Super Dragon Cultivation System

"You guys aren't over yet, when I'm furnishing?"

Zhang Xing smiled coldly: "Long Yimin, interrupt them!"

(Body sh n) The space-time dragon beside him smiled strangely, (Body sh n) suddenly disappeared into the air, and then appeared again ...

"I wait for my prayers, the faithful vows of eternity ..."

When the fifty thousand mage regiment bowed their heads and whispered a poem, they saw that the last sentence was about to be completed.

boom!

Suddenly there was a huge dragon in the team.

Long Yimin's face still had that weird smile on his face, and his (body sh n) body swung sharply in place.

Crackling is a slam.

The mournful wailing sounded from the mage.

"Ah! What is this?"

"How did he appear?"

"Run!"

"Combatants come over to help!"

"..."

After a brief period of chaos, a huge panic screamed all the mage's faces.

"Ah! It's a train!"

The mages began to flee, and the soldiers rushed forward to prepare for a long time with Long.

But after the space-time dragon fell across a large magician, (body sh n) disappeared in front of them all out of thin air.

Leaving a group of soldiers who looked at each other and wondered.

"What's up? What's that dragon from?"

Gobley asked with a frown.

"Under your Majesty, we don't know how that dragon appeared, but that dragon is beside Zhang Xing (body sh n)."

Marshal Spark also wondered.

"Is it what magic Zhang Xing used to teleport the dragon over? Is it a magic circle?"

Gebring murmured to himself.

"hateful!"

"Clean up the dead and wounded magician and let the Third Army cast!"

Gobley put aside the doubts in his head and continued to order the curse.

He really did whatever it takes to cast a (forbidden jin) spell and scrap 50,000 mage, showing how hard his heart was.

The 50,000 Masters of the First Army not only lost their magic powers, but their ranks went backwards. They couldn't make half a step in life, and even some people would die early (death si).

Because the magic (forbidden jin) curse is not played like this, their level is not good, and the effect of (qiangqiang) 's performance is either (death si) death or retirement.

The soldiers' legion in front of the third magician's legion waited closely, staring at each other's (body sh n) with wide eyes.

"Roar, our great **** of fire ..."

"Oh! They started singing again!" Zhang Xing's eyes flashed, and he had to continue interrupting them.

"Long Yimin, you go again."

"Use your flame that burns the sky and sings the ground, sing the overture of (death si) ... (forbidden jin) curse, lava ..."

Two more words will be completed. The soldiers of the Soldiers' Legion will let go of their burdens. Maybe it was a coincidence last time.

But this idea hasn't waited for the moment, the last two words of the Master League just miss the exit.

boom!

There was suddenly another dragon in the crowd, and after a few rotations, the magician who was killed and wounded all over again disappeared.

"I'm furious!"

Emperor Gebrey, who was always watching the status of the Master League, stood up for a while.

He pointed down angrily, his lips lingered for a long time without saying a word. He didn't know what to say, could he still yell at Zhang Xing?

No, it doesn't make any sense. It can only increase the jokes of the other party.

At this moment there is no deterrence of the magic (forbidden jin) curse, those Warcrafts start to move stupidly again, their hairs are erected, their waists are bowed, their limbs are clasped to the ground, and they are ready to impact at any time.

"It's okay now, you can continue to attack!"

With a wave of Zhang Xing's hand, a faint voice passed into the ears of all Warcraft, and floated towards the fifth defensive front.