Ling Xian'er's eyes sparkled and her face was serious, and she aimed the magic stone on her staff at the rock wall in front of her. She knew there were thousands of troops behind it, and that there was something even more terrifying.

A thread of blue light curled and creaked out of the Philosopher's Stone, expanding several times as it reached the cliff wall, splitting into several bolts of lightning. The lightning from top to bottom is like someone drawing a few twists and turns on the cliff wall with their hands, and it still squeaks from top to bottom.

After a long time, the thin lines still beeped and peeled, bursting blue sparks. But the cliff didn't react at all, just as everyone's eyes widened and they all looked at Ling Xian'er with questioning eyes. Ling Xian'er suddenly held the magic wand in front of her chest with both hands, lowered her head and closed her eyes, and recited a spell in a deep voice. Then he opened his arms sharply and let out a loud and crisp roar.

The lightning bolts on the cliff exploded, and then the earth began to shake, and the debris split by the lightning rained down the cliff. There seemed to be a sudden loud sound of music in the sky, and the music was passionate and vibrating.

Under the gaze of millions of people, the cliff began to slowly move to the sides, and a huge passage was opened with a bang. Suddenly, a ray of light pierced the person's eyes.

"Xian'er, you are too great!" Mo Cong couldn't help but hug Ling Xian'er, who was still in a daze, and Ling Xian'er raised her head and finally breathed a sigh of relief. The girl's pretty face and fresh red lips were exposed in front of Mo Cong's eyes, and he also felt the girl's firm and elastic breasts against him. And the daughter's red lips suddenly became hot, and it seemed that she had suddenly returned to years ago.

Mo Cong was embarrassed for a moment, and gently grabbed Ling Xian'er's shoulders, but he didn't have time to blush, because the soldiers beside him had already surged towards the cliffs like a tide.

"Mo Cong," Ling Xian'er blinked her big eyes, her eyes were full of affection, and her breathing was a little cramped: "Promise me, don't die!"

Looking at Ling Xian'er's hot eyes, Mo Cong suddenly felt very guilty and nodded.

There was chaos on the battlefield, the previous soldiers had already rushed into the barrier, and the strange beasts that looked at it poured out of the barrier, and the dragon guards soared in the sky exactly like the elven land. The oldest dragons stretched out their wings, looking extremely ferocious and attacking with great power.

Mo Cong and Ling Xian'er jumped around in the air, stepping on the bumps on the edge of the cliff and flying into the enchantment. This time, Mo Cong clearly saw that the enchantment was indeed a huge city, full of tall buildings, and dragon totems everywhere - ancient dragons, fire dragons, black dragons, giant dragons, all kinds of dragons, dizzying.

The battle was extremely fierce, the Snowy Saint Ancestor held the sword in his hand, and led the four masters of the Snowy Region to fight those ancient war dragons in the air, Mo Cong and Lingxian'er could no longer find their own team, they also wanted to fight, but they were crowded to the door of a huge palace.

Except for seeing the master's move once in the Warcraft Array in the Wulin Continent when he was a child, Mo Cong never saw the master's move again, and this time it really opened his eyes.

The Snowy Saint Ancestor's shot was really extraordinary, but seeing the phantom flying in the sky, the sword in his hand emitted a cloud of white aura, like clouds and mist, like a waterfall, like a wave. Every shot was accurate, and with a few swords, an ancient war dragon flying in the air was smashed to pieces. And those four masters didn't make a move, they were like a pair of wings of the Holy Ancestor, arranged on the two wings of the Holy Ancestor, and they all stretched out their one-arm palms, and the breath in their palms was like a pillar of light shooting behind the Holy Ancestor, and the five people seemed to be one.

"It's so beautiful!" Ling Xian'er raised her eyes and said in astonishment: "Your master is so powerful!"

The Holy Ancestor suddenly made a move, and the sky was like a huge wave of courage, smashing the two war dragons that were besieging it.

"This is sword qi, this is real sword qi. Mo Cong's breathing was rapid, and his heartbeat was significantly faster, and at the moment when the master made a move, he felt that the attack power of the master's move had exceeded the limit of his spiritual eye perception. Mo Cong felt that his blood was boiling, every vein in his body was expanding, he wanted to fight, he wanted to fight with his master. Even though the attack power of those war dragons exceeded one million, he was not afraid.

"Xian'er, you protect yourself, I'll help Master. ”

"Mo Cong, be careful!"

Ling Xian'er stretched out her delicate little hand, but she didn't catch Mo Cong, who had already jumped up and floated in the air.

As soon as Mo Cong arrived in the air, he felt a strong oppressive force in the air, making it difficult for him to breathe. He understood that it was the master's strength and the breath of the war dragon.

"Master, I'm here!"

Mo Cong saw an ancient dragon attacking the Holy Ancestor and the four snowy masters from behind, and in order to prevent the master from being sneak attacked, he immediately made a decision and swung the Moon Shadow Sword to slash at the ancient dragon head-on.

