According to the current trend of the Nine Gods increasing their troops in Nanwu, Shacheng and Longcheng, the Moon God Forest is one of the most important portals in the Nine God Empire and is still in hand. There is no reason not to take care of them, so they will definitely increase their troops. However, after observing these days, various signs on the enemy camp indicate that they have not changed much in terms of military strength.

"Hailong blocked the Moon Strait and blocked the Moon Bay Port..."

The Moon Strait is the rear of Danasus City, the interval between Mandala and the Blade Alliance, and it is also the only way for the Nine Gods to go to the Blades through the sea and land. Previously, the Blades Council and the Sea Clan negotiated together to hand over the Moon Strait to the jurisdiction of the Eight Tribes in order to allow the Eight Tribes to support the Blades battlefield faster, but now the sea dragon with the Nine Gods suddenly took action and seized it with inexplicable reasons...

Fantesy gasped when he thought of this and shouted at the two elves: "Notify the elves priests and let everyone in Danasus City evacuate immediately! It is too late to clear the large-scale, go to the top of the Tree of Life!"

"Yeah, what do you think of?" The elf's blade words were very awkward. Among the elves, the number of elves is the largest. They were born from the fruits of the tree of life, and they could grow up and become normal humans. They only had two pairs of wings than humans. Of course, it was not easy for an elf to "grow up". In addition to long years, they also had to practice hard and advance with powerful strength to complete the transformation of their bodies.

"I can't explain to you. The Nine Gods people may attack at any time. Don't hesitate and go! Tell the great elf priest to take all the tribesmen to the south and join Moonlight City. No matter what happens, the moonlight people must be kept behind closed doors and unable to leave! In just one or two days, reinforcements will surely arrive at the Blade!"

The two elves were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and immediately flew towards Danasus, but just now they flew out, and several streams of light flew out!

Fantesey took a quick step, pulling the elf closest to him and pulling it back, but the other one was instantly hit by the flying light. Three transparent round holes were penetrated by the palm-sized body. Without even a humming sound, the cicada wing stopped and its body fell directly to the ground.

"Yeying Jiang!" Another elf exclaimed, with watery eyes in his big sockets, and Fantesy had already noticed something. The soul power on his body suddenly burst out, and his body size suddenly increased. Then there was a loud "boom" sound, and a golden light fell from the dense tree canopy above his head and hit Fantesy.

Fantesey's back was shining with white light, and his body was hit by the golden light. Although it was sinking slightly, it remained hanging in the air!

The white light on his body was overflowing wildly, gathering into the White Tiger Dharma Pan Chang under him. The golden light impact on his back was gradually suppressed. Fantesi raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he roared.

"Ho huh!"

The white tiger roared and turned into a huge white light column and soared into the sky. Not only did it push the golden light back directly, but it also rushed out a hole in the dense tree canopy.

boom!

A circular hole with a diameter of seven or eight meters was blasted out on the huge sealed tree canopy. For the huge tree of life, such damage may not even be a pinhole. However, in the eyes of Fantsey, Motto, musical notes, de Broglie and the elf below, dazzling sunlight shot through the big hole, and mysterious black figures slowly appeared against the background of the harsh sun.

One, two, three, four...eleven!

Nine figures bathed in the background of the sun, making it difficult to see their faces clearly, but the terrifying soul pressure and murderous aura emitted from the bodies all show the identities of these nine people.

Dragon level, eleven dragon level, eleven nine gods dragon level!

Eleven pairs of sun-like eyes, the enemy attacks that I have been worried about these days have finally come, and they have been in such a destructive posture.

Eleven people hanging above were staring at Fantesi and the others, and the dragon-level pressure came to Huanghuang below. Below, Fantesi and the other two were also staring back coldly, but even though they were as brave as Mo Tong, a drop of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads at this time.

There are only four dragon levels in the Moon God Expedition Camp. Originally, it was expected that there were eight tribes of Yemotian, Ye Zhantian, the Great Brahma King of Makhuraka and the Gandharva's Leshenyin. If these four first-class dragon groups really helped, even if they faced the eleven dragon levels of the Nine Gods, they would still have at least resistance, but now...

Fantsy's eyes that had become vertical pupils could not see any sadness and joy, but he slowly let go of the elf in his hand.

"The enemy camp has already begun. Notify Danasus and the Moon God Expeditionary Force..." He said slowly: "Don't go to the harbor, bypass the Fuguang Mountains, and all the staff retreat to Moonlight City!"

The elves are good at close elements and have many incredible special spells that humans are not good at, but in terms of combat power alone, they are not very powerful. The elves in front of them are only a mere tiger-level. They are shivered by the dragon-level pressure above, and their whole body is trembling and their teeth are constantly trembling. Not to mention flying away, they can't even respond to Fantesi.

The next second, a ball of soul power enveloped the elf, forming a circular energy cover to protect it. Then Fantsi grabbed the energy ball and threw it out in the direction of Danasus in the distance.

