Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The Phoenician phoenix, with dazzling steps, avoided the heavy hammering of the big man. He stared at Sulena's arms: countless rough and messy arcane creations, rivets, Iron chains, ropes, and even mud were glued to his dark green skin. Those things looked so familiar and so unfamiliar that Zhan Shuai couldn't judge their usefulness at all.

The dark green Roshan raised his huge arms high from the horrible pit. With the punch just now, he at least disintegrated the ten-foot radius of the soil into the smallest particles, the steel weight shining with dazzling psychic energy. The fist did not give Fugen any time to react, and with the terrible wind pressure that made people breathless, it once again disturbed the soft silver hair of the lord of the legion.

The swords and fists intersect, and the metal blades burning with sacred war flames lie between Fugen and that steel heavy fist. Accompanied by the creepy sound of friction, friction, splashing a string of dazzling scarlet sparks! The sacred and magnificent bright flames burned the heavy steel punches coated with a layer of astronomical mucosa, and the fiery blades could not easily cut them.

And that crackling, like thousands of thunder snakes, frantically dancing psychic lightning, trying to disintegrate the phoenix’s long sword, was blocked by the blazing sacred flames. The spells of both sides can help no one else. , However, Sulena has an absolute advantage in power. Every bone in the main body of the legion is wailing and trembling. The ground under his feet is like a spider web. Under the pressure of the war chief, there are all kinds of things. The horrible crack collapsed downward and fell.

"boom!!!"

Finally, Fugen, with the blessing of triple divine art, was completely defeated by the dark green horrible Roshan in the contrast of power. He was thrown to the ground with a punch. The huge burning body was deeply plunged into the pale yellow sand sea. Among.

Fortunately, at the last juncture, he sacrificed a magical technique of memory, turned it into physical energy, and propped up a purple-gold divine energy barrier. Only then did he barely resist this terrible blow. However, his chest His golden scale armor was still struck with terrible cracks, at least there were two ribs, and it made a crisp cracking sound.

"That's it? I thought you could fight better!"

Sulena let out a desperate roar, the countless green leather devices on his arms flashed with dazzling thunder light, accompanied by deafening thunder, and creepy mad laughs, in a flash of time, thousands Thousands of emerald green psychic lightning, centered on his right hand covered with astroplasmic mucosa, exploded in all directions, dancing wildly on the wet deck!

The violent psychic lightning instantly filled every inch of space within a radius of twenty feet. They are flying, roaring, roaring, tearing, destroying, and destroying everything they can see. The long sword of the phoenix, the breastplate of fine gold, and the white flesh and blood are completely submerged by the emerald green lightning storm.

The red blood gurgled out along every zigzag lightning wound, destroying every inch of skin and every piece of armor of the Lord of the Legion into a scarlet and emerald green psychic wasteland.

Fukun was almost fainted by this lightning storm, he vomited blood, his eyelids turned up, and he let out a terrifying howl!

Suddenly, the surging storm of divine energy transformed into skeletons and dead souls burning with red karma. These dead burning fire, centered on the lord of the legion, converged and merged into a surging wave of death, whistling. Moving, tumbling, spinning, following Greenskin's arms, trying to swallow it completely.

Every hot bone claw, every burning big mouth, violently tore the solid metal and dark green flesh and blood, trying to tear the huge green skin into the smallest dust, which is enough to cause ordinary people and death. The magical skill of the gods can only cause some insignificant skin and flesh injuries to the green mountain of meat.

However, with this magical technique, Fukun managed to relieve his breath from the blow of the green heavy fist, and his eyes burned with blue flames representing arcane arts! As a sacred magician, he gave up a magical field in exchange for the ability to use some arcane magic. And as the level of divine art is increasing day by day, now, as the champion of Hextober's selection, he can already use a nine-ring arcane.

"Psionic augmentation instrument. Damn it, Baita can't make this kind of thing, you **** greenskins, you learned it from there?"

Fukun stubbornly raised his head, he lost too much blood, and his beautiful face was pale like a white paper, showing a crazy smile, purple-gold eyes, looking at it like a Frankenstein, his whole body covered with messy and terrible nails. The amplifying instrument, and the green Roshan of the Mithril thread, let out an angry roar.

Dozens of golden fragments continued to fall to the ground from his broken fine gold breastplate, and the purple robe covered with his own blood was also drifting freely in the harsh sound waves of the war chief's roar.

"For the Empire!"

