Chapter Thirty-Fifth: God General Fights Golden Dragon
The bright moon is in the sky, and the battle at the foot of Beast King Mountain is coming to an end. Only a few thousand of the 100,000 imperial elite soldiers led by Pauling are still desperately resisting the claws and fangs that are seducing people and killing people in the dark night. They are covered in blood, and their broken armor is covered with blood.
There are large and small wounds all over, and the bright red flesh is turned outwards, but the nerves have long been numb, and he can only wave the incomplete weapon in his hand mechanically.
Of the thousands of strangers, only about fifty of them were left closely surrounding Pauling. Nowadays, all human beings have to hug each other and bundle them together. Many people have already thought about retreating, but they look at the steady stream of people rushing towards them.
Fierce beasts and birds, if you want to escape intact at this time, you may not be able to escape the fate of being buried in the belly of the beast!
Pauling clenched his steel teeth and poured the cold iron sword in his hand into the mouth of a giant elephant, reaching as deep as the hilt. Thick plasma surged out from his palm, staining the soil under his feet smooth.
It was late at night, the man was tired, and the blade was blunt. Pauling drew out his sword and shouted violently: "Fight a bloody path and retreat!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's already exhausted bodies seemed to have been injected with a shot of cardiotonic in vain, and they tried their best to wave the weapons in their hands to cover their way.
More than a thousand people turned into an indestructible torrent of resistance to fate. The red weapons tore a gap in the beasts blocking the way. In the adversity of life and death, everyone maximized their potential.
, even those tough and fierce beast generals did not dare to take advantage of him.
The most depressing thing is the Red Flame Demon Lord who is fighting hard. There are already eight beast generals surrounding him. The flying sword in mid-air is tightly entangled by five demonic energies. It can't help but make loud and clear screams, and it is shaking.
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The crowd in the distance had slowly retreated into the forest. The three monsters beside him attacked fiercely with a muffled voice, without showing any signs of fatigue. Each attack was made with tens of thousands of force, which made Chi Yan's arms sore and numb.
I'm afraid it won't be able to last for half an hour if this continues.
Chi Yan finally made a painful decision. With his palms like the wind, he rolled aside the three incoming weapons. He picked up several gravels with his toes and shot them towards the three monsters on the opposite side. He leaned forward.
, jumped out ten feet away, and fled towards the forest like lightning.
The poor flying sword was also hit by five demonic energies at the same moment. It shook violently in the air several times and fell into dust with a whoosh.
Poof! The Red Flame Demon Lord spurted out a mouthful of blood, but his feet did not stop at all. He disappeared into the dense forest without looking back. The eight beast generals could only stop and sigh. Only the red anaconda with quick eyes and quick hands picked it up from the ground.
The flying sword was quickly hidden in his belt.
All the beasts will rush towards the forest of beasts together with the other beasts, leaving only countless seriously injured and dying beasts screaming in a pool of blood. The carcasses of the beasts on the ground exude a strong and pungent smell of blood!
On the top of the Beast King Mountain, the mid-air fight has just begun. This is the real peak showdown. The bodies of the four gods flashed, turning into four afterimages. The dark dagger in their hands was tilted, cutting up and down, like four splashes of ink.
The rainbow goes straight to the dome flood.
Qionghong's eyes were like cold water, standing tall, a pair of golden dragon claws swept out, forming a magnificent arc in mid-air, shaking all four daggers upside down.
The sounds of "ding-dong" and "choking" were heard endlessly, the scattered sparks flashed away like ephemerals, and the strong wind blew up in the sky.
This Claw Qionghong has used the majestic golden dragon energy, which shocked the four generals. The four of them made a series of false steps in the air, cut the short swords in half, and the sword light shot out like thunder and lightning, unstoppable.
"Well done." Qiong Hong shouted loudly, concentrating his claws, slashing horizontally and vertically. The shadow of his claws in the sky turned into an oval golden shield, protecting the whole person in it, and slashed with four meteor-like cold sword lights.
On top of the golden shield, sparks flew everywhere, but not even a single scale of Qiong Hong was hurt.
"Crack, bang, bang..." Metal-like cries echoed in the air, causing Liu Qiankun below to be dazzled. In the blink of an eye, the four men in black armor had struck him countless times!
