The two orcs were in complete chaos.

At the moment when the clansmen such as Kazu, Wind, and Night rushed out of the spirit array, the battle between the two sides began completely.

In the air, when he was about to rush into the wave of fire, a dark blue spirit shield suddenly flew out of the fire, and the spirit cover instantly enveloped his huge body, and then forcibly flew back to the defensive spirit array with him.

At the same time, Han Shuang's figure also rushed out from the wave of fire, this time the speed was countless times faster than before, and the blue water spirit shrouded in the air, leaving a long tail of light in the air.

She deliberately stopped in the fire wave to let her guard down and take her by surprise, but she didn't expect it to backfire, so that the clansmen rushed out of the spirit array to fight because they were worried about her.

The speed of her sword's flight was pushed to the extreme, and in a few breaths, she flew in front of Yu, and at this time, Yuji also made a counterattack.

He was still spewing flames with his mouth wide open, but Han Shuang didn't confront him head-on this time, and with a sharp turn, a blade of light instantly threw out of his hand.

Each blade is not large, but there are many of them.

Hundreds of golden blades of light all slashed towards Yu's left wing, and this time her attack was so fierce that Yu's had no time to react.

Hundreds of blades of light slashed at his wings in unison, and after a metallic collision, more than a dozen broke through his hard feathers and inserted them into his flesh.

The flame in his tiger's mouth was suddenly extinguished, and then his wings flapped and he was about to slap Han Shuang away.

This time, Han Shuang finally got close, how could he give up easily, and when he turned around and dodged, Han Shuang's hand then released a golden chain, which directly wrapped around his wings.

As soon as the chain wrapped around his wings, he hurriedly flapped his wings to try to break free, and the other end of the chain was thrown around in the struggle, and Han Shuang, who was holding the chain, also rippled back and forth with his unstable body.

Don't miss the opportunity, and never miss it.

Seeing this, he swung his front paws and scratched at Han Shuang's swaying body fiercely.

His tiger claws led the wind, and the cold claws reflected the cold light.

If this claw is hit by Han Shuang, the skin will be broken and the bones will be broken, and the body will be divided on the spot.

Han Shuang's body was unstable, and in the rippling waves, she saw the claw attacking, and when the situation was urgent, she grabbed the flying sword and slashed at the claw.

The aura can only hurt its fur when it hits the body, but the place where the flying sword passes is as sharp as clay.

The seemingly indestructible tiger claws were directly shaved off with the tiger claws under the flying sword.

This sudden situation surprised Han Shuang, and there was no imaginary scene of strong impact and sparks, only no resistance like a knife cutting tofu.

The effect of this sword was also too unexpected.

When she was surprised by the sharpness of the flying sword, the tiger roared in pain.

Her four younger brothers even flew into the sky and surrounded her when she shaved her tiger palms.

At this moment, she also tasted the sweetness of a sword success, and with the help of the shaking of the sword when she flew wildly, she directly swung on the wings of the dragon.

She had learned the hardness of her body, and her shallow aura attack alone could only hurt the fur, but the flying sword could ignore this defense and easily slash the opponent's claws.

The flying sword is the key to her victory.

Grabbing the silver-white feathers on her wings, she stabbed her sword mercilessly at the wings beneath her.

The moment she swung her sword, the four silver-winged tigers surrounding her immediately widened their eyes angrily, and roared and shouted, "Female, you dare." ”

As their menacing sound was a clay of iron, the left wing was sliced off smoothly as blood sprayed.

The moment the wings were cut off, Han Shuang flashed and stepped on the flying sword and lifted into the air, and the severed wings fell straight to the ground.

The speed of the flying sword cut was so fast and easy that it took two seconds before the pain was felt.

At this moment, his face was twisted in pain, and his right wing was flapping even more frantically.

Losing one of his wings, no matter how hard he tried his right wing, could not change the fact that he had fallen.