Proficiency: practice thousands of times

Not only the Zhelong host of the same race, but also the Zhelong host of the human race beside him also made him feel deeply threatened.

Even when he faced the protoss-level titan dragon host, he had never felt such pressure.

Relatively speaking, the newly awakened Dikui seem to be easier to deal with.

Cecilia opened his hands, arousing a large amount of golden energy, directly breaking through the space on one side, forming a deep space passage.

No one knows where the other end of the space channel is connected to, except for the two of them, the Zhelong host who came here to visit.

The only thing is, all the seraphs are very clear, let these two dragon hosts step into this space passage, and the encirclement and suppression operation will fail again.

After searching for many years, this is not the result they are happy to see.

"King of God!" They looked at the King of God, waiting for his final order.

"Do it." The God King said in a deep voice.

boom!

The majestic sacred energy instantly turned into a series of pure white barriers, completely blocking the upcoming space channel.

Then, a group of seraphs condensed their condensed holy weapons one after another, bathed in divine fire like a god king, and rushed towards the three dragon hosts in the field.

"Trouble." The middle-aged man of the human race said coldly to himself, and a large amount of golden light condensed in his beckoning hands, turning into a bronzing machete in his hand.

Compared with the size of these angel protoss seraphs, his height of more than two meters seems a bit insufficient.

But at their level of combat power, size has never been the key factor in determining strength.

With one slash, the golden knife qi tore through the layers of sacred energy, as if cutting off the pure white sky with one slash.

A seraph held a long spear, approached the middle-aged man, stabbed out with a spear, and the endless divine fire instantly extended to the middle-aged man and engulfed him.

However, the seraph's eyes trembled the next moment, and he flapped his wings and flew to one side without hesitation.

The second golden saber energy pierced through the divine fire, cutting off half of his wings.

If it was half a minute slower, the location of this slash would be where his physical body was.

Dangerous intuition told him that he could not block this knife, so he could only dodge it in advance.

Augusto then rushed to the middle-aged man of the human race, and a stronger divine fire fell down the tip of the gun, continuously burning the opponent's physical body and the soul of the dragon.

After several researches and tests, they already knew that the sacred fire transformed by the sacred energy can cause the greatest damage to these dragon hosts.

It is difficult for these Zhelong hosts to be killed by an ordinary attack outbreak.

Therefore, these seraphs are using the power of divine fire at this time.

"That's why I hated the angel race back then, second only to that human race."

The Dikui kept dodging the holy fire coming from all directions, and seemed to be the most embarrassed under the firepower of the seraphs, not as calm as the other two dragon hosts.

I started to have a fever yesterday, probably sheep.

Chapter 383 Vulcan

After a burst of divine fire, the middle-aged man of the human race was still holding a knife, and his gilt armor was still to the original degree of damage, and there was no sign of further damage under the devastation of the divine fire.

And his body was also unharmed.

The golden energy knife in his hand also glowed with a layer of flame, igniting blazingly under the golden light, like the sun's divine fire.

The extreme high temperature instantly distorted the space, evaporated everything in the air, including the tiny impurities in the energy, leaving only the purest energy remaining around the flame.

He took a step forward, facing the sky, and slashed down with a single blow.

Divine Fire Profound Art·Vulcan!

The terrifying artistic conception of fire is attached to the knife, and the bursting flame knife turns into layers of ripples, which is a sign that the space is about to shatter.

In an instant, under his knife, there was already an endless sea of ​​flames.

The sacred radiance was dispersed by the golden sea of ​​flames and compressed into the corners of the four corners.

The middle-aged man standing on top of the sea of ​​fire also looked like a god, the real Vulcan.

Augusto flew upside down, rolling continuously in the air, and only stopped after sweeping more than ten kilometers.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, and the blood was quickly evaporated by the heat wave swept by the flames below.

If he hadn't been a Protoss, he might have been buried just now with the knife from the opponent.

The sea of ​​flames below is enough to incinerate any super star envoy!

On the other side, Cecilia, who has become the host of the dragon, also confronted the god king of the angel clan.

Both sides held long spears and attacked each other several times.

"You are the god king of the contemporary angel clan, right? You have some potential. If you don't die, you are expected to advance to eight wings in the future."

After the battle, Cecilia said lightly.

The God King didn't say a word, he wasn't sure what the other party's purpose was for talking to him.

Maybe this angel god clan strongman was a member of the kind and lawful camp in the past, but now that he has become the host of the dragon, the god king knows very well that this clan is completely different from the past.

It is the soul of the dragon that controls this body!

The spiritual seed planted deep in the god king's body continued to erupt with divine power, covering the whole body of the god king, trying to forcibly suppress the opponent.

But this Zhelong host who was born in the angel race is also extremely powerful. His god king spear can't break the spear in the opponent's hand, so he can't even gain an advantage in this battle.

In this case, the problem becomes serious.

He can fight against the dragon host of the angel race, but no one can deal with the middle-aged man of the human race.

At this moment, the middle-aged man had landed on a wounded seraph alone, and was staring at him coldly.

"Ah!" The seraph mobilized all the sacred power in his body, bursting out with divine fire that wanted to devour the middle-aged man on his body.

However, at the next moment, golden flames also appeared under the middle-aged man's feet, swallowing the seraphim's divine fire almost instantly.

At the same time, the seraph was reduced to ashes under the golden flame of the middle-aged man.

A protoss-level powerhouse fell so easily.

After finishing the beheading, the middle-aged man still looked indifferent, and his eyes fell on the other hovering seraphs.

If it was just this level of blocking, they might not need to leave here in such a hurry.

