"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. He counted them word by word, as cold as a judge's death sentence. In the scarlet eyes of the elves, they could already clearly see the seven winged men flying in the distant clouds. This distance is absolutely impossible to see with the naked eye of an ordinary human, no matter how good your eyesight is.

Shang Ling had warned his subordinates before that they must conceal their bodies when scouting, because the races with amazing eyesight were not only the Winged Terrans. But at this time, he was deeply shocked by the two energies in the sky that were completely different colors. Completely forgetting that the position of himself and his men has been exposed.

The elf on the roof of the carriage put the iron bow back on his back, his legs stiffened on the violently jolting carriage, and his hands quickly formed a seal, and he didn't know what kind of incantation was being chanted in his mouth.

The fiery Falling God Sword in the sky suddenly became ten times larger in size. Originally, in front of the fifty-meter-diameter Qingliu blasting projectile, the fire sword was pitiful, like a thin needle piercing a pond. But now, the fire sword has been transformed, and it is even competing with this giant water ball.

The others who approached the elven carriage may not have heard the spell in his mouth clearly, but the last Continental sentence was unusually clear. "You're too much of a nuisance. Let's die!. It was not up to these people to taste the meaning of this sentence, they consciously looked at the sky.

The cloud beast began to roar, and the humming noise rang out again. The face in the dark clouds, the expression changed again, and the "smile" at this moment has disappeared. Its high-grade magic green stream blast bomb can also carry out push and pull with the flame sword at first. But no matter how much energy it injected and how much force it exerted, it could never completely overwhelm the fire sword. The collision between energies like this is the strength of the caster himself, and techniques such as "high and low attributes are important", but strength and strength determine the direction of all duels. After the Fallen God Sword increased in size, slowly, the Qingliu Blasting Bullet was pushed back to the Cloud Beast's side little by little.

The cloud beast's buzzing roar sounded impatient. And the people on the ground actually sounded the sound of cheering for the elven men. At this time, he is really a savior-like existence. Not only the bloody students, but also many instructors have joined the ranks.

When the elven man heard this, he dismissed it. Snorted coldly and shouted, "Broken!"

The huge Falling God Sword emitted a dazzling light, firmly holding the Qingliu Blasting Bullet with a diameter of fifty meters, so that the Cloud Beast could no longer push the water ball in the slightest, and then the Divine Sword began to fly towards the Cloud Beast with this huge water ball, and the speed became faster and faster.

The Cloud Beast watched its magic get closer and closer, and it finally felt fear, as it understood the terrible consequences of the bomb being pushed back. After resisting in vain, it found that Excalibur and the water balloon were still flying so fast. "Buzz !!"

The voice was almost sad and desperate, and the cloud beast finally recognized it and wanted to run for its life, but it was too late. That huge body wants to melt again, don't even think about it in a short time!

First of all, the Qingliu Blaster hit the Cloud Beast's "face" straight into it. The sound was loud and earth-shattering, and the shape of the water spread was exactly the same as the amplitude of the blast wave. This high-level magic exploded completely on the "face", and the dark clouds in the sky were suddenly swept away. The people on the ground felt like it was raining, and the thick water vapor instantly filled the air. In the sky, the huge impact caused the wind to blow. The seven winged men, along with the clouds, were blown away far away. Not only were they blinded by the splash of water, they lost their balance for a moment, and they couldn't control their wings, so they could only let the strong wind blow.

Then came the explosion of the Fallen Sword. After being blown up by its own magic, the cloud beast's face had become mutilated, and there were no more dark clouds flying to replenish the transformation. The Fallen God Sword stabbed into the broken face, and there was no violent explosion, only flames that spread around the contours of the face. The face composed of clouds actually burned directly. In an instant, in the center of the cloudy sky, a huge fire suddenly appeared, shining like a light in the darkness.

The cloud beast's humming sound grew weaker and weaker, and it wasn't until the moment its face burned out that the noise completely disappeared. The sky was suddenly very quiet! In just a few breaths, the dark clouds that obscured the sky disappeared. The whole prairie is as quiet and peaceful as if the sky has sunny.

Watching the sunlight appear again, the tired horses finally stopped. The revelry of the aftermath of the catastrophe resounded on the grassland, "Wow!" The young students threw their weapons into the sky to express their inner joy.

White clouds, blue sky, water vapor, rainbow. Is this really the grassland that the cloud beast has just attacked? Countless people took a big breath, it turned out that life and death were really not far away. It's great to be alive! Seeing this, Chief Shuizhi threw away his staff, threw his head back, and suddenly collapsed on top of Lee's carriage. For him, the threat of cloud beasts was gone, and it would be great to get a few hours of sleep now.

