Titan and Dragon King

This is a deity who sacrificed the entire city and let himself incarnate. The method is extremely brutal. Few gods do this. This is generally what the devil does.

"Ban!" Seeing this **** incarnation, the amethyst ancient dragon's expression couldn't help but be dignified. This is his existence that he can't compete with at all now. He should only sense the blood around him to know the current **** incarnation Strength has risen to the top where the material world can reach-the pinnacle of legend!

"This time, I don't know how many people will die." Amethyst Cologne, who was bitter in his heart, secretly thought that in the face of this level of existence, even he may be killed.

But the problem is that he must not escape now. Without him, all the dragons and giants will be slaughtered by the tyrannical **** before the support of Symphus arrives. net.

If it dares to escape, even if he survives by chance, Muria, the lord of Xymphs, will never let him go. Among the orders of Sinapus, it was already clear. As a general who commanded the army, once he dared to abandon his subordinates and escape alone, it was the end of beheading.

"Formation!" Even if Amethyst Gulong was bitter in heart, he also summoned his subordinates to form a battle formation, and even let the giant legion below form a battle formation, so that the force of the legion blessed itself. This kind of power does not agree with him, but there is no way to do it now, it can be dragged on for a while.

"Let the little guys who come down to support retreat, as much as they can go!"

Amethyst Dragon haunting the light of a rainbow-like gorgeous element looks down at the professionals of all races who are righteous and come to support, and sighed slightly.

Then he looked at the incarnation of the **** in the distance. The dragon's teeth bite and rushed straight up. The help message had been sent. He should not need to support it for too long.

"Struggling in vain!" The incarnation of the tyrannical **** standing above the blood pool looked at Gu Long, who was condensing the power of the Legion in the distance, and did not make a stop.

What's the point of an ant that can be strangled gently, even if it doubles again? With a little bit more force, it's not easy to choke.

"Let me see, how brave is the crazy Titan and the son of the dragon, dare to wage war against us?"

The **** of tyranny standing on the blood pool, devouring the essence of life in the blood pool, and constantly increasing the strength of this incarnation. If you fight against creatures such as Titan, there is no strong body, but it is impossible.

expensive!

At this moment, the **** of tyranny who was thinking about saw the dragon that was haunting the power of the legion rushed at him, his face suddenly showed disdain, and he held the sword in his hand as the body continued to grow. , I lifted a Jianmang between my hands.

After ten breaths ~~ The amethyst ancient dragon with chopped marks on his body flew out, hitting him in front of the giant battle array, his chest slowly undulating, he was about to be directly hacked to death by this **** incarnation, this Every wound that the incarnation of the **** caused to him was unhealable.

tread! tread! Step ... The sound of stepping on the rubble came, and the **** of tyranny, who had drained all the essence of life in the blood pool, walked towards Gu Long toward the giant legion that was waiting behind him, and stopped in front of this severely injured Gu Long. Indifferent eyes looked down at him.

"Reptile, do you feel it? The gap between me and you!"

"Sad fellow!" Hearing the taunt of the deity to himself, the amethyst cologne was very stingy,

"How many believers have you sacrificed for your current strength? These guys will not know until death that you will use all their souls as fuel for your current strength!"

"It would be an honor for these ants to die for me."

"But without that group of ants holding up your seat of God, can you sit on it and look down on all beings? Sad guy, blood sacrifice to his followers, you are digging your own grave."

"Oh!" The mouth of the **** of tyranny cracked slightly, revealing a look of sarcasm. He didn't sacrifice his followers in blood, could he keep killing these guys?

However, he did not explain too much, but kicked it out, kicking the ancient dragon like a small hill. When he was not in the air, he raised the bone sword in his hand and stood up. Next, the body of this ancient dragon was divided into two, and the crystal-clear purple dragon's blood spilled on the ground, which looked rather miserable.

"Now it's your turn, I want to let the half-breed know what it will cost to offend me!" The **** of tyranny no longer cares about the ancient dragon with only one mouth left, and walks towards the giant army in front of him .

