other party, and the two fell into the sky together in the tumbling.

Suspended in mid-air, Nangong Gorge maintained the form of a demonic beast and glared angrily, his sharp gaze locked on the largest Nether Ghost Dragon. And as his turmoil appeared, the Nether Ghost Dragon could no longer exert its previous desperate gaze, and the cold fear rippling in the air slowly dissipated.

But at the same time, the army of the undead below also launched another surging offensive, and the troops rushing like a tide split apart again, and hundreds of taller figures broke through and rushed forward, and they turned out to be cavalry, even the horses and people were dressed in dark armor glowing with ghostly light, and their hands were all heavy slashing blades.

Although there were only a hundred horsemen, the surging momentum with which they stepped on the earth was even better than the army of 100,000 undead.

The undead royal family, the Dark Clan, is known for the Iron Cavalry Legion, and the strongest pioneer of the undead in the place where natural disasters spread!

The double attack on the open space and the ground are extremely ferocious, as if they are already announcing the fate of the resisters who can only drink and wither in the end. However, where can the flame of the will of resistance be extinguished directly in fear? Fear and oppression are also the catalysts for awakening the last bottom force.

"Do everything you can to block them!"

Feng Xinzi hissed and drank from the bottom, and rushed out before Feng Heng, the figure of Feizong was incomparably fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already hundreds of meters away, and it was already facing a dark iron rider who was sprinting at the front.

Call!

The giant axe fell, the wind howled, and with the help of the power of the war horse, this blow destroyed the withering and decaying.

However, Feng Xinzi didn't intend to fight head-on at all, and the sturdy figure stepped on the void and swooped down, and even soared directly above the opponent's falling battle axe, and then stepped down again, stepping heavily on the back of the axe blade, pressing it to the ground with an even more ferocious force.

The tomahawk cracked through the earth, and the power of the reflex from the long pole shook the knight of the Dark Clan directly into the air from his mount, and the fire on Feng Xinzi's claw-like five fingers leaped, and he grabbed right on the heavy armor on his chest.

Rumble!

The hard armor was shaped like a void, and the golden fire instantly pierced through the body, and then the claw-like streamer exploded, and the Dark Knight was instantly torn apart, and the remnants of the body were also reduced to ashes in the flames.

Obliterating the vanguard iron cavalry with one blow, Feng Xinzi also quickly took a breath, and there was a hint of paleness on her face. When she knew very well that there was no time to rest now, she grabbed her hand at the moment she fell to the ground, pulled the battle axe that had lost its owner up, and swept forward with all her strength, pulling out a thousand pounds!

Snort!

The three heavily armored warhorses were instantly cut in two, but the Dark Clan knight on the seat jumped up first, dancing their blades in mid-air together, and the two wolf tooth lances slashed and fell.

Ping!

Picking up the battle axe, Feng Xinzi's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, his arms trembled together, and blood slipped from his fingers that clenched the handle of the axe.

And the other party didn't give her time to breathe at all, and the attack of the third dark knight also fell with a bang, and the meniscus-shaped hideous sickle was like fangs, like a god of death.

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