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With a whirl, a tail the size of a bucket swept over the ground, and Javida didn't have time to continue to unleash her attack into the mist, and immediately flew backwards, and the beasts swarmed up, leaving Javida in an endless bitter battle. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Several vice presidents of the Santis Academy, as well as the mentors, are also in a difficult situation, the tribal guardians are obviously desperate, this kind of wave of all-out tactics has no room to speak of, if they can hold on, victory will beckon to them, of course, if they can't hold on, then everything is over.

The balance of victory is gradually tilting towards the tribal side, at this moment, there was a sudden stirring in the rear of the tribal warriors, Sigrena brandished the ice contract, and Lindsay and the two rushed into the camp of the tribal coalition army, the high-end combat power of the tribal side was all besieging Javida and others in front, where could these ordinary warriors on the side withstand the might of the two, like chopping melons and vegetables, they were put down by Sigrena and Lindsay in an instant.

The Marquis of Sain, Agrisin, and Kunir followed, and the small battle formation of five men ran straight through the camp of the Horde coalition like a giant bulldozer, a pure, irresistible crush, leaving a wide passage and stumps and broken arms all over the ground.

On the side of Sigrena and the others, Dio's figure drew a series of afterimages in the air, almost at the same time as the wind blade he unleashed, crashing into the enemy formation, and suddenly splashed with blood in the sky, the extreme warrior faced a group of tribal warriors who were only at the highest level of light, and could only be described in one word, slaughter!

Dio flickered in the crowd as if he had entered a no-man's land, and the derivative secret technique played its greatest role here, every wind blade shot out, and the light and shadow that burst out could knock down several or even a dozen tribal warriors, but after learning the lesson of the last time, Dio was not in a hurry to join the war group on the side of Dean Yavida, and the people who were fighting there were all strong men at the level of martial arts, and once there was an accident, they had to be distracted by others to take care of themselves, which could only play the opposite role.

With the exception of Dio and Sigrena, Gordon arrived much faster than the others, and with the Roaring Beast, his fighting style became even more ferocious, as if it were a moving fortress, and each flame slash would turn into a piece of fire, and the sound of the explosion was like rolling thunder. There was the one who was slightly stronger, who was not killed by Gordon's blow, but was blasted away by the roaring beast that rushed over immediately, and his death was even more miserable.

The tribal warriors on the flanks were suddenly in disarray, and the offensive slowed down. The Guardians who were besieging Javida at the front of the battlefield had their sights set on their leader, and even the most stupid people could tell that it was time to decide life and death.

The middle-aged man looked at Yavida and the others in the battle group with hatred, as long as he was given some more time, he was confident that he would kill Yavida here, but at the moment there was absolutely no such possibility, should he divide some men to block the reinforcements, or continue to attack regardless of it? or...... Lead the army to retreat for the time being?

The middle-aged man blamed the loss of this war on the dead Ben and Igna, and if that side could win, victory would be within reach for him, and now, the situation was rapidly developing against him.

"Let's go!" The middle-aged man turned around and strode out of the battlefield, the other guardians followed closely behind him, and dozens of fierce beasts gradually left the battlefield and chased after their masters.

Yavida's heart was suddenly relieved, I have to say that the guardians plus their natal demon beasts, the combat power has indeed reached a terrifying level, fortunately, she and Metina and the others all have the source force battle armor, otherwise it is impossible to hold on until now.

Looking at the retreating Guardians, Javida didn't chase them, in fact she wouldn't have any effect if she caught up, it was already a matter of common sense that she had been fighting with the tribes for so long, and if you didn't manage to take down a Guardian in a head-on battle, then you should never try to chase them, because that would only bring danger to yourself.

The danger here does not refer to the guardians themselves, but to their natal demon beasts, these fierce beasts that are good at hiding their bodies, and they may come out of the corner at any time to launch a fatal blow, which is really unguardable.

It is precisely because of this that the middle-aged man dared to launch the last wave of offensive even though he knew that Sigrena's reinforcements were about to arrive here, and it was good to be able to kill Yavida, even if they couldn't, they could leave here calmly.