"Let's go!" He roared, and the energy ball flew to the extreme speed.

I thought the nine dragons above would inevitably intercept them, but I didn't expect that until the energy ball went far away to the shadowless place, the eleven people above were still hanging motionless in the air. Against the background of the scorching sun, only those eleven pairs of cold and shining eyes were staring at them.

"That little thing can't save Danasus." A indifferent voice finally rang in the air: "You can't save either."

"Haha... Moonlight City is counting on the moonlight floating shadow that can block eleven dragon levels?"

Someone chuckled in the air.

The black shadow hanging at the top asked faintly: "Subdue? Or die?"

Although Fantesey's eyes were all focused on the top, his ears kept listening to the movements around him. He could feel the subtle earthquake in the earth. Needless to say, the enemy battalion, which seemed to be silent before, had already marched on a large scale, and not only the direction of the enemy battalion, including the harbor location. This was a front and back attack, trying to round up the elves of Danasus, along with the Moon God Expeditionary Force of the Blade Alliance!

Fantesey's mouth curled slightly, he was still too tender. In fact, when the sea dragon blocked the harbor, as the commander, these things should have been predicted in advance through various clues, rather than just being suspicious guesses... But now that things have come to this point, regret is useless. He can't do much now, and he can only expect miracles.

It’s a pity that I came here with great ambitions, but now I’m defeated by misjudgment of information. Even myself and all the brothers around me will die here!

He did not respond to the question in the air, his eyes firmly locked on the enemy above, and the white tiger magic figure on his body was constantly gathering and solidifying.

Four to eleven, and the eleven dragon-levels with a strong momentum at first glance are probably more than half of them in the dragon... To be honest, whether it is Fantesey or the musical notes, De Broglie, and even the most optimistic and brainless Motto, they all know in their hearts that they are likely to be doomed today.

But so what?

"Brothers..." He spoke slowly, his eyes cold and fearless, but instead had a hint of teasing: "What do you say?"

The three-person group had quickly gathered to Fantesi's side, and the four of them stood back to back.

De Broglie licked the corner of his mouth, but it was not the nervous subconscious action, but a hint of excitement: "Is this more important?"

Yin Note silently took out her string feather, and Mo Tong next to him rubbed his lower inch hard, then spread his hands, and two seemingly heavy sky-high axes appeared in his hands.

Bang!

The two giant axes hit hard, rubbing out a harsh sound of golden spear. Mo Tong salied and wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead. The rest was already extremely crazy: "Nonsense! I finally got a big job, do him!"

There is no point in delaying time. At this critical moment, they will not have any reinforcements. If they continue to drag on it, they will only be constantly eroded by the powerful aura condensed by the eleven dragon levels and be constantly weakened until they completely lose their fighting spirit.

If you want to do it, that is now! If you have the opportunity, you will break through, and if you don’t have the opportunity, you will take the lead!

boom!

Four terrifying soul powers suddenly exploded on the four people at the same time.

Fantesi's body disappeared in an instant, and the originally huge white tiger magic image had shrunk to only about four or five meters long.

The larger the ghost-level magic image, the better, the more important it is to have a momentum and be empty; but the more refined the dragon-level magic image, the stronger it is! The more murderous aura in the pair of sensational tiger eyes is even more amazing.

"Roar!" The white tiger roared, and its small body, huge energy, and terrifying whistling sound swept towards the hole above like a strong wind. Not only did it directly blow away the eleven dragon-level pressure, but the corners of their clothes were also hustling!

"The Dharma Body of the Yuanshen..." Several eyes in the air condensed slightly. The ability to refine the Dharma image to such a level can already be called the Dharma Body of the Yuanshen. It is only one word different from those mutated Dharma image. It also represents an extreme of the Dharma image. However, the latter represents the ultimate of the Dharma image, while the former represents the ultimate of the power of practice!

This is the power that can only be qualified to master in the dragon. Among the Rose Dragon-level information known to the Nine Gods, only Heiwukai and Winnie have reached this level. But I didn’t expect that this fat man, who is the most inconspicuous and weakest, has reached such a state in the Rose Jiulong?

Crack crackle!

De Broglie's Dharma image is opened almost at the same time, and the huge Dharma image is revealed, and the magic image is the demon god!

Although he did not reach the level of the soul Dharma body as delicate as Fantersey, the black current that shone at that moment was breathtaking, as if it turned into a thunder gun and circling around him. His red hair stood up one by one, floating in the air, with green faces and fangs, and his eyes wide open as if a demon came to the world.

There was no change in the body of the notes, but when the stringed feather spread out, a holy halo appeared behind her head, like a fairy under the bright moon, exuding a holy sacred that people couldn't help but want to worship.

Only Mo Tong.

The bronze skin expanded in an instant, tearing the iron armored clothes, and his body began to expand rapidly, three meters, four meters, five meters...

"Magic God-turned!" A pair of eyes in the air suddenly condensed, even more surprised than seeing Fantersey's soul Dharma body.

