1077: C1077 squashed fly

C1077 squashed fly

The corner of Zhang Xing's mouth twitched again. What if this goes on, how could Hei Bao and the rest become like this!

Do you even want the dignity of a dragon?

Can you guys be any better!

"Alright, let's not talk about brotherhood."

"If this chatters on, the enemy will fall asleep."

Zhang Xing had no choice but to interrupt them.

"Ugh!" Sorry, boss, I couldn't stop talking for a moment. Please forgive me! Forgive me! "

The Hei Bao bowed and said to Zhang Xing.

Zhang Xing waved his hand casually.

Hei Bao turned and roared: "Fight! "Brother!"

The drowsy Wyvern Army all became excited.

They all raised their heads at the same time. Their eyes revealed a fierce light, and their faces were filled with an unconvinced expression.

The Dragon Warrior pointed his spear forward and shouted in unison, "Forward bravely, fight till the bloody end!"

A dragon battle of varying numbers and strength had begun.

The nine dragons, one in front and one behind, charged towards the eight thousand wyverns.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with the roars of giant dragons.

The four dragon shadows were the first to rush into the army of wyverns. They were like a bulldozer, pushing forward horizontally.

Wherever they passed, wails and wails rang out without end. Those flying dragons were clawed by them, and their tails swept in the air. None of them were their match in a single move.

Any flying dragon within the range of the attack would be sent flying and splattered with dragon blood.

Huang Zheng and the rest of the five Class VII dragon followed closely behind, beginning to make up for their mistakes.

In the blink of an eye, the sixteen squads of wyverns were thrown into chaos.

Kowloon was doing the M movement.

Back and forth, they attacked the eight thousand Wyverns.

The wyverns who had previously been unconvinced were now completely convinced.

These nine True Dragons were terrifying to the extreme. They seemed to be tireless, and the more they fought, the more valiant they became.

At first, the wyvern was brave enough to proactively fight against the Hei Bao's four dragons.

But after about ten minutes, they were scared and began to cower.

As a result, the battlefield changed into a state where the Hei Bao's four dragons were chasing after the flying dragons and attacking them.

The wyvern fled everywhere, not even listening to the orders of the Dragon Warrior.

Anxious, Dragon Warrior screamed, but he could not do anything.

Although these flying dragons had low bloodlines, they were still six Class VII dragon s, and were considered treasures in the eyes of the Dragon Warrior.2

If it were any other magical beast, the spear in their hands would have struck their bodies long ago.

The Hei Bao and the rest were too cruel, they would sometimes rise up and grab a wyvern and bite off its neck, and then tear their bodies into eight pieces.

This bloody scene scared the wyverns so much that they shrunk their necks, rolled their eyes, and hid everywhere.

Seeing this scene, the Supreme Realm elders of the Jinghong Army all felt a chill run down their spines.

If dozens of their Six Star Venerable One s were to battle against these eight thousand wyverns, even if they could not be killed, they would at least die of exhaustion.

In comparison, they could see the difference in strength between them and the nine dragons.

In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed.

More than half of the eight thousand flying dragons had been killed.

The intense atmosphere, coupled with the fear in the air, made the flying dragons feel extremely exhausted.

But Nine Dragons was still in high spirits, not a single trace of fatigue could be seen. He had always maintained a proud and full state.

The dragonrider asked the heavens. Oh god! Aren't these nine dragons f * cking tiring?

Are they dragons or something?

Even if it was a puppet, they had to replenish their spirit stones in time before they could continue fighting.

Could it be that the source of the nine dragons' power was air?

Breathing air at every second, getting stronger?

Who the hell would believe that!

They wouldn't believe it even if they were beaten to death.

But in fact, they had guessed part of it.

What the nine dragons breathed was the dragon Qi drifting from the Dragon Island. It could also be said to be the air.

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