Augusto gritted his gums when he saw this scene, but he was helpless.

The difference in strength between the two is too great, and he can't save his companion at all.

Knowing that maybe only a strong man of the same level as their god king can fight with them.

And among their angel gods, although there is a group of protoss, they are not as powerful as the king of gods.

The God King was also aware of this, and his divine thoughts spread to the minds of every seraphim, giving instructions.

Don't fight against the enemy, mainly to entangle and delay time to protect yourself and your companions.

Every seraph is an important force in the angel clan, and he doesn't want to lose too much in this encirclement and suppression operation.

Just wait a moment, and their reinforcements will arrive here.

Just as he was thinking like this, a purple light in the distance flashed across the sky like a shooting star, approaching here at an extremely fast speed.

The spear in Augusto's hand turned into a series of chains, grabbed a gap, and tightly entangled the middle-aged man of the human race.

Shenhuo and gun skills are useless, he wants to take the initiative to change, and use this method to surround the opponent for a while.

But the difference in strength between the two is too great in all aspects. The middle-aged man's divine fire ignited and easily melted the chains transformed by the sacred energy.

In the light of the fire, a pair of eyes rolled and stared at him indifferently, which made him feel chills in his heart.

The breath of death was getting closer and closer to him, and the actions just now seemed to make him the next target of the middle-aged man.

hum!

Sure enough, a golden flaming saber energy tore through the space and arrived in an instant.

Augusto didn't even have time to react, he just felt that the spirits in the sea of ​​consciousness were trembling.

Seeing that he was about to be beheaded, a purple light and shadow flew towards him one step ahead, appearing in front of him, a purple long knife slashed out and collided with the flaming knife energy in the void.

The huge energy impact shocked Augusto back.

When he reacted, he also sensed that the purple figure blocking him was Wang Yu.

"Be careful!" Seeing Wang Yu's figure being engulfed by the flames, Augusto, who knew the power of the opponent's flames, suddenly became worried.

"It's okay." Wang Yu's voice came at this moment, which made Augusto feel certain.

When the energy impact dissipated, the flame was directly scattered by a mass of purple.

The Zhelong energy in the flame returned to the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man looked at the mass of purple, and fluctuations finally appeared in his indifferent eyes.

It's like being awakened the emotions and memories that have been buried for a long time as a human race.

"Huh? The memory fragment of the human race that has been unable to be retrieved before has become loose!"

Even the middle-aged man himself was surprised.

Soon, memory pictures with a sense of age began to appear in his sea of ​​consciousness.

There were not many memory fragments that emerged, but it made the heart of the middle-aged man who was already the host of Zhelong tremble. Looking at the purple energy emerging from Wang Yu's hand, he was both surprised and apprehensive.

After all, if there is nothing wrong with the memory fragments, most of this energy comes from the power of the most difficult opponent back then, the human emperor Ziwei!

Today, although Emperor Ziwei has been dead for thousands of years, his power has been passed down to this day, and he still appears in front of him.

This was the reason for his astonishment and fear.

After so many years, I never expected to see the power of Emperor Ziwei again.

Thinking of this, his always stiff and indifferent cheeks unconsciously raised a somewhat complicated and incomprehensible smile.

"Speaking of which, the original owner of this body has a close relationship with Emperor Ziwei, so I can't be wrong with this feeling."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, his voice was still hoarse, but there were some inexplicable mood swings.

On the golden machete in his hand, the boiling flame flickered on and off, like little waves in his heart.

Surrounding Wang Yu were scattered fire snakes, releasing extremely scorching heat, like little suns hanging in the sky, enough to melt everything.

But this kind of high temperature is meaningless to Wang Yu.

Not to mention his eleventh-level bloodline characteristics, the strength of Ziweixing's spirit body, and his tenth-level fire resistance, which are enough to offset many fire damage.

The high temperature didn't affect him at all.

His eyes swept across the audience, and he had a panoramic view of the situation.

So many seraphs were actually on the losing side before he came, which is enough to show the strength of the other party.

After receiving the news from the God King, he came here as soon as possible. Fortunately, he came in time. If it was later, the loss on the Angel Clan's side would be even greater, and it might also allow the other party to escape, and the bamboo basket was empty.

His eyes swept across the enemy's seraph, and it was not a big problem with the god king to contend with.

Then it fell back to the middle-aged human man who was playing with fire.

Just because of his identity as a human race, Wang Yu was very concerned about him.

It has never been seen before in appearance. It is worth mentioning that the gilt battle armor worn by the other party is retro in style and unique in shape.

Although most of the rune lines were damaged, Wang Yu could still see that the level of the lines inscribed on this battle armor was quite high, which had already exceeded the current rune research level of the human race.

Obviously, this is a piece of rune equipment forged by the human race in ancient times, and the original identity of the person in front of him must also be the ancient human race.

It's just that now he has become the host of Zhelong's soul, just like Lin Mo, the coach of the Greedy Wolf Army, left a deep impression on Wang Yu.

"Unfortunately, I missed this rare host." The middle-aged man looked at Wang Yu, who had been inherited by Emperor Ziwei, and felt a little regretful in his heart.

If the other party becomes a member of the Zhelong host, not only will there be one less difficult enemy, but also an extra host with great potential to act, which will definitely be a great help in the future.

It's a pity that Wang Yu was not found at the beginning.

Now that Wang Yu has risen, he has also cut off the possibility of becoming the host of Zhelong.

The flames on the golden machete in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly rose sharply, and even the arm holding the knife was enveloped by the flames.

The next moment, he rushed straight to Wang Yu at an extremely fast speed.