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"Don't be crazy about the little yellow-haired girl! This commander wants to kill you-" At this moment, a black-armored commander swung the dragon cavalry spear in his palm, and rushed towards him with a 6 dragons covered with yellow scale armor. The two-meter long spear in this guy's palm suddenly pulled out with the strong wind and hit Zuo Wei's heart in front of him.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me." Zuowei sneered, and a flashing shield-shaped air shield suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand that was not holding the staff.

"Huh!" Zuo Wei greeted her with one arm. With a bang, the Black Armor Commander's arm was shaking violently. His dragon cavalry spear almost flew away. He shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible? A little girl can actually compete with my strength?!"

"Haha, are you very strong? I think it's very ordinary." Zuowei shook her wrist, and her spiritual shield was shattered and disappeared. She did not give the Black Armor Commander a chance to breathe. In the flash, she aimed the priest's staff at the enemy: "Hammer of Holy Light!"

"Bang!" The power of this hammer of light was invincible. It directly smashed the black armor commander riding the 6 dragons to the ground. The breastplate on this man's body was concave, and his bones were broken and his tendons were broken and his anger was dead.

"Swoosh-Puff!" Zuowei casually shot an arrow of light, piercing through the head of the 6 dragons of the yellow dragons without bias, and this guy fell to death in depressedness.

After all, Zuowei's own power and magic power have made rapid progress, all relying on Guan Heng to integrate into her bloodline with the help of the dragon soul, giving Zuowei the ability to easily kill the giant dragon and the black armor leader.

"Ahhhhhh---injuring my colleague, it's really abominable. Die!" At this moment, two black armored commanders riding the snake-necked monster dragon arrived fiercely, but Borui next to him sneered: "Only two of them come?! Humph, it's the result of dying again!"

"The Wrath of the Flame Demon!" Borui used the fire-type advanced spell skills without hesitation. The virtual statue of the fire giant in the air instantly condensed, directly burning the two black armored commanders who came over to fly ashes. The other party didn't even have time to scream.

"Look, the three commanders were killed by the other party!!" The dozens of black-armored warriors present were dumbfounded. They were completely scared by the terrifying combat power of Borui and Zowei. The next second, someone shouted: "We are not opponents, hurry up and run!"

This sentence was like a drop of water splashing into boiling oil and exploded. The black-armored warrior present turned around and was about to flee. At this moment, a violent and arrogant voice shouted: "Bold, those who retreat in the face of battle will die--"

"Puff puff puff puff puff!" The black-armored warrior who was about to escape back felt a chill of his neck. The knife light behind him had already cut their heads to the ground, rolling into pieces, and the headless neck was squirting out with bright red blood mist. At this time, some black-armored soldiers who had just arrived swung their bloody steel blades again and rushed over. They shouted: "Kill all the powerful human race, kill and kill--"

"Oh no, it's the ten teams of supervising the black armored soldiers!" The black armored warrior who wanted to escape was almost scared to see these demons who were shooting their swords at their own people.

The only difference between these black-armored soldiers and ordinary black-armored warriors is that they carry red helmets with a strong bloody smell. If there are people who are cowardly and retreat in the battlefield, the black-armored soldiers have the right to represent the commander of the army Kou Han and execute these deserters on the spot.

"I've heard it all, don't retreat, kill the powerful people of the human race with all their might, so that they can know the power of the Phantom Dragon Legion." The commanders of the top ten supervising black armored soldiers roared: "Even if they die together, they will be injured, kill and kill—"

The bloodthirsty and crazy military order quickly infected every black-armored warrior present. They finally realized: the left and right is dead, so why not bite the enemy hard when they are dying!

These crazy guys finally howled and roared at Borui and Zuowei. Borui had been through a long time and could barely suppress his position, but Zuowei, a little girl, suddenly couldn't bear it under the opponent's rushing attack.

"Oh no, Zuowei." Borui paid attention to the safety of his companions, and did not notice that a black armored commander bent his bow and arrowed his hand. "Swish--bang!" An arrowhead suddenly tore the air and rushed to Borui's face.

"Ah!" Borui dodged in desperation, and the flying arrow hit the shoulder.

"Bori, how are you?" Zowei was shocked when she saw Bori being injured. But Bori shook her head, reached out and pulled out the arrow, then took a sip of the ambergris recovery potion in her hand, and shouted: "Don't worry about me, fight the enemy seriously, don't relax."

"Swoosh swish swish!" Just as Borui and Zuowei turned into a critical situation, two urgent figures had already arrived behind ten commanders of the black-armored soldiers in the face of several ups and downs.

The two of them had a quick and incoherent body movement and were silent, and they took action without hesitation in a flash.

"Swish!" One of them shook the black cloak on his body and covered the head of a commander. The two short blades in his palm were then handed forward, and two narrow blood marks were left on the other party's neck through the cloak. "Bang!" Then he rushed to the other party's heart with his feet, and the brittle sound was ripped, and the other party died immediately!

It was Ruta who took action. It took less than half a second from the moment he moved his body to the easy killing of the enemy. Imira on the other side also quickly took action and directly broke the half of the ribs of a commander with her claw-shaped gloves.

"Pu, pu." Emira and Ruta attacked too quickly. When the third and fourth commanders fell to the ground, the others suddenly realized something was wrong. The remaining six commanders suddenly drove their mounts and scattered. They shouted in unison: "Who? How dare you launch a sneak attack!!"

"It is just right to treat you dragon clan's mess and the lackeys of the Demon Realm." Luta swept the dirty blood on the two short blades at this time, and he sneered: "Die!"

"Arrogant, let you see the power of our joint attack!"

The six commanders of the black armored soldiers in charge of the battle were worthy of being the first-class elite of the Phantom Dragon Legion. Two long blades and four dragon cavalry spears collided with each other. In an instant, a huge black fighting spirit of the Demon Realm was gathered, turning into a roaring and roaring huge black dragon, opening its bloody mouth to attack Ruta and Imira.

"Hmph, ancient martial arts flow, three-level tiger roaring bullet!"

"Bang bang bang!" Faced with the black dragon fighting spirit that rushed towards me, Imila was not afraid. She fisted continuously in the air, and the powerful fist force immediately condensed a tiger's image in the air. This is the mystery of ancient martial arts and flowing boxing techniques passed down by Imila's family, which condensed the extremely fierce fist force into concrete images, thereby completely shattering the enemy.
Chapter completed!