The four generals' attacks failed, and they retreated suddenly. They raised the short knives in their palms to their heads. They didn't move, but the knives were already moving. The four black lights converged into a light column as thick as a bucket, shining directly on the golden shield. There was no light from the knives.
, there is no afterimage, only the spiritual energy that shakes the world, and the word "thunder" to describe its power is probably particularly inadequate.
"Boom!" The light beam violently hit the golden shield, and violent spiritual energy surged out like a tsunami. The golden light scattered, and the hunting wind blew so hard that even the small thatched cottage on the hilltop shook.
Liu Qiankun clearly saw the golden shield shattered, Qionghong's burly body standing proudly in the night sky, traces of blood oozing out from the low-hanging golden claws, and four short knives as black as ink sticking out of the bloody dragon claws.
It kept beating, but it couldn't get out of control.
Qionghong was victorious. He took away all the magical weapons that the four divine generals had spent thousands of years refining. The earth-shattering full-force blow was turned invisible by him. However, the strength of the four divine generals should not be underestimated. The seriously injured ones
Dragon Claw is the best proof.
Having lost their most proud magical weapon, the Four Gods were at home with this somersault. Their four dull faces were filled with frost that had not melted for thousands of years. Their empty eyes were fixed on the dagger in Qionghong's claws, and they inadvertently revealed their faces.
A hint of bitterness.
Zhan, I lost my life magic weapon. I can't get along with this unpredictable golden dragon today. Go, let's go, will it take tens of thousands of years to refine a magic weapon that connects the two minds? The four brothers have been silent for thousands of years.
For the first time, there was a surge of rage in my heart.
Qionghong raised the dagger in his hand and said, "Do you four still want to take the blood of the golden dragon?"
The person who answered was still the man in black armor. The muscles on his face twitched a few times, and he shook his head slightly and said, "Fellow Taoist, please return our magic weapon. The four Ganluo brothers will never set foot on Ten Thousand Beasts in the future."
Lin Banbu."
Unexpectedly, this guy actually answered the question incorrectly. Qiong Hong sneered and said: "Haha, do you four think Qiong is easy to bully?"
After saying that, he threw the short sword in his claws with his hand, and the four gods used one palm to firmly grasp his magic weapon in his hand, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"Humph!" Qionghong snorted coldly, and a goose egg-sized stone appeared in the golden claws. It was as black as ink and unremarkable, but could the object held in the dragon's claws be a mortal thing?
The four gods guarded their chests with daggers, and no one acted rashly. Their eyes were fixed on the pebbles in the dragon's claws.
Qiong Hong said solemnly: "If you invade our Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts again, it will be like this mountain." After saying this, he raised his golden claw and shot a black light towards a sudden and towering hill in the distance like an angry arrow.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, dust flew up, and even the bright moon was blocked by the dust. The entire Beast King Mountain shook in vain, and a little black light quietly turned back and fell steadily into the golden claws.
When the dust and smoke dissipated, the hill with a radius of dozens of miles had already turned into a puddle of powder and suddenly disappeared in place.
The four divine generals looked sad and thought to themselves: The magic weapon in the hands of this golden dragon is so powerful, how can it be something that our brothers can do lightly... The infinite fighting spirit brought by retrieving the magic weapon of his life was instantly destroyed.
The strands are hard to survive and turn into wisps of clouds and smoke.
The god-general named Gan Luo exhaled a stream of turbid air, leaned forward in mid-air and raised his hands to Qiong Hong, saying: "My fellow Taoist, your cultivation makes us ashamed, so let's say goodbye!"
After saying that, the four brothers made a move and turned into four afterimages and floated away. Qionghong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Hahaha! Qiong will not send you off." The sound shook Changhong and echoed endlessly in the night sky.
"Bah! Do you deserve to make such a big noise?" Liu Qiankun spat out the stone dust and sand in his mouth, complaining. He was in a daze just now when he was unexpectedly attacked by his sworn brother and was entangled by the sudden dust and stone chips.
It actually sprayed all over my face, but luckily the Silver Owl mask blocked a lot of it, so I didn't end up looking like a disgrace!
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