The first griffon to come into contact with him was not the mage, the mage pulled the griffon's reins when he was still ten meters away, preventing the griffin from diving further and occupying the commanding heights, this time the first to rush was a hunter, he did not plan to use the longbow at this height, because the violent wind did not allow it, and neither did Wang Ming's flame storm.

In order to interrupt Wang Ming's spell in time, the hunter had no choice but to draw his long sword, he was glad that he had trained the long sword for a long time, and after choosing to specialize in the long sword, he could skillfully stab the sword into the enemy's chest. However, it was obvious that Wang Ming's love for the long sword was not much worse than his, and before Xue Liang's long sword stabbed over, the Night Grim Reaper had already appeared in Wang Ming's hands. As he pushed and sent, the black sword twisted all the way up the blade of the long sword, like a strange python going up the tree.

The hunter hesitated for a moment, discarding the expensive refined longsword in his hand, but his speed was a beat slower, and the sword qi of the night god of death had already shredded the long sword, and the fragments fell down with a clatter, and by the time the hunter released the hilt that was disintegrating, the tip of the sword qi had already cut a small hole in the hunter's fingertip.

A sharp pain erupted in his fingertips, and Rao is a seasoned hunter could not withstand this pain, and he quickly controlled his mount to retreat, and after retreating to a safe distance, he quickly brought his hand in front of his eyes.

"Ahh In extreme fear and pain, the hunter couldn't help but roar.

The hunter's second reaction to his own dead hand is anger, as a hunter who feeds on a bow and arrow. Once the middle finger of the right hand is abolished. Half of his own archery skills are wasted. Even if he forcibly heals with medical spells, his fingers will no longer be as flexible as they once were, and not only will it be difficult to advance to the sixth rank for life, but his strength will also regress.

The angry flames completely ignited his reason, a blood-red flame erupted on his body, and the longbow behind him was removed, and the hunter shot wildly at Wang Ming.

"Wild Fury, you're crazy!" the mage exclaimed, once the hunter's wild fury kicks in. It must be bloody, and it must be a lot of blood to extinguish the flames, no matter what, Wang Ming's blood is definitely not enough. If killing Wang Ming was not enough to calm the anger, then the companions around him would ......

"I'm not crazy! I can assure you that as long as I kill him, I will never attack you, I can ......" The griffon under the hunter writhed uneasily as he felt the hunter's murderous intent.

"If you lose your mount, the captain won't let you go!Do you know how hard it is to train a griffin!" The mage tried to stop. His left hand quietly climbed onto the Demon Storage Crystal on his waist.

"It's late, I've heard it...... The horn of the hunt ...... "The hunter closes his eyes." When it was opened again, there was only a piece of scarlet left in the field of vision, and Wang Ming stood out in this red.

Seeing that the hunter's [Wild Fury] was completely gassed, the mage knew that it was useless to talk too much, and flew to the side to prepare spell support.

The three arrows were on the bow at the same time, and the hunter quickly pulled the string, skipping even aiming, and the arrows flew towards Wang Ming with three flames.

Wang Ming, who felt the killing intent, passed through the spell of the flashing technique in his heart the moment the strings sounded, and as the magic power passed, his figure burst into a cloud of starlight in place, and three arrows flew towards the vast land with scattered points of light.

The hunter's angry gaze roamed around, but he found nothing, and the moment he looked up to search for the top of his head, he suddenly felt the griffin sink slightly.

He only had time to reach for his longbow behind him, and he instinctively blocked the black sword.

Wang Ming stepped on the griffin's hips, and the Night Grim Reaper was sent forward, blocked by a magic core on the longbow, and it was difficult to break through in the slightest.

The hunter turned around, pulled out the dagger at his waist, and wanted to tear Wang Ming, but the moment his head turned past, a cold light flashed, and a hot and sharp pain came from his chest, and then the desperate coldness spread from there little by little.

I knew I was going to fight his firestorm. One last thought crossed the hunter's mind before he fell from the griffon.

Wang Ming stepped on the restless griffin's head, and a stream of cold magic poured into the griffon's head, smashing a control mark into the depths of its soul. This sigil was short-lived, but it was enough to sustain this battle.