"Old man Shuizhi, are you dead?" Karl shouted as he shook Shuizhi. "Little bunny, let me sleep. Hearing Shui Zhi's gentle reprimand, everyone smiled. Many carriages stopped on the spot, including the white-robed instructor, and they all wanted to take a break and thank the elven student with great strength by the way. So, after taking care of the injured and prostrated students, some of the people who were still able to move got out of the car and went to look for the carriage that the elves were riding.

But they couldn't find it. Because the carriage didn't stop, but ran straight into the Phantom Beast Forest. The man with the iron bow on the roof of the car, his red eyes had faded. He looked up at Lee's car, to be precise, at Mizuji. The elven man muttered to himself, "I don't want you to get in the way!" and then a take-off and landing got into the carriage.

The carriage of the elves slowly disappeared from everyone's field of vision. Since you don't want to accept thanks, forget it. What this group of people need most at the moment is to rest, no one will ride a horse alone and catch up with the carriage of the elves, say thank you for saving me and then run back. In the attack of the cloud beast, the scattered convoy, looking at the signal scroll sent by the white-robed mentor, also slowly gathered back. The carriages that ran away, after seeing the cloud beast being killed, returned to the team alive again, and all of them had tears in their eyes. The medical staff on the bus are busy now.

It's too flat on the ground, but it's not so good in the sky!

Due to their proximity to the explosion point, the Seven Winged Men were greatly affected by the explosion. They didn't believe that the magic of the Cloud Beast was so powerful, nor did they believe that anyone could kill the Cloud Beast. After the first round of explosions subsided, Chaos did everything to stabilize its figure. He looked extremely embarrassed, his hair was scattered, his wings were even broken, and several of the winged men were shocked by the explosion and suffered internal injuries, spitting blood from their mouths. I thought it would be okay to look embarrassed, but the real death is in the back. After the Falling God Sword killed the cloud beast, it actually split into seven small swords and flew towards them.

Those who react, try to resist and dodge. The resisting wingmen were impaled, along with their weapons and armor bodies. The burning heat spread from the wound to the whole body, and then burned. The dodging wingman was fast, but the Fallen God Sword was faster, and he chased after him in one fell swoop. "Team leader, save me!ah~What's wrong with you?ah~" In the extreme pain, I couldn't shout words. The winged men were quickly burned to ashes from foot to head, and then the debris disappeared with the wind. As for those who didn't react, they didn't even have time to shout out in pain. But before they died, they all saw a scene of surprise.

A total of six winged men burned their bodies in the flames and died. Their team leader, Shang Ling, was intact. His body had changed a little at the moment. The Winged Man originally had white wings like angels in mythology, but Shang Ling's current wings were black. Not only the wings, but his body now had a slight purple-black evil aura haunting his body, which made him look like a demon from hell. The bright red lips turned cyan, and the pale yellow skin of the Winged Man became as white as bones. In particular, those pupils turned red like elves' "insight eyes", but Shang Ling's red pupils at the moment were even more full of bloodthirsty murderous aura in the scarlet.

In Shang Ling's right hand, he tightly grasped the Fallen God Sword that had just rushed towards it. The powerful and scorching fire sword was so easily held in his hand that he couldn't move. Just now, he watched six of his men being killed, but he didn't do anything. "Uh-huh, haha, interesting! Interesting!" Shang Ling laughed out loud. Then his eyes changed, and with a grasp of his right hand, the Fallen God Sword turned into a flash of fire under the purple-black evil qi of his right hand. And in the palm of his right hand, there were no burn marks.

When Shang Ling saw this, he laughed even more proudly: "This power is really too powerful! Elf clan, no wonder you want to rob this power! However, I have thought of a great plan. Hahaha, see you in the Phantom Beast Jungle! The war will be tragic. "This high sky, the silence is terrible, there is not even a bird, it is completely Shang Ling's monologue. With a whoosh, Shang Ling's black wings spread, flying towards the depths of the Phantom Beast Dense Forest like a meteor, and quickly disappeared into the blue sky.

In the evening. After a short rest, the battle blood convoy marched again, and now it had reached the outskirts of the Phantom Beast Forest. There were only thirteen broken carriages left, and there were more than one hundred and thirty people in total, and many of them were slightly injured. The place where they camped tonight, although it was not within the scope of the Phantom Beast Forest, the tall trees were already almost obscuring the sky. Further in, there will only be more trees, and besides, the carriage will not be able to go any further.