The middle-aged man's tactics were not wrong, but unfortunately, they were used at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

Before the Guardians could go far, they suddenly noticed an old man with a clear face appearing in the clearing in front of them, and they were surprised that it was still empty, and none of them could see how the old man appeared.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, although the old man in front of him was just standing there quietly, looking harmless to humans and animals. But for some reason, he had some heart palpitations inexplicably, a feeling that had never appeared in the face of Javida.

"Since you're here, don't go, stay here. Vasily said lightly, with a majesty that could not be disobeyed.

The middle-aged man and the clansmen looked at each other, and they all felt a little ridiculous, who did this old man think he was? Leave the whole guardian clan here? I'm afraid that the holy warrior Tis would not dare to say such a thing when he was reborn, right?

"Kill!" The middle-aged man only hesitated slightly, and then gave a brief order, no matter how strong this person's strength is, he alone cannot be the opponent of his side.

With the voice of the middle-aged man, the beasts pounced one after another, perhaps thinking that this was a sure thing, and a few guardians also rushed forward with a cruel smile, the loss of this war had made them very depressed, just to vent this old man who didn't know whether to live or die.

In the next moment, something unexpected happened to the Guardians.

A green light flashed suddenly, and the world around them seemed to freeze for a moment before it moved again, whether it was the various fierce beasts rushing forward with their bloody mouths wide open, or the few hideous-looking guardians, all of them seemed to have been drained of all their strength, and they fell to the ground softly, and after a few seconds, blood gushed out from the section of their bodies.

They, and them, were all cut in two in a fleeting flash of green.

Vasily looked at the other party lightly, he didn't care about the enemy's feelings, and he wouldn't be proud and proud of the fact that he had eliminated some ants with a wave of his hand, and when he saw a lot of blood, his heart would be ruthless, and he would be indifferent to many things if he had been afraid of him, or respected him, or if he slandered him, or praised him.

"Who are you?!" the middle-aged man was taken aback, and the muscles in his cheeks trembled uncontrollably.

"You have to die. Vasily said softly.

In the past, when he walked the world, fought bloody battlefields, and was happy to take revenge, he never thought that when he reached certain stages, life was calculated in terms of 'days', and every morning, he would feel that his body was weaker than yesterday, so he was afraid, afraid that he would not be able to survive the day when Dio's wings were full, and therefore, he had to calculate the time bit by bit, and sweep away all the enemies when he still had the strength.

The first step is to destroy the tribe, so that the Academy of Santis will remember his Vasily's helping grace, and in the future, this favor will eventually fall on Theo's head, and the second step is to point the sword at the duke of Fiji, to be honest, if it weren't for the unruly son-in-law of the Grand Duke of Fiji to come to find trouble, he would not take the initiative to provoke a grand duke, now after all, it is not the past, his strength has declined greatly, but when the crisis comes, Vasily will never regret it, nor will he think about what if, he will never give up, it is his life principle.

The third step is to rectify the Grand Duke, find a way to make Sophia the legitimate successor, Sigrena and Lindsay of Santis Academy, their character is not bad, reliable, although Marquis Sain is ambitious, but he is very self-aware and knows how to measure, and there should be no repetition, unless it is Dio who threatens the rights and interests of Marquis of Sain.

Vasily was not worried about Marquis of Sain, because Dio still had Donn, Spike, and Steven on his side, and if he divided his little energy, maybe Don and the other three would be able to go further.

However, every time he calculates these things in the dark, Vasily can't help but smile self-deprecatingly, when he was young, he traveled and adventured for his ideals, when he was at his peak, he forgot to die for the hegemony of the Emperor of the Army, facing one fierce opponent after another, and now, for a young man who was originally a stranger, in his life, it seems that he has never lived for himself.

Are there some regrets? There are some ...... However, if Dio can mature and kill the person who made him suffer and end the hatred that he will never forget, he will have no regrets, no regrets.

It can also be said that he is not only helping Dio by doing this, but also by himself!

Dio's talent is the only one he has ever seen in his life, not only surpassing him Vasily, but also surpassing that person, Vasily firmly believes that if Dio is given enough time and enough opportunities to hone, he is fully qualified to become his pride, although at that time, he may not be able to see, but he can close his eyes with peace of mind, because Dio is very affectionate, and will never forget his entrustment.

"I still have a lot of things to do. Vasily whispered: "Come on, let me see how much difference you have from your twin clothes." ”

(To be continued)