Dragon-Marked War God

“This, General Flying Ant, your people, is to blame! The death of Elder Zabler is your primary responsibility! Why didn't you tell us about it? ”

The old man of the Dhirling clan drank angrily.

“Zahiba, don't challenge my bottom line with your ignorance, you spiritual people, who can't do it themselves, who can you blame? Did you really think I'd be scared of you? ”

General Flying Ant sighed and drank, opposed to Zahiba, the chief of the Dili clan.

“Enough, our enemies are still on their way. Do you two want to fight at this hour? Quinoa Mountain, no outsiders are allowed to step halfway, the trespasser, kill the unforgivable! ”

The middle-aged woman sighed, saying that as the patriarch of the Bamboo, she was also the calmest.

“Some of the Mid-Term guys in the realm of the Divine Realm don't need you to make a scene. My local spirits can solve it themselves, General Flying Ants. We'll settle our bills later. The death of Elder Zabler will never stop me. Hmm.”

Zahiba whispered coldly, turning his head and leading more than twenty God-realm masters in pursuit of the enemy.

“What a lunatic. Xiao Hong, compared to you, he is a retard. ”

General Flying Ant's eyebrows locked tightly, he said with disdain.

“I can pretend you're complimenting me. The people of the Dhirling have always been extremely irritable. It's not the first time you've met them. ”

Xiao Hong said indifferently.

“Had it not been for the covenant of our four nations, I would never have let him go, and the Diling people, in my view, would have been a joke, huh? ”

General Flying Ant Road.

“Hope they make it back triumphant. ”

“I don't know what happened to the Fire Spirits, but this time I didn't come to the 9,000-year-old city treasure hunt. It did strike me a little. ”

General Flying Ant grinned.

“The Fire Spirits are not as good as the Earth Spirits, and those guys are even more arrogant. ”

Xiao Hong shook his head.

“Those guys, I never wanted to see them. ”

And General Flying Ant bites his teeth and says, "Who will restrain the people of the Fire Spirit?"

Xiao Hong chuckled, his hands wrapped around his chest, a dense patch of zebra, seemed to coordinate better than zebra, but only four people knew that it was not smooth as jade skin, but bright and soft fur.

Head, body.

On the edge of the ancient city, Zahiba is already approaching Jiangdu and others with more than twenty ethnic groups of his own.

“Finally found you, son. Did you kill Elder Zabler? ”

As the chief of the clan, Zahiba is naturally the leader of the group of male, his fists are tight, and he stares dead at Jiangdu and others not far ahead.

Zabul is his own brother. Otherwise, he would not be so angry, even if he called the whole flying ants, enough to prove that their brotherhood is deep enough. The earthly spirits are now leaning out of the nest. There are as many as four masters in the late realm of God alone. The rest are the mid- and early intra-communal masters in the realm of God. Faced with Jiangdu and others, this is completely random slaughter, of course, in Zahiba's view.

Jiang Dun and others saw Zahiba and others covered in stone skins and also knew that they had killed before, and Heran was Zabul.

“The demons of the earth spirits, have you finally come out? Just killed one, I haven't had any fun yet. ”

Dragon XIII carried the ultimate god stick and said with a hegemonic face.

The people of the Diling Nation were all angry, especially Zahiba, and locked Dragon XIII firmly.

“You killed my brother? ”

Zahiba Zhuzhu said.

“Kill him not many, kill you all, not few. ”

Dragon 13 does not see the people of the earthly spirits at all.

“Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well. ”

Zahiba waved, swept past, more than twenty God-realm masters, at this moment, embraced.

“Murderers, people kill forever. ”

Jiangdu took the sword and rose with Dragon 13, pointing directly at the master of the Diling clan.

“Ha-ha-ha, it's been a long time since I've been so happy, Master Dog. ”

A big yellow tsunami, a fart shocked heaven, between that, four or five early-stage spiritual masters of the realm of the gods, all smoked white face, before the hand, has been severely wounded.

Zahiba looked iron and blue, facing the dragon 13 and the river dust, with one enemy and two.

“Make a quick move and fear change. ”

Jiangdu looked at Dragon XIII and everyone dared not to be lazy and do their best. At this time, there is no unknown danger in the ruins of this ancient city, so they must quickly decide.

Ling Ying and Dragon Shadow led all the women, shot as electricity, as fast as dragon, is also unusually fierce, combined with the cold and yellow impact, Zahiba never thought that these Mid-term guys in the realm of the gods, even put other spiritual masters, to no avail.

The most tragic, also counting Zahiba himself, because Jiangdust and Dragon 13, whoever, can be alone, chopping him without talking, now the two of them together, Zahiba doesn't even have a chance to breathe, Borderless sword and foot killing machine, the world's worst club is not forced, Zahiba's face is white, without ten tricks, is continuously traumatized, the sword and shadow are lost, the slaughter is constant, Zahiba's two fists are invincible four hands, between the eyes, is the defeat formation, even no chance of resistance at all.

“I don't know what's dead or alive. ”

Jiangdu looked indifferently at Zahiba, five steps of the dragon, step by step to the immortal, one day after step, Zahiba erupted several bits of blood, there was no war in his eyes, only endless fears were left to be desolated.

“Get out of here!”

The ultimate divine stick fell, Zahiba deserved to flee, deep in the middle of a stick, almost completely dispersed him, through pulse size, blood coagulation, shortness of breath, Zahiba just wanted to walk away, but the sword of Jiangdu had flown, like a flying fairy outside the sky, a sword hole through his chest, Jiangdu pulled out sword, staggered sword light, sword shadow resonance, while Zahiba's body, was also stabbed by a cave, tumbling, backwards.

“No...”

Zahiba looked at Jiangdu and Dragon XIII with tremendous fear, as if they were demons.

“No, don't kill me, don't...”

Zahiba also leaned backwards, he finally knew why his brother was tragically killed in their hands, it was a massacre, the master of his own people, was already dead and wounded, these guys, too crazy.

“What a rat, dare build in my quinoa mountain. ”

After a blast of drinking, General Flying Ant stepped into the air. Behind him, Xiao Hong and his people, more than fifty powerful people of the imperial realm of God, followed, spread over the void, covering them with rivers and dust and others.