Suddenly, Fugen's body was filled with a terrible wave of magic energy! The vast and boundless arcane wave, centered on him, burst out all around! The surging turbulent sky and waves, roaring, roaring, and dancing, swept everything within a forty-foot radius! The psionic instruments tied to his body collapsed one by one and stopped. With terrible explosions, wisps of black smoke emerged, and the mithril threads fell apart and shattered into countless pieces, even that layer. The stellar sticky layer covering the iron claws also disappeared without a trace under the scouring of the arcane wave!

"Mage cracking technique! Isn't this bean sprout a priest???"

Looking at the amplification instruments on his body, they collapsed and destroyed. The war chief uttered an unbelievable roar. Although he lost his weapons and equipment, he still occupies an overwhelming power advantage. A pair of huge steel punches seemed to be Two dark green meteors fell from the sky, roaring at Fugen's broken body.

The lord of the legion, who fell into the wind in the confrontation of power and was almost beaten to death with a punch, had no plans to wrestle with the opponent anymore. With a vigorous posture, he immediately dodged backwards, avoiding his horrible steel punch like a meteorite. By the way, he guided an arcane spell and injected it into his own long sword. The fiery blade seemed to be wrapped in a layer of scarlet blood, and it was boiling under the burning flames!

"hiss--"

It was another swift slash. The tongue of flames melted the steel armor at the moment of licking the steel armor. The rough leather skin also melted and deformed rapidly in the hot and high temperature baking, just like glass. It became extremely fragile, and was easily torn into countless pieces of dark green broken pieces by the sharp blade. People can even see the dense and white bones inside the flesh and blood through this charred cut.

At the same time, the boiling blood, laughing and infiltrating into the opponent's wound, as if mercury fell on the ground, it is pervasive, passing through the charred and carbonized blood vessels, sucking the blood of the big guy's body, and using the flame sword as the medium to bring them all. Back to the body of the lord of the legion.

In an instant, Fugan's handsome face filled with a crazy smile regained his blood, and the lord of the legion swung a blazing sword and slashed at the wound again! The long sword in his hand, at a dazzling speed, dashed through the aisles with afterimages in the air, like a lumberjack, continuously slashing on the opponent's scorched wounds!

Second, third, fourth!

Slashing four times in a row, the destruction sword burning with terrible magic flames directly smashed the arm bones full of the thickness of an adult's waist, the scorched flesh and blood fragments, and the sharp bone fragments fluttering in the wind!

"Roar!!!"

Sulena lifted his right hand in pain. Without the connection of bones, the remaining flesh and blood arm was unable to bear the huge right fist wrapped in thick iron, and the creepy sound of flesh and blood ripped through the sky! He raised his right arm painfully, but was horrified to find that his right hand had smashed a huge hole in the desert. Between the broken limbs, there were only some rough leather skins connected to each other.

Warm blood, accompanied by large pieces of broken flesh and blood, fell from the sky, like a pouring scarlet rainstorm, watering in the earthy yellow desert.

"Ha! Come again! Green bastard! Killing you, my deeds can even surpass some Augustus in history!"

The purple phoenix, who had initially gained the upper hand, let out an arrogant roar. He wielded his burning giant sword, like a purple-gold afterimage, and quickly rushed to the opponent's feet. He raised his knife against the original wound again, and tried to chop. Drop one of the opponent's feet and completely deprive the opponent's ability to act!

"WARBOSS is in danger! Go back for reinforcements! Hurry up!!!"

Seeing that his boss actually fell into a disadvantage in a one-on-one battle, the green-skinned big guys who dared not get too close to their boss because of the anti-magic shackles around them, urged the wild boars at their feet to reinforce the center. , But those Phoenix Guards, also wearing gold armor and purple robes, were like a purple barrier of flesh and blood. They stopped by the legion commander's side. They let out a terrible roar against the roaring green-skinned cavalry. , Took the lead in throwing a heavy spear, then drew the long sword, and launched a countercharge against the cavalry!

The green tide and the purple wave collided fiercely. The countless Phoenix Guards, who were unable to use magical skills in the anti-magic field, immediately fell into the wind. Many people were directly pierced by sharp spears. When he lost his chest, golden shields and armor fragments were flying around, and his body became the flesh and blood flag on the weapons of those big brothers.

"Augus is here, everything will eventually be wiped out!"

However, none of the Phoenix Guards chose to retreat. They firmly believed that their legionnaires would surely achieve the final victory in the battle. Soldiers screamed the battle roar of the Third Cyrenaica Legion and whizzed at them. The green skin frenzy that came, raised the long sword in his hand aloft!