1032: C1032 When the Black Dragon came out, one was for two people!

C1032 When the Black Dragon came out, one was for two people!

Zhao Hesheng was from the Eastern Li Country. With his Tristar Warlord and cultivation, because he offended the big shots of the nobles in the palace, he was sent to the front line to be a captain.

At the moment, he was being attacked by two Jing Hong Empire Tristar Warlord s together. With so many injuries on his body, he was almost unable to persevere any longer.

In addition to the fact that his comrades had fallen one by one, his confidence had been waning bit by bit.

The two enemies continued to grow braver as the battle went on.

Moreover, there was an unending stream of soldiers behind them.

As long as they were able to break into this place, the entire fortress would be broken.

With this end, the Coalition forces's morale was already completely gone, they could not see any hope at all.

Zhao Hesheng couldn't concentrate on the fight either. As soon as he became distracted, he was sent flying by the enemy's kick.

The next moment, another enemy rushed over like lightning to make up for his mistake.

Zhao Hesheng's mind was still clear. He wanted to dodge and then counterattack.

However, his severely injured body was no longer able to control itself.

The attack from the left was only half an inch away from his throat.

If his body wasn't injured, he only needed to bend his waist slightly to easily dodge the blade.

Zhao Hesheng silently sighed in his heart. He was going to die here.

He did not close his eyes and just stared at the blade. He wanted to see clearly how he died.

But at this critical moment, he felt a shadow pass by on his right.

Then, there was a loud bang.

He looked over to the source of the sound and couldn't help but open his mouth in shock.

The enemy with the sabre flew into the air like a rubber ball.

Bang! Bang!

Bang

All the Jing Hong Empire air warriors blocking in front of them were smashed into pieces.

He was like a lump of iron, those warriors were squashed in the mud, unable to withstand the impact.

It was not until the enemy disappeared into the horizon that Zhao Hesheng finally came back to his senses.

He remembered reading from an old book that there was a powerful beast race a thousand years ago.

They were huge in size and were born to be warriors. One of their most powerful combat skills was the Wild Blast.

Of course, that was just what he thought. He did not think that there were still any beast races present.

There were many human warriors who had learned this combat skill, but were unable to unleash their most powerful attacks.

In the blink of an eye, he turned to look. In front of him was a fellow comrade dressed just like him.

Zhao Hesheng gratefully nodded his head.

He was just about to clasp his hands and bow to Zhang Xuan.0

Suddenly, his expression changed and his pupils dilated as he fearfully looked at the back of his benefactor's head.

A figure leapt high into the air, wielding a heavy, three-foot-long saber with both hands. As fast as the wind, the saber slashed downwards.

"Get out of the way!"

These two words flashed across Zhao Hesheng's mind in a flurry of anxiety.

He was about to pounce on his benefactor.

However, the next scene that occurred in front of him left him in disbelief.

Just as the blade was about to cut down, the benefactor's right leg was suddenly thrown backwards.

It was like a tail that fiercely lashed at that Imperial soldier's body.

With a loud boom, that warrior's body was instantly smashed into smithereens, and he was kicked into the air.

Next, the leg swayed twice in the air before retracting.

Zhao Hesheng's eyeballs almost fell to the ground when he saw this.

F * ck me! What kind of martial skill was this?

It was simply unimaginable that a person could train his legs to such an abnormal state.

In the next moment, the figure in front of him disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of another comrade who was about to be killed by the enemy.

He ? Who is it?

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