Once again, the Jingo cavalry engaged in contact with the dragon snatchers from the flank, leaving dozens of corpses behind and riding away, and the corpses left behind did not become resurrected, because the priest's feet were far from the cavalry. "They don't want to kill. Ah Sai suddenly spoke, "They just want to leave scars on their opponents! Look closely at these Hou Qin cavalry, they are all attacking places that are not fatal!"

"But...... Why?" Jonah saw this, too, but couldn't explain it.

Suddenly, a strong wind swept through his ears, "Qiang!" Golden flowers splashed everywhere, and Long Shenlin used the famous sword "Jianxi" in his arms to set up a battle fight, and wiped the enemy's neck with his backhand. "Poof...... A bloody arrow came out of the neck of the Jin Ge cavalry who sneaked up, and fell into the dust, the lion tiger orc under his crotch stood up and roared and pounced, the little dragon held the sword in both hands and resisted hard, and with a twist of his wrist and backhand, the black sword groaned and cut the belly of the lion and tiger beast. "Plop!" The riding beast fell to the ground, blood sprayed from its abdomen on Long Shenlin's body and face, and the little dragon returned the sword into the sheath, using his mouth to grasp the claw marks on his wrist, and gasped for a few breaths, "Be careful, Senior Jonah!"

The 17-year-old boy suddenly realized that this time he was not watching the fire from the other side, he was in the middle of a battle! Dozens of scattered horsemen spotted these suspicious people and were galloping towards them, and the golden battle song glittered in the sunlight. Asai irritably drew his short sword "gluttony": "Kill, kill, kill, kill one and the other, if you don't kill everyone, it will be endless forever...... If you want to come, you can come, who is afraid of whom!"

"Wait a minute!" Jonah suddenly reached out and grabbed the arm of the Oriental, and pointed to the northwest with a trembling voice, "Look!"

In just this short half a minute, the red wave Lang had already drowned out the black arrows, and the Dragon Capture Army was completely annihilated, and a moment ago they were still on the side with absolute superiority! No one saw what was happening, with the powerful ability of the elite troops of the Long Family with the triple blessing of the Bronze Puppet, the Nine Methods of the Long Family, and the Bloodline Ability, they were all wiped out by the enemy in the blink of an eye, this is simply a fantasy!

"Wound!" "Wound!" the power of Hila Feina, who penetrated the fluctuations of magic, made Jonah immediately find the problem, "The energy of the cursed soil is entering the human body from the wound, this magic circle is different from yesterday, it can automatically start to invade as long as it has external injuries, and it must not be injured!"

Hearing the shouts of the astrologer, Xiaolong and Ah Sai were stunned at the same time. Xiaolong's hand had just been scratched by the Lion and Tiger Beast, and the Dongfang had the scars left on his back from the assassination of the commander of Jingo's cavalry yesterday. The three of them exchanged wandering glances as a wounded cavalryman next to them made a terrible demonstration for them. The cavalryman was slightly wounded in the left arm during the battle with the Dragon Snatchers, and slowed down and broke away from the group, "Priest!" The cavalryman took off his helmet and showed a terrified face, he opened his mouth wide and shouted in the lingua franca of the Eastern Continent: "Priest!

The nearest priest was five hundred yards away, and as the distance between the red-armored cavalry and the white-robed priest was shrinking, the cursed land from the far western continent began to exert its power, and the piercing wound on the forearm began to stop bleeding, and quickly withered and contracted like a withered flower, and the flesh rolled up, revealing a pitch-black hollow, "Woohoo!" Suddenly the left arm tightened the reins, and the liger stood up with a hissing man, throwing its master into the air.

"Bang!" the red-armored cavalryman fell to the ground, drew his short sword from his waist with a "bang" in his left hand, and stabbed it into his right arm with a pop. The soldier screamed and rolled on the ground, trying to bite his left wrist with his mouth, but the withered arm frantically swung the short sword, cutting the man's face, lips, and tongue to pieces, and at the same time, the wound on his right arm also began to squirm and contract, and soon became the same as his left hand, "Poof!" The soldier's feet were pierced immediately, he was unable to moan, he lay on the ground and gasped loudly, the liger walked to the side and stretched out its long pink tongue to brush the master's face, which was also rapidly withering and withering.

With a very unnatural movement, the cavalryman stood up again, as if invisible threads were tugging at his shriveled limbs and head, and he danced strangely, gently twisting the head of the liger beside him. "That's it...... The slightest scar will become a puppet of the Cursed Land, his vitality has not yet been cut off, and his soul is deeply locked in the body that has not yet withered, this is a curse that is even more cruel and terrible than the resurrected!" Jonah shouted loudly, and through Silafina, he could barely see that the crimson veined earth stretched out thousands of red tentacles, piercing the wounds of all creatures on the battlefield, manipulating thousands of puppets to fight and kill each other, as if staging a large-scale war puppet show.

The "gluttony" in Asai's hand rang out, the light cyan sword light flashed, and the head of the cavalry flew high into the smoke-filled sky. The severed neck spurted out long columns of blood, but the wound also shrank rapidly, turning into a wriggling black mass, and the headless body staggered and pounced on the easterner. "And when will we become like this, Brother Jonah?" asked Asai faintly, swinging his sword and slashing the puppet into four, eight, sixteen, and thirty-two. His tone was as calm as ever, only the cruel way of drawing the sword showed the indignation in his heart, "Click!" The short sword was put back into its sheath, and the pieces of flesh crackled and fell to the ground, the blood rippled into a puddle of lake, and the incision began to shrink and change, and the pile of flesh and blood wriggled on the ground for a long time, and finally a puff of red smoke came out, completely turning into broken corpses.

"I'm sorry, Arsai......" Jonah said through gritted teeth, "I think it has something to do with personal magical resistance. We can't stay for a long time, and now we should leave the area of the Cursed Lands immediately, and there should be no change!" he shot a dazzling starlight as he spoke, blasting the three charging Jingo cavalrymen into powder.

Long Shenlin stared at his left hand, "If I cut off this hand, will it happen later, Senior Jonah?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" said the astrologer angrily, "The wound will only make the curse set faster!

The two of them looked at the 17-year-old boy at the same time, and at this moment, Jonah suddenly felt that the two descendants of the Dragon family had the same traits. The will to survive in a difficult situation, the stubbornness that is unwilling to give in to reality, the courage to stand up again and again with a heavy fate, and of course, this hidden in the bone marrow, which I hate and have a burning passion for my surname.

"Ah, I think there's still time, Brother Jonah. Ah Sai looked at the Long family's mansion and said lightly.

"Maybe the grandmother in charge is deeply involved. And...... The seniors and brothers of the Shadow Sect must be fighting!" Long Shenlin muttered.