The dragons above have already shown signs of collapse. The ancient dragons that gathered so many powers were directly cut off by the incarnation of these gods. Even if these guys go up, they will die. Fighting against him is meaningless at all.

"Evil god, die!" Facing the threat of this powerful deity, the giant in the front row raised his weapon and rushed up, while many giants in the rear took out their weapons and threw at the god. It ’s useless to escape anyway, it ’s better to be stiff, the **** with eyes above his head despises them.

Huh! No matter what kind of weapon, when approaching Bann's incarnation to a certain degree, it automatically hovered in the air, then silently and silently started from the forefront, gradually turned into powder, and spilled on the ground.

boom!

In the face of the giant trying to attack himself, Bann cut it out with a sword. The giant's strong body, strong armor, thick tower shield ... everything was divided into two under the sword of Bann, blood. The space in front of me ...

"Boy, didn't I let you go, why didn't you get out and stay here?" The priest, Aum, who was not too old, looked at the young man standing in front of himself, and was very funny and funny.

"I can't go. I'm a paladin. I can't give in to face evil." The Paladin replied in righteousness. The people are full of perseverance, even when they see the giants standing in front of them, Rows of rushed up, and then row after row, they still do.

"Please rest assured that I will never let this evil **** hurt you until I fall."

"I saw you such a stupid guy for the first time." Ender's words had just finished, and he felt an irresistible force coming from behind him, and then his body was lifted high in the air.

"What caused you to have the illusion that I need you guys to protect me?" The priest holding a mace larger than Ender's body in his hands looked up at the young man with a disdain on his face. Smile.

"Boy, what you have to do now is to give me a good living, and if you have a chance, take revenge for me." After speaking, the seemingly fragile priest stretched out his hand and threw this in armor, not to mention Hundreds of kilos of paladins also threw several kilometers.

"No!" Ender in the air saw the archbishop who liked to be tender, holding the staff in one hand, the mace in the other, the follower giant, and launched an assault on the evil **** ...

"Why is there no one to support it?" The elf girl lying in the giant's blood pool looked at the incarnation of the evil gods who were killing the Quartet not far away, her eyes showing despair.

"Ban! You're looking for death!" The space was trembling, a space-like space crack appeared in front of the elf girl, and then slowly expanded, a pair of palms with armour protruding from the space crack, and then A severe tear on both sides, a black-haired figure came out of it.

"His Royal Highness Muria!" The elf girl lying on the ruins looked up at the slender figure standing in front of herself, her eyes showing excitement. She had the good fortune to see when she had just arrived in Sinapus. To this noble existence.

"As a god, but for ordinary mortals, you do n’t want a bit of a god's face?" Muria stared at the incarnation of the **** who came down quickly through a blood sacrifice of a city, his face showing the disdain and anger .

"Is there a difference? Didn't I drop this incarnation to deal with the ants, etc.? Whether it is a legend or a mortal without the slightest power, the same ants are in my eyes." The class standing on top of a pile of giant corpses En's incarnation was extremely indifferent, even if Muria appeared on his face, there was no trace of movement.

"Then I'm a gnat in your eyes, too." Muria asked with a mild smile on his face.

"Of course." The **** Bann, who was wearing a heavy armor and seven meters tall, replied indifferently.

"So **** of tyranny, have you tasted the taste of being chopped to the ground by ants?"

"Um ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Humble mortal ..."

"It seems you are gone, but you are very honored today. You will be fortunate to experience the taste of being chopped down on the ground by me. I hope I can remember it forever."

Muria stepped forward and walked towards the tyrannical god, his body gradually grew, and was equal to Ban's incarnation.

Every time he encounters the incarnation of the god, Muria regards it as the best opportunity to sharpen himself. These gods who have lived for many years, even if they are not qualified, can reach the peak as long as they study a skill. In terms of Asia, every **** incarnation is the best whetstone.

"I thought wearing a suit of legendary armor would qualify me to be hostile? Ignorant ants!" Seeing Muria, who walked slowly, holding a sword of bones, he walked down the hill piled by giant corpses. .

when!

There are two people who are still 100 meters away. They disappear in situ in an instant, holding the weapon in their hands and chopping them together fiercely ...