Titan and Dragon King

"Get off!" Muria glanced at the three spirit-level werewolves. "Look that you haven't abandoned the dragon, I will spare you my life."

"..." The three-spirited werewolf was silent and did not respond. The body also did not move, and there was no intention to retreat.

Below, the werewolf still continued to hand the claws to the Sword of Sorcerer, but the Sword of Sorcerer had its own spirituality, the blade fluttered, and the thunder and flames that burst on it became more and more fierce, leaving the werewolf with only bones' claws , Began to crack. It did not allow anyone other than Muria to hold its hilt.

"Looks, I still have to give you a lesson!" Muria sighed, her body light shone, and the huge dragon body quickly shrank and changed into a young human figure with black hair and golden pupil of about 1.5 meters tall.

"However, I don't bully you!" Muria, who was transformed into a human form, reached out a hand, wrapped around a wind and thunder, burning golden dragon flame, black shaft, and a halberd with a golden halberd appeared in his hand. Muria's first exclusive weapon-the war halberd.

"As long as you can pick me up."

"After your attack, can you let us take the Red Dragon Outlet away?" A soul werewolf looked at the halberd in Muria's hands with a dreadful voice, and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, the premise is that you can survive." Muria smiled, and then compared to the werewolf's body more than four meters tall, at this time the relatively small figure disappeared instantly.

Then, Muria's figure appeared on the head of a guarded Soul Werewolf, holding a halberd and holding it down, without hindrance, like a hob cutting butter, and carrying the Soul Werewolf with armour. Claw cut off.

Subsequently, the crescent-shaped halberd fell from the right shoulder of the werewolf, and was cut obliquely from the left abdomen. Black and red blood spilled into the sky. The werewolf's body was diagonally split into two by Muria's halberd and fell from the air. .

"Too weak." Muria disappeared again, and then two screams sounded in turn. The three spirit-level werewolves had no time to resist. Without encountering Muria, he was chopped into mutilation and lying on the ground. Lamenting, lingering.

Even if it turned into a human form, Muria's physique still surpassed these werewolves at this time, coupled with the almost indestructible edge of the legendary metal forged prison halberd, so no one can fight these three werewolves Muria hits.

"Let's lie down aside, too." Muria rushed to the back of the Red Dragon Outlet, kicked in a pair of paws that had been burned by thunder, and was about to explode the werewolf's jaw, and there was a crackling bone. Kick it into the air.

When it was too late to respond, Muria waved the halberd of the prison, a halber cut it into two pieces, and even a pair of claws with it.

A painful scream sounded, and only the intact skull and half-chested soul werewolf lay on the ground, panting heavily, gasping in his terrible wound, wanting Re-grow.

However, every time he grows, he is destroyed a little by the golden thunder and dragon inflammation attached to the wound. This is the remnant of the force left behind when Muria attacks, which suppresses or even aggravates the opponent's injury.

The same is true of the other three werewolves. The wounds cut by Muria were entangled with thunder, preventing their injuries from recovering.

Soul-level creatures, even if tortured by five horse corpses, doesn't matter, as long as they can connect those limbs, they can grow up and recover again.

But like the situation with the four-headed werewolves, there is a remnant of Muria's power, so don't have the naive idea of ​​being able to grow up.

"The result is beyond your control!" Muria glanced indifferently at the four werewolves below, and then, in a loud roar of the dragon, Muria once again turned into a dragon form, heading towards Variant Fly away.

He didn't worry that the four spirited werewolves could stand up and rescue the red dragon. He was chopped into this way, one life is considered to be half, and the remaining half can support his erosion of them, it is still a question.

Today, there are two of the four soul werewolves. It is good to have two of them. If they can survive, the power level will definitely fall, and it will be directly discarded.

Because, in addition to not slashing their heads, Muria basically didn't keep their hands. Before, they already looked at their morale and gave them a chance to escape, but they did not cherish them.

As an evil race that was inherently hostile to him, Muria naturally couldn't say anything more about kindness. Well, the main thing is that Muria has no interest in them. He already has a dragonized wolf pack.

Regarding camp opposition, this kind of thing can not be forcibly distorted by the "education" of the day after tomorrow. Under his hands, even the evil five-colored dragon can only be a good dragon.

"Sister Cassanna, the green dragons, let me deal with it!" Muria unfolded the wide wings with feather-like dragon scales, flew over Variant, watching at the level of the seven-headed soul. Under the siege of the Green Dragon, the Golden Dragon Road was difficult to support.

"Are you kidding me?" Seeing Muria's oppressive dragon shadow flying nearby, the extremely old green dragon turned his head to look at the place where he had just fought, and he was just too arrogant and wanted to talk to her The red dragon who grabbed the position was pierced by a huge epee at this time, lying motionless on the ground, as if dead.

"You killed the red dragon outlets!" The extremely old green dragon looked at Muria in horror.

Among the dragons, there is an unwritten rule, or hidden rule. It is forbidden to kill each other between dragons. Even evil dragons and good dragons will basically not kill each other.

The dragon that defeated one side ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The dragon that defeated the side is generally mainly imprisoned, expelled, and exiled, which basically will not hurt the other's life. This is the tacit understanding between dragons.

For example, the extremely old green dragon never thought of killing the golden dragon Caslana, though, so a large part of it was afraid of being retaliated by the golden dragon clan she belonged to.

However, the main reason was that she wanted to capture Cassanna, and then asked the Golden Dragon tribe to ransom.

"No, I'm still alive." Muria said indifferently, Yao Jinlong pupil looked at some of the gold-level green dragons that began to evade him.

"Hoo!" The extremely old green dragon breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Muria, who had been standing in front of Golden Dragon Caslana,

"Honorary Golden Dragon, how do we draw this battle? I will take my tribe away."

"Go?" Muria glanced back at the dragon's body. The dragon's scales were broken in many places, and Kasrina, who was still bleeding, turned her head to stare at the extremely old green dragon. go?"