Chapter 1612 (1/2)

”Coming!”

Dongfang Hemu looks ahead and suddenly unfolds his arms and sends out a low roar.

His arms were burning like a miniature sunspot. The light broke the darkness brought by the arrival of Warcraft. Like two swords with Aurora, they penetrated the rolling black clouds.

The fire came out of the East. After killing the devil for 80000 years, the power of blood burst out from Dongfang he's body. The sand and stone were pushed around him around. The huge rock made a roar, and a demon army with red inflammation and blood rushed out.

The body of the demon army is made of rocks, but it sublimates and burns under the fire, just like the legendary Fire Corps. The number is more and more. In a flash, it has reached the limit of dongfanghe's control ability. There are thousands of angry flame troops and 600 statues!

The six hundred demons opened a steel line of defense. Their backs bent slightly, and their feet seemed to have roots. They penetrated into the hot soil like a group of spring ready to eject at any time. The kinetic energy was stored in their strong and developed legs.

This is Dongfang he's ability. In an instant, he completed the inversion from a soldier to an army. Only the demon system can fight against the demon system. Half of Dongfang he's demon lineage determines his ability to be dark and cruel, while the other half of his human lineage determines that he will always stand in the human camp even though he has the ability of demon system.

The wind howled in my ears, and the six hundred demons roared in unison. The monsters burst out from the rolling black clouds in the distance, and the valley, which was still silent just now, quickly turned into a fanatical battlefield that could never be destroyed.

”I'll go! It's a good show

Buddha you was lying on the hillside. When he saw the light in front of him, he suddenly realized the difference between the lower world and the moon. Dongfanghe's strong demonic nature was rare in the past. Maybe only when Xia fan was angry, could he show the characteristics of similar enchantment. However, Xia fan's attribute was smart and sharp, far less than Dongfang he's iron lock across the river Straight and tough.

Xia fan did not speak. He was watching the creatures killed in the black fog. His strong sense of smell had made him predict the danger. Xia fan, who is good at olfactory discrimination, can't find a suitable word to describe it. The smell may not come from an animal, but it can also be the smell of death.

The black head is like a hammer from hell. When he appears, all hope and luck will be broken. The people on the scene are stunned. Even if they are the three heroes of Voldemort City, even if they are the famous Golden partners in the middle world, Xia fan and foyou, everyone feels the tremor from the heart and the cold feeling of neck, just like a sickle of death On the aorta.

It was the head of a dragon, but it was not any kind of dragon that Xia fan had ever seen. It was not as white as a pearl, with holy brilliance. It was like a dead dragon who died thousands of years ago and whose body was decayed in the stinking mire. Then someone dug up the decayed body of the dragon to revive him.

The breath of death permeates the valley at the moment of the dragon's appearance, surrounding the sky and the mountains. The decayed dragon scales stink. The black mottled teeth are like the hard lumps after blood clotting. In the eyes of the dragon people, there are even white insects crawling in the eyes, which are also filled with black paste like rotten food in the sewers.

Ghosts only know how the death dragon survived, but he appeared like this. He burst out of a mysterious black fog, spread its fragmented wings, and rushed to the three heroes of the demon city waiting in the valley and gave out a furious roar.

The malodor of the dragon is like a hurricane of category 12. It almost destroys the valley, and large pieces of rock collapse from the mountain. Xia fan feels the sand shaking under his feet, and countless pieces of gravel slide from his head to the bottom of the valley.

The three heroes of Voldemort city have no face. They never dreamed that the prey they are waiting for is such a monster. Shouldn't he live on the second or even the third floor of the lower world? Why suddenly ran to the most peaceful first floor? You know, this is the world of human beings, the territory guarded by the demon army!

”He is the second son of the flame spirit, and his father is the mount of Stanley, the red flame king.” Ni Cai's lips trembled and said that her pair of pink light wings were fluttering in the black wind and gradually lost their divine color.

Flame soul is the name of this series of magic dragons. It can become the creature of demon king's mount. Naturally, their rank is also King level. Yanhun has two sons, the son of yanhun and the second son of yanhun. Now Dongfang he is facing the second son of flame soul, level, second king level.

A king level demon dragon, the substitute mount of the demon lord Stanley, even came to a place so close to the city of Voldemort, and did not receive any alarm. Such a result will obviously make the whole world collapse. The city of Voldemort is on full alert, and the level five alarm is issued, as if it is facing a major enemy.

”You go, I'll hold him down!”

Dongfang he suddenly broke out, with an indisputable tone, ordered nichai and Jia Yuntian to leave.

In fact, Dongfang he did not have the consciousness of death. As the most powerful genius of the Oriental family for many years, Dongfang he always felt that he should stand on the top of the king, become the necessary and only leader of the demon subduing army, lead the human race to win the war that has lasted for many centuries, and let his boots step on the tomb of the thirteen demon kings.However, at this moment, Dongfang he suddenly realized that the road to becoming a king was not always smooth. Just like today, even with the power of nichai and Jia Yuntian, the three of them could not be the opponents of the second son of Yan Hun.

His only choice is to stand up like the king, shoulder the powerful enemy, protect nichai and Jia Yuntian, and withdraw to the city of Voldemort, leaving a seed of hope for the future of mankind, which is his dongfanghe's human setup.

So Dongfang he called out that sentence and ordered Ni CAI and Jia Yuntian to leave. However, he rushed up and tried to stop the attack of the second son of the flame soul with a steel torrent built by 600 demon troops.

Unfortunately, Dongfang he has the consciousness of being king, and nichai and Jia Yuntian also need to protect the glory of the Dragon slaughtering family. With Ni Cai's crisp singing, the pink light wings dance against the black wind, quickly protecting Dongfang he's whole body, while Jia Yuntian's hands hidden behind his back are full of blue tendons, and one muscle is stirring like steel bars.

Shua ~

the sword of heaven flies in the sky.

The white magic sword is like lightning tearing through the dark clouds. It shines with dazzling brilliance. It rises into the sky and disappears above the clouds in an instant. The speed limit rises to the far sky. Then it runs down from the high altitude, carrying the momentum of destroying everything.