Chapter 405: The End of the Battle of the Peak 1

The figures of the four moon-level powerhouses flickered, broke through the air, and fled quickly, and the sudden burst of strong strength from Zenit Wu Saint Krasic destroyed their confidence to continue the stalemate, and if they continued to delay, not only would they not be able to kill Krasic, but they were afraid that even they themselves would be ruthlessly killed here.

But Krasic won't give them that chance.

The sword trick was drawn again, and the cyan sword light pierced the sky, and one after another the sword light was like a meteor, chasing and killing.

"Uh...... Poof!"

"Ah......h

Amaury and Costa Kuta fought hard in the air with a sword light, and the terrifying power contained in the cyan sword directly spitted blood, and the embarrassed fleeing figure stumbled down from the air like a bird shot by a giant arrow, and fell to the ground fiercely, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.

At the same time, the two thousand-pound boulders on the ground were slapped by Krasic with the blade of his sword, and with a boom, stray arrows flew out like arrows, crashing into the direction of Iaquinta and Huntelaar who were fleeing on the other side.

"Damn it!"

"Open!"

The two moon-level powerhouses felt the boulder chasing behind them, their faces changed greatly, knowing that Krasic was going to kill them all, they turned around in anger and resisted in a panic, and with one palm and one sword carrying crimson and bright silver light flames, they slammed into the boulder.

Boom!

With a loud bang, two boulders exploded, and smoke and stone chips flew in the sky, like bright and beautiful fireworks that were silent in five colors.

And the two cyan sword rays, at this moment, with the speed of lightning and flint, instantly pierced through the dust fireworks, mercilessly penetrating the bodies of Akinta and Krasic, and the two blood flowers splattered, and the blood stained the sky.

"Ah......h

"Poof!!"

With two muffled grunts, the two of them fell down like kites that had lost the traction of a thin string.

"Ahahahaa......a

At this moment, the Zenit Martial Saint is simply like a god and demon, the quiet temperament of the past no longer exists, the arrogant and domineering momentum that he has never seen is terrifying, and his thick long hair is flying wildly in the night, covering his face, only the pair of cold eyes under the hair seem to be able to penetrate everything.

"Die!" the martial saint raised his eyebrows, and the heavenly sword rose again.

This icy and piercing cold snort made the four moon-level powerhouses feel like they were suffering from electric addiction in their hearts, and their bodies were cold to the bone.

At this time, they were already seriously injured, their strength had plummeted, and the severe pain had paralyzed their reflexes, and before they could react, in an instant, Krasic's figure flickered in the cyan flames, and he had already arrived in front of Aquinta, and the huge heavenly sword turned into a sword in his hand.

Shout!

A head rises into the sky.

There was an expression of disbelief in those eyes that had quickly lost their life.

Before coming to the Imperial Capital of Zenit, he would never have imagined that this was originally a well-planned martial holy war that could definitely shake the entire continent, and the only protagonist of this martial holy war would be himself, but why, everything was suddenly reversed at the most unlikely time, and he would change from the original protagonist to ...... Dead person!

Poof!

Equinta's massive corpse, which had lost its head, fell to the ground, losing an arm, and the mangled corpse stirred up the last wisps of smoke.

A moon-level powerhouse has fallen!

A moon-level powerhouse who was high up and could only be looked up to by most of the people present, a Protector Martial Saint of the continent-level empire, and a martial arts powerhouse who was difficult for many people to associate with death, had fallen.

The top of Wusheng Mountain was terrifying for a while.

Even the Zenit people, who had hated Iaquinta before, looked at each other in disbelief at this moment, this Spartak Martial Saint, who had suppressed many imperial warriors in recent times, was really dead?

"Ahhh

He once fought with Krasic in the Moro Mountains and failed miserably, and the belief in martial arts undefeated had already produced a crack at that time, originally thought that this siege of Krasic could be successful, kill Krasic, and thus cut off the crack in the heart of this martial arts, who knew that with Krasic's strong outburst, this crack became bigger and bigger, completely crushing his martial arts heart, at this time, seeing his senior brother Akinta die in front of him, he was afraid and afraid of Krasic who killed the god, and he no longer had the confidence to face this Zenit martial saint.

Amaury's collapse left Huntelaar and Costa Kuta no longer interested in fighting.

"Woo woo ......" Huntelaar let out a high-pitched whistling sound that pierced the sky.

Almost instantly, there was a sound of giant wings flapping in the dark and deep sky, and in the light of the bright and cold silver demon moon, four or five huge black shadows with a diameter of more than three or four meters gradually became clear, swooping down towards the top of the Martial Saint Mountain, at this moment, an indescribable huge pressure fell from the sky, and as those huge figures got closer and closer, this pressure became more and more obvious and clearer.