Untie the staff Alps from the back, and the Firestorm that was originally saved in Zài's hand is transferred to the top of the Alpine staff.

The mage threw out the two bursting fireballs that had finished chanting, and the fireballs flying at high speed made a whining sound that broke through the air, and Wang Ming had no time to move beyond the range of the explosion, so he could only protect all the vital points in his body, hoping to receive less damage.

At the moment when the fireball was about to hit Wang Ming, a thick pillar of fire shot down diagonally from the sky, and the ball-sized burst fireball was directly swept away by the pillar of fire.

Crimson Moon's huge dragon body burst out of the clouds, and the heavy cumulonimbus cloud was torn open a large hole, and golden pillars of light pierced through the hole and sprinkled on the dragon hunter's body.

The warm sunlight didn't bring any warmth, and the only thing they felt was cold.

―――――――――――― Crimson opened her mouth, tore the last druid who turned into a two-legged wyvern in half, stuffed her fat upper body into her mouth, and ripped off a large piece of flesh.

A bloody human figure rolled out of the lower body of the wyvern, which was none other than the leader of the dragon hunters, the Demon Hunter Blade. After being promoted to the Seventh Order a few years ago, this druid killed the original regimental commander and plotted to usurp the throne himself. This is the tradition of the dragon hunters, the winner is king, and the weak eat the strong.

However, this powerful druid has now been eaten by the more powerful Primal Dragon.

With his inaudible chanting, a turquoise aura unfolded, and the Demon Hunter Blade standing in the center of the aura had long since lost its ability to resist, but the mist of time and space that permeated him was enough to save him from this void of death. Although the effect of spatial magic triggered by the force of nature is not very good, as soon as it is activated, the atmospheric elements in the sky will converge to provide energy for this magic circle. After all, the atmosphere is also a force of nature.

However, the Scarlet Moon has done even more, and the atmospheric elements have just gathered. A breath spewed out on the aura. An emerald turquoise aura deflected the pillar of fire. However, the gas elements that have been gathered around it with great difficulty are all transpired at high temperatures.

Moreover, the breath of the scarlet moon was not fleeting, and the traces of pale red flame energy were still left in mid-air, continuously burning the aura.

The druid had already been seriously injured by Crimson Moon, and even this teleportation technique was released by burning souls and squeezing potential, and it had to absorb the atmospheric elements in the sky as an additional energy supplement to activate it.

The residual energy of the breath is like a nail household for ten thousand years, stubbornly occupying the space around the aura. Not only did it destroy the stability of the teleportation technique, but it also cut off the support of the qi element, and what was even more odious was that the druid saw that there was actually a faint layer of flame, attached to the surface of the aura and burning, continuously eroding the aura.

The teleportation aura was not a shield specifically used for defense, it was only used to resist the space storm during the teleportation process for a short time, and it was not strong at all.

Seeing that the shield could not withstand it, the Demon Hunter seemed to have made some difficult decision, clasping his hands around his neck. The two eyes bulged out like light bulbs, and then. A turquoise gem spat out of his mouth.

"Fight!" A cold killing intent flashed in his heart, and the Demon Hunter Blade bit the gem in one bite, and a dark green viscous liquid flowed out of the hollow gem, and a wisp of bright green flowed out from the corner of his mouth, mixed with blood, showing a strange sauce black.

The druid's body suddenly grew larger, the green light flashed wildly on him, the already wounded skin was torn to pieces by the new scales, and the hands and feet crackled into four huge claws almost instantly. The witcher closed his eyes, soaked in pain and despair, and when the double eyelids opened, the huge wings on his back and the spiky tail were stained with blood and grew rapidly, and the cat-like vertical pupils had lost human emotion, and only the last madness remained.

The dragon's breath of the Crimson Moon destroyed the aura, but what emerged from the smoke was not a charred corpse, but a green dragon nearly 100 meters long.

"True dragon form? No, it seems to be a natural transformation of a hybrid divine grace and blessing-like divine arts, and there should be strict conditions and time limits, as long as the transformation time is over, this guy will run out of oil. Scarlet Moon looked at the copycat green dragon and didn't feel nervous at all, this impostor was far from being as good as the real dragon in every way, and he just had to wait for him to self-destruct.