The God of Martial Arts was synonymous with the top powerhouses of the beast race. The alienated body did not change into the form of a monster, but also existed in the form of a human, but its body shape would expand and transform into a giant, but it was not as clumsy and slow as a normal giant, but had a faster speed than a normal human of the same level!

Stronger power, faster speed, this is an invincible, truly unreasonable form, and it is also the real orc who once caused the most headache and fear of humans. But Motong is obviously a member of the eight tribes...

"The Eight Tribes are the oldest bloodline in this world. Their bloodline has all the possibilities. As the two oldest races in this world, it is not surprising that there were some things mixed in their bloodlines. Mokhuraga has a certain behemoth bloodline. Asura is even more rumored to be the common ancestor of Yasha and Hailong..." An arrogant chuckling sounded in the air: "Ha, noble bloodline? I can't see it just a bunch of mixed people."

"The dragon level is not easy, it's a pity to destroy it." The strong man at the top was still unmoved and said lightly: "I will give you one last chance to surrender to the Nine Gods, so that your family can be worry-free!"

"Do you think it's possible?" Fantesey sneered: "Idiot!"

As soon as the words were finished, it seemed like the secret code agreed upon by the four people, and the fingers of the notes were tweaked.

~~

Dozens of huge sound wave circles with a diameter of ten meters suddenly rippled towards the top layer, rushing straight to the nearest long-robed dragon-level above. The two lightning and thunder spears of De Broglie were De Broglie!

The huge sound wave oscillation has a strong paralysis attribute, and the speed of departure is extremely fast, far exceeding the normal sound speed. The speed of the thunder spear is almost the same as that of the sound wave. The dragon-level action was slightly affected by the sound wave, and the thunder spear had pierced through him.

“Solve one?”

"I didn't win!" De Broglie was shocked, and only a phantom was pierced, with no substantial feeling.

To be honest, after participating in the Moon God Expeditionary Force, he spent the most time on training with the notes. He knew the sound wave assist of the notes very well and was familiar with each other. His cooperation had reached a perfect level, but he suddenly attacked just now, but he was still easily avoided by the other party.

"It's not that the one who stands at the bottom must be the weakest." A few chuckles sounded in the air, and the next second, a huge white sword light slashed straight towards the notes from the air!

Yin Note was not afraid, and there was no expression on his face. He grabbed Wuxian with his left hand, but instead of a counterattack, but a gain state start.

At the same time, a huge figure of six meters high had arrived as expected in lightning, blocking the notes. Two sky-high axes pushed upwards and the gain sound waves of the notes also took action at the same time. The time was just right. As the sound wave rushed into Motong's body, the original bronze skin suddenly changed color and became golden light. The power seemed to have increased to a certain level in an instant. Not only did it forcefully spread the sword light that was bound to be won in the air, but the remaining momentum was not stopped. Two terrifying axe lights actually killed the master of the sword light at an extremely fast speed.

Martial Goddao - Makhuraga Shuangshou is shattered!

boom!

The two axe lights that were slashing quickly instantly hit the figure of the long robe. The deafening sound of weapons blocking him, and the terrifying force rushed him into the sky and suddenly threw him dozens of meters high.

Bang ~

He finally stopped his body, and his whole body suddenly shook, sweeping away the power of the two slashes. His shining eyes were full of murderous intent. The long sword in his hand buzzed instantly, and a bright blood color shone on the sword body. The solemn blood-colored soul power spread throughout his body, and when it was released, it was like dazzling sword lights.

Demon Sword - Yakun!

The Nine Gods have three swordsmen. Not to mention the undeserved number one in Tian Jianlong, there is also the Demon Sword Yakun and Ghost Sword Crusoe! Although his fame is not as great as Tian Jianlong, he can be called the three swordsmen of the Nine Gods together with Tian Jian. The strength of the Ghost Sword is imagined. As early as a decade or twenty years ago, he was already a master of dragons on the continent. He has been famous for a long time. At this time, he took action against several juniors and was overturned by one of them with an axe...

The strange power of Makhuraka...the next sword will kill you!

Yakun's eyes showed fierce light, but as soon as he looked down, four afterimages rushed to him.

A shining thunder spear condensed, unlike the lightnings coiled around De Broglie before, this thunder spear shone like an aurora, completely transformed into reality. The sharp spearhead actually had a sense of breaking through the air like a peerless magic weapon. Not only was the power of thunder and lightning condensed, but its sharpness was far beyond the imagination of the swordsman. Before he could get close, the torn wind pressure had already pulled a blood mark on the forehead of the demon swordsman.

The Demon Sword Yakun instantly predicted his attack track and his body began to tilt.

The speed is good! No matter how sharp the spear is, it must be able to stab the enemy to be effective. Compared with your own speed and experience, this Lei Zhan is too tender!

As soon as his thoughts arose, the dodging movement had not been completed, the string feathers of the notes had already played, and layers of sound waves turned into substantial circle marks, instantly appeared around the demon sword Yakun, followed by...

Smack sex~~
To be continued...