"Griffon...... It's the Griffin Knight, the overlord of the Ajax Empire!" someone exclaimed.

Sun Fei was shocked and looked up.

I saw that the swooping down from the sky was indeed a strange non-beast with a pair of huge wings stretched out for more than twenty meters, this strange beast had the body and claws of a lion, but it had an eagle-like head and wings, a wolf-like tail, and its feathers faintly glowing metallic bronze under the silver moonlight.

The eagle's beak opened, emitting a piercing roar, as if it could induce the blood and heart of the human body to beat, the giant wings instigated, and the mountain top flew sand and rocks, and the thousands of pounds of boulders rolled up like small grains of sand, and the strength of some Zenit warriors was scattered by the huge wind before they reached the griffin.

Legend has it that the adult wild griffin can reach the level of a tenth-order king-level demonic beast, which is equivalent to the combat power of the flame that was killed by Krasic before, but these griffons in front of him have been artificially domesticated by the beast tamers of the Ajax Empire, and in order to cooperate with the knights, most of the wildness has been degraded, and the strength has also dropped a lot.

These griffons were very supernatural, and the instincts of the animals made them obviously feel the threat of the terrifying and powerful aura of Krasic on the top of the mountain, and they always kept a distance of a thousand meters from the top of the mountain, refusing to swoop down again.

"Let's go!" Huntelaar burst into the ground like lightning, reaching out in the night sky, as if grasping something in the air, and lifted it up a second time, and flew onto the griffin's broad, steady back.

Amaury's eyes lit up, and he jumped up in the same way.

Costa Kuta, however, swayed quickly, picking up a black shadow on the ground, and then suppressed his injuries and jumped high, and after a slight pause in mid-air, he jumped on the back of the griffin.

It was only then that everyone could see clearly that the griffin had a few thin ropes hanging from it, which could be used for them to borrow strength in the air.

Pity the three moon-level powerhouses, when they were in their heyday, they condensed the void and broke through the void in just one thought, and at this time, being seriously injured and even jumping for a thousand meters became a luxury, and they could only use the rope that hung down, and the embarrassment of several people was simply beyond pen and ink to describe.

"Tweet ......"

The griffin let out a low cry, a chirping sound similar to ultrasound, which made everyone dizzy and unable to pursue, and then quickly climbed up, turning into four or five small black dots hovering in the sky, and continued to climb, rising high enough to calmly avoid the huge magic shield of the imperial capital of St. Petersburg and the resistance of the great magicians in the magic tower.

"Krasic, today's shame, the three empires will be avenged in the future!"

"Hahaha, I know that you are actually not lightly injured, take care of your injuries, the next time you fight, it will be when your Zenit Empire is ruined, and when the time comes, your Krasich's head will be hung at the gate of the St. Petersburg Imperial Palace, ahahaha!"

"Krasic, you can't kill us here today, tomorrow what happens to Senior Brother Martial Saint of Akquinta will be your fate!

There were shouts and threats from the three strong men in the sky, and they seemed to know that Krasic was not lightly injured and could not pursue, and today's fiasco was really an unforgettable shame for them.

The griffin circled and climbed, getting higher and higher, and was about to leave, Krasic stood quietly on the ground and did not move, Girano leaned against a boulder, the beauty was in the cup of wine, and there was no intention of pursuing, except for the two moon-level powerhouses, the others wanted to pursue but were unable to catch it.

Seeing the three of them fleeing in arrogant laughter, at this moment, a sudden change occurred-

"Come as you want, go as you want, when I'm St. Petersburg what is it?"

An incomparably majestic and unquestionable voice suddenly came from the Zenit Palace in the distance, resounding throughout the night sky, and with the sound of this voice full of imperial breath, an indescribable powerful aura suddenly emerged in the palace, and golden streamers shot out, filling the pitch-black night sky.

When everyone looked at it, they were dumbfounded to find out what kind of streamer was there, and the sky was full of golden dragons, each dragon's body was ten meters long, the dragon body was golden scale armor, very luxurious, the dragon roared, the whistling sound was full of unimaginable coercion, the speed was incredible, against the sky, and soon caught up with the griffin who was about to become a small black dot.

In the face of the golden dragon, the griffon, known as the overlord of the sky cavalry, did not have the slightest resistance, but only staggered, and all five or six griffons were torn apart in the scream, and patches of blood and bone corpses fell from the sky.