The speed of that ancient dragon was extremely fast, and Mo Cong sent out a red spiritual power with an attack power of up to 200,000, and after being amplified by the Moon Shadow Sword, it also produced a powerful force, and the attack power had exceeded one million. With a bang, the ancient war dragon received a head-on blow.

The dragon paused in the air for a moment, as if it was dizzy and couldn't discern the direction, but then it came to its senses, and with a long roar, it opened its mouth and pounced on Mo Cong.

The dragon's wings stretched out in the air for more than a dozen feet, a huge head with a long horn shaped like an awl, the yellow pointed beak like an iron beating, the mouth also had sharp serrations, four huge claws under the belly, and the gaze in the two big eyes was extremely fierce, and now it was even more ferocious when it was provoked by Mo Cong.

"Oops!" Mo Cong saw that the momentum was not good, and slashed several swords in a row, each sword hit Gu Long's head, but that only slowed down Gu Long's flying speed, and it didn't seem to cause much damage to that guy. Mo Cong wondered, his attack power could split a mountain, but it didn't work at all in the face of this guy. Seeing that behemoth flying towards him one by one, his life was in danger, Master was fighting with more ancient dragons, and it was already far away from him at this moment, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Mo Cong's forehead.

When Mo Cong was anxious, a fireball rumbled from the ground, and the fireball hit the ancient dragon's chest, and the fire spread to the whole body of the giant beast, dissipating like a fluorescent ghost fire.

"This guy doesn't seem to be beaten with iron, it seems to be a stone egg, Ling Xian'er's fire method is so powerful, the iron has long been burned. Mo Cong thought to himself.

The dragon froze for a moment, flapped its wings, and its long neck jerked up into the sky, and suddenly swooped downward, spewing a ball of fire from its mouth.

"Ahh

The flames in the dragon's mouth are like a fire dragon falling from the sky, and when it reaches the ground, it covers a radius of several miles.

Mo Cong watched Ling Xian'er being swallowed by the flames, his heart was cold, his eyes turned black, the sky was spinning, and he shouted miserably: "Xian'er"

Mo Cong was enraged, clenched his sword with both hands and rushed towards the ancient dragon, aiming at the ancient dragon's huge head and slashing down, this time the powerful spiritual power sent out from the Moon Shadow Sword was actually white, although the attack power was almost the same as just now, but this time it was not an ordinary attack power that turned forward, it was a pure cold sword qi.

The sword qi exploded, the ancient dragon was shattered, and the flames in the dragon's mouth disappeared instantly, Mo Cong saw Ling Xian'er hidden in the magic shield, and Ling Xian'er was safe and sound, however, the dragon's flames had already shattered her magic shield, and a fragment of the dragon's body smashed right on the top of Ling Xian'er's head, Mo Cong saw Ling Xian'er roll her eyes, and the little princess's delicate body immediately softened and collapsed on the hard stone slab.

"Xian'er!Xian'er!" Mo Cong grinned, rushed down, and shook Lingxian'er in his arms.

"Is that you?Mo Cong!" Ling Xian'er slowly opened her eyes and saw Mo Cong vaguely through the gap in her eyes.

"It's me, it doesn't matter to you!" Seeing Ling Xian'er open her eyes, Mo Cong finally relieved.

"I'm fine, it's just that my head is a little dizzy," Ling Xian'er blinked slowly twice and asked, "Did you drop a stone just now?"

"Uh," Mo Cong said with a red face, "Maybe!"

"You threw it!" Ling Xian'er pursed her red lips and said helplessly.

"Hehe!" Mo Cong grabbed his hair and grinned, "I'm really embarrassed." ”

"I'm fine, go and help your master!" As she spoke, Ling Xian'er seemed to have been stabbed in the ass by a steel needle, and bounced up, and said with an anxious face: "Mo Cong, hurry! Go and help your master." ”

Mo Cong raised his eyes and saw that there were more and more ancient war dragons beside the master in the sky, and those hideous and terrifying behemoths had already besieged the Snowy Saint Ancestor. It seems that the combat power of the Snowy Saint Ancestor has reached its limit.

"Master!"

Just when Mo Cong felt so anxious, the soft sound of the piano really sounded in the sky, and the sound was fluttering, like the rain and dew in the spring, like the ripples in the clear pool, melodious and tactful, melodious and melodious.

"Is that her?"

Mo Cong looked into the sky, and sure enough, on a tall stone pillar, he saw the beautiful figure of his wife. And as the music fell, almost all the demonic beasts had their defense and attack power reduced, even the war dragons in the air were no exception.

"My wife. Mo Cong jumped on the pillar and looked at the piano with his eyes slightly lowered, and his jade hand gently plucked the strings.

Qin Gong's clothes are fluttering, his naturally curly long hair is fluttering, his curved and upturned eyelashes are seductive, and the charming curves of his waist are soulless. However, Princess Qin didn't seem to hear Mo Cong's kind cry, her face was calm, and she was reveling in the music she was playing.

From the music of Princess Qin, Mo Cong felt a trace of strangeness, not sadness, not sentimentality, but an extremely powerful force, a power that can penetrate everything. Princess Qin's piano sound was far higher than before, which made Mo Cong feel incredulous.