Wang Ming stepped on the floating saucer and floated aside. Even if he was allowed to die now, he would no longer ride the Crimson Moon to fight. The red dragon is also flat and stable, and once various combat skills are used, the dragon's back is even more exciting than a roller coaster.

It's better to use a floating saucer to float aside to hit soy sauce, anyway, this spell has low magic consumption and long-lasting effect, and the most important thing is to sit comfortably. Watching two dragons larger than the capital ship confront each other, he couldn't help but pull out a bag of beef jerky.

Scarlet Moon didn't know how long the group of guys behind him had opened a handicap for how long the druid had supported, from three to one for one minute to one for five minutes to fifteen for five minutes......

The green dragon looked no smaller than the Crimson Moon, and Wang Ming felt that it would not be a problem for it to last for three or five minutes, so he took out all the copper coins on his body and pressed them on for five minutes.

The abacus in Scarlet Moon's heart is also calculating extremely fast, and he can even hear the sound of the cooling fan turning at high speed, as well as the beep alarm of the processor overheating.

"What if I use the Finger of Death to reduce the opponent's vitality, and then use the Yang Flame Cannon to suppress the opponent's plant-based spells...... No, no, maybe he'll give me a counter-magic, and it would be a loss if I was forced to fight against the Polar Ice Ray. It's not bad to use its endless fireball technique to slowly sharpen his defense, right? No, the opponent only needs a giant wave shield to shoot at me against the barrage in the sky...... Lao Tzu doesn't stir up the base, who wants to shoot against an uncle!"

It looks like Scarlet Moon's calculations have been deflected in strange places.

The green dragon gave up a fancy move, gorgeous magic, and didn't even put a beneficial state, and pounced towards the crimson moon.

The red dragon under his feet gathered his wings and stalled and fell under the action of gravity, and the two separated in the air.

The green dragon didn't know which one to chase, and it seemed that the red dragon's size seemed to be relatively large and easy to lock, so he gave up the crimson moon that was so small that it was almost invisible in the sky above him, and lowered his head to chase the red dragon.

Never expose your back to the caster, never - some melee professional who has been chrysanthemum-blasted by a spell.

The Scarlet Moon spreads its arms in the sky, like a saint crucified. looked at the green dragon at his feet with pity.

A golden circle of light wraps around the Crimson Moon. Countless runes were spliced together into an intricate circle. In contrast, the surrounding light is getting darker and darker. Scarlet Moon raised his head and looked directly at the sun in the sky, a circle of silent ripples centered on him, spreading out to the surroundings, and in an instant, it spread nearly a hundred miles away.

Within a radius of 100 miles, the sky distorted, and the intensity of sunlight decreased somewhat. The dividing line between shadow and daylight on the ground becomes blurred. People in the nearby area left what they were doing and looked curiously at the fading sky.

In the center of the rune circle, the fire of the sun converged into a red mass, fluctuating unsteadily, and as Crimson Moon's hands fell, thick pillars of light rushed out from the lower end.

At that moment, the sun became as soft as the setting sun, and a dazzling pillar of light erupted above the clouds.

The Yang Yan Cannon, which gathered most of the daylight energy in a radius of hundreds of miles, was ten meters thick in diameter and bombarded the back of the green dragon. Piercing his broad chest, a bloody flower erupted from his chest. The blood flower didn't even fully unfold, and immediately evaporated in the scorching of the Sun Flame Cannon.

Originally, it was impossible for that druid, who had experienced countless intelligent battles, to do such a stupid thing, but the dragonization destroyed all reason, and only a little instinct remained. How could a beast that relied only on instinct be an opponent of Crimson Moon's thousand-year-old battle wisdom?

Therefore, Scarlet Moon gave up a qiē defense, and the [Extreme Yang Flame Cannon] that was shot with all his strength directly penetrated the conspicuous core of the green dragon.

The body of the druid emerged from the disintegrating remains of the green dragon, and as the fragments were peeled away by the wind, the druid fell to the earth below.

