Dragon-Marked War God

“Eight dudes, come on. ”

Jiang Dunling stepped out of the sky, the blink of an eye reached close to the eighth son, his palm waved, the horrible real dragon hand stamp swung out again, the horrible dragon claw was like a huge heavenly barrier, when his head pressed down, instantly covered the eighth son.

“It's impossible. ”

The Eighth Son felt unparalleled pressure, like the summit of Mount Tarzan, and he even felt the breath of death, which was so strange and so true to him.

There was almost no hesitation. The Eighth Prince hurried to spread his wings and turned around and ran. He was not a fool. If he knew not to run at this time, he would have no chance at all. Jiangdust after the dragon change, his fighting power increased tenfold, and he could not be fought at all. In the entire Yu clan, no one was an opponent of Jiangdust except the captain of the feathers in front of him for a day in the land realm.

The river and dust in these states, beneath the earth, is invincible, truly invincible.

“Want to run this time? It's too late, your feather speed, in front of me, is unbeatable. ”

Jiangdu's cold voice, like King Yanluo's, directly sentenced the eighth son to death. The eighth son had just made an escape posture, the speed of the river dust was faster, and the horrible real dragon's hand stamp was directly depressed.

Boom...

The impression of a giant hand is like the pressure of a mountain falling down, and the void of the pressure bursts.

Ah...

A terrible scream rang, a terrible big hand stamp struck the eight sons, a feathery dance, carrying a lane of blood.

The next moment, the eighth dude shook up in their eyes, he was not dead, but it was not far from death. He was covered in blood, his feathers had all fallen off, and his fleshy wings barely supported him from the sky.

“Quite stubborn. ”

Jiangdu snorted, the Tianlong sword appeared on top of the head of the Eighth Son at the next moment, this sword, the Eighth Son can no longer hide.

“Stop, don't kill our son. ”

Captain Featherman, who is fighting Nie Xiaoying, sees all this in his eyes. If the Eighth Son is killed in front of himself, he will be punished by the Patriarch even if he can go out alive in the future.

The Eighth Prince is an important member of the Yu clan. The Jedi can't die.

“Your opponent is me. ”

With the rise of Nie Xiaoying's battle, the Sword of Surprise became more and more powerful. Captain Yu was allowed to deal with Jiangdu. Now Wu Gang occupied the absolute upper wind. As long as Jiangdu killed eight sons, the entire Yu clan would be in turmoil. When that time comes, it will be time for them to win all.

How could Nie Xiaoying miss such a great opportunity? At this time, it is up to her to cooperate with Jiang Dun.

Brush!

Captain Yu did not have time to save their young master, the miserable eight sons, cut in half by a sword of Jiang Dun, the blood sprinkled in the sky, can no longer die.

“Eight dudes. ”

Captain Featherman shrugged and howled loudly, but the more he did, the more disturbed his mind became. Under the attack of Nie Xiaoying, he became more visible and wolfish.

“The Eighth Prince was killed. The Eighth Prince is dead. What do we do? ”

“The disciples of Wujie are too strong. Even the Eighth Prince is dead. We are doomed. ”

“Neither do we have an advantage. These people in the Wujie are as desperate as they are to beat chicken blood. How can we beat them? ”

…………

The feathers were in chaos, there was no formation at all, even the last bit of fighting spirit disappeared, all the feathers had begun to regress, and the Eighth Son was killed. This hit them too hard, and all of a sudden they lost their main bones.

This is the same as the Wujiang side, although both sides have captains, the actual main bone on the Wujiang side is Jiangdu, and the real main bone on the Yu side is the Eighth Son, not the captain of the Yu, which is determined by identity and status.

“Everybody listen up, pull out, and rendezvous with the other two teams. ”

The captain shouted out and had to give an order to withdraw. He had already seen that the Yu people had lost all their fighting spirit, while the Wu Jie was a warrior, one like a tiger.

In this case, if we continue to kill each other, the feathers will eventually be killed.

Without saying that he can't even deal with Nie Xiaoying, Wu's disciples are as fierce as tigers. Just saying Jiangdu, the human monster, is enough to destroy most of their feathers.

Anyway, this war, it can't be fought.

When the captain of the feathers shouted an order to retreat, a feathering disciple, as if he had heard an amnesty decree, immediately abandoned his opponent and turned around and ran.

Although they can't fight, if they want to escape, there is no problem at all. The Yu people are confident enough in this regard. They are going to run. Even if the disciples of Wu Jie use a hundred flying tokens at once, they will not catch up with them.

“Wow, Birds, now I want to run, it's over, Dog, I've got a big fight, I can't run any of it. ”

At this point, a burst of laughter burst out of nowhere, the big yellow dog that had not appeared in the battle before suddenly appeared.

“Ha ha, bullshit. ”

Xie quite laughed twice, the moment I saw the big yellow dog, I knew that all the feathers here were finished, the big yellow dog is a real master of formation, this point, Xie quite had been taught before not entering the Red Ridge Mountains.

“I said why didn't you see Da Huang just now? It turned out to be another technique. This time, the feather man is finished. ”

Zhang Qing said.

“Yes, the great array under the great yellow cloth, although the feathers' masters can be broken, we do not give them the chance to break, as long as the great array stops them a little, we kill them all. ”

Han Dong was also a force of momentum. Almost as soon as they saw the big yellow dog, they had judged the end of the feathers, just as they had dealt with those feathers before.

“Damn, it's that dog again. ”

“We're stuck here. We're stuck here. ”

“Everybody do their best to break the law. ”

…………

The Yu clan is in complete disarray, now they can't even escape, the rest can only be endless panic.

“Kill, don't give them a chance to break the line. ”

A disciple of Wu Jie, a mad killer of the past.

At this moment, the disciples of Wu Jie were all excited and thought that at the beginning, they had been framed by the great conspiracy of the Yu clan, trapped in the Eight Famous Arrays, and exhausted the pain of the law of formation.

Now, let the Yu people also have a long trapped smell, and let them feel that true despair.

“Cactus board, it's my turn. ”

The big yellow dog went wild, his torso suddenly turned like a hill, back to the wing of light, towards the feathers' camp, and ran straight into him.