The red dragon and the druid staggered from below, and the moment the druid's godless eyes closed, a thick tail that flew into the sky was reflected.

Wang Ming remotely controlled the floating disc and flew to Scarlet Moon's side: "Master is so powerful!

Scarlet Moon stood arrogantly on the head of the red dragon: "Of course......! Wait, why do I feel something is wrong?"

Yueying secretly opened the character attributes of Scarlet Moon and found that the gender column had changed to a female ......

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The girl stood up from the bench, her long silver glow was recognizable, and her slender palm was like a white jade carving, holding a pansy flower.

The figure of the priest appeared at the side door of the garden, looking a little reserved. After all, the one sitting in the garden can make the whole garden fly into the sky with just a finger.

"My lord, the eye of the sky has returned, the dragon hunter's air cavalry has been completely destroyed, the target has been detected, and it is confirmed that it is the primeval red dragon Crimson Moon ......" The priest's voice was still a little trembling, although this was not the first time he had contact with the girl, but the fear did not subside, but because of the passage of time, it penetrated deep into the depths of the soul.

"It's okay, it's just a bunch of heretics who follow nature. The girl's pale gray eyes moved away from the priest.

The priest asked tremblingly, "Do you need to send the army of Heavenly Mountain to battle?"

Two white flames lit up in the girl's eyes: "Presumptuous! The army of Heaven Mountain is also something you can mention casually!"

"My subordinates know what is wrong!" the priest quickly knelt down, and his head slammed into the pebble floor, bruised.

The girl realized that she had lost her temper and extinguished the flame in her eyes: "You should retreat first." ”

The priest knelt on the ground and slowly retreated, and suddenly remembered something: "My lord, do you still need to pay the commission of the dragon hunter?"

"If you want, you can take it. There was only a quiet smile left on the girl's face, and she looked like an ordinary aristocratic girl, but her voice did not contain a trace of emotion.

Of course, the priest did not dare to embezzle it privately, he had far more assets than this, and there was no need to joke with his life for such a small amount of money.

"But, my lord, this money is equivalent to an entire year's donation for a county!"

"These infidels, with their gold coins, have nothing but a share of hell. ”

The priest was still trying to argue, but the girl turned impatiently, and he had to retreat in a huff.

The girl faced the void: "Come out, you've been hiding for a long time." ”

An almost completely transparent figure stepped out of the wall, sunlight casting a rainbow of colors on him.

"Is it finally my turn?" Although the voice was pleasant, the owner of the voice could still be heard by a man.

"Go, come to me with the soul of Crimson Moon. The girl was unmoved.

"So, do you want someone else to bring it?" the figure stepped in quietly.

"When did you become so wordy! I don't have that much time to interrogate so many people, and they don't deserve it. The girl turned to face the neatly built wall of flowers.

"Yes, my...... Master. "Wang Ming is an abusive powerhouse, when he was beaten by a group of griffins before, he secretly used the [Destiny Child] to reduce the hunter's IQ by half, and then tortured him to death. Originally, that shrewd hunter would never have been planted in the hands of a fledgling mage apprentice.

But this is not as good as his master, far from it. Their disparity is no different from the housing prices in the impoverished mountainous areas and downtown Shanghai.

On the earth where Wang Ming lived, Emperor Yuan Shikai once designated Shanghai as the accompanying capital, which led to the fact that as early as two centuries ago, that is, during the Beijing Olympics, the housing prices in the suburbs alone exceeded 10,000 per square meter.

Scarlet Moon is worthy of the name of the Ancient Dragon, and the value of combat power is only higher than the housing price of the Golden Section.

At the beginning, the average strength of the ten Dragon Eagle Knights was the fourth order, and they were tortured and killed by her in a playful mood for a minute.

Then, the average strength of the twelve griffin knights was the fifth order, and they were directly stirred into minced meat by one of her dragon wing forbidden areas.

Then, when the Storm Raven Squad attacked, Crimson Moon and the group of druids who were firing wildly with their superior firepower fired at each other, and finally sent out more than a hundred bursting fireballs in an instant, burning all the druids except for the regimental commander. (To be continued......)