Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Shh, shh! ”

A few warcraft heads flew halfway across the sky, black blood splashed like rain, and when they landed on the ground, a little white smoke broke out.

Black Jack danced a song of killing in the acid rain, cleanly slaughtering the remaining warcraft, and rescuing the Turing elders.

But more warcraft discovered something strange over here, and their heads turned in the direction of Blackjack.

On all sides, the eyes of a pair of green oils blossomed in ferocious light, and these beasts came running towards them in small steps, gradually accelerating, like an Ironclad Cavalry Regiment.

“Run!”

Blackjack changed his face and put the Turing elders directly behind him, pulling his legs and running.

These warcraft are independent actions. There is no “brain”. Thousands of armies trample on them. Even the more powerful magicians must retreat.

The Blackjack Adventures' sisters fought and retreated. From time to time, many sisters were entangled by tentacles sprayed from the back of the warcraft. Their bodies were torn apart with an eye-catching wound. Large chunks of flesh were torn off, rolled away and the scene was bloody.

More warcraft emerge like a tidal wave, and there is a gradual trend towards four-way siege.

“Blackjack, you go first! ”

Hera, the dragon girl, and Natasha, the head of the mercenary regiment, yelled almost simultaneously, "Go to the transmission array first, we'll cut it off later! ”

The two most outstanding women in the rear palace volunteered to stand up.

Dragon girl Hera took a deep breath, instantly, the face and body emerged a large scale of magnificent dragons, surrounded by an atmosphere of not being angry and arrogant, like a layer of invisible flame, overlapping and spreading around.

It was as if there was an invisible dragon, coming out of her body, flying down the sky, staring at the earth, deterring all the warcraft around her.

Longwei!

Dragon Nation's own gifted skills can deter everything in heaven and earth with the wrath of dragons!

Even the fiercest and fiercest warcraft, in front of the angry dragon, must be cold and frightened!

But such a strong dragon power has to pay a terrible price.

In just a few seconds, Hera the Dragon became pale with a deep flame of eyes, like a candle in the wind, shaking.

The head of the female mercenary rushed up while the surrounding beasts stayed like wooden chickens.

She had just been seriously injured in earlier battles and was still wearing a bandage, which was stained with bloodstains.

And, uh, as far as Teresa knows, she's also silently under the "Devil's Curse”.

But she acted like she was intact and sharp for three days and three nights.

A giant sword with wide doors, waving like a windmill in a hurricane, the wounds tearing through the infiltrated blood, and like a cluster of flames, this tough woman, called “Sister”, lit herself up, transforming all her vitality into combat power, instantly chopping off dozens of heads of warcraft.

Warcraft's flood-like impulses were blocked by these two strange women.

Though, only temporarily.

But also, shocked enough.

Black Jack squeezed his eyes and made people lose sight of the emotions in his eyes.

He stared deeply at Hera, the dragon woman, and Natasha, the head of the mercenary regiment. When the moment came to an end, he ran behind the Turing elders in the direction of the transmission line.

Other palaces are used to this, and they follow Blackjack.

Theresa couldn't stand it, and she said, "Wait, we're just leaving. What about them? ”

Blackjack was slightly surprised that Theresa would ask such a childish question.

“They stay after the break. ”

Blackjack frowned, "Otherwise, no one can walk. ”

That's not wrong.

Tactics are also very reasonable.

Mercy or not, this is not a time of mercy for women.

But Theresa just couldn't stand it.

Perhaps it was Natasha, the head of the mercenary group, who, like her, was silently subjected to the Devil's Curse.

Theresa just couldn't stand to watch two girls, sacrifice herself and be devoured by the beast.

“Even if it's broken, we have to arrange a cross cover. The stairs are retreating! ”

She twisted her eyebrows, yelled, glared at her eyes, and looked at Blackjack without fear.

It was the first time she had freed her will so arbitrarily after traveling to the magical world and becoming like this.

It was also the first time she was confronted with an order against Black Jack.

The sisters of the Rear Palace were stunned, and I didn't expect Theresa to speak so loud to Black Jack.

Even Blackjack himself was slightly surprised, and two shadows appeared on the bottom of his eyes. It seemed unexpected that a woman dared to question and resist herself.

He took a deep breath and sighed, “Teresa, listen to me. It's not a child's spleen right now--”

“I don't listen, I don't listen! ”

Teresa was too lazy to talk to him, pulled out the knife and rushed in the direction of Hera the Dragon and Natasha the head of the mercenary regiment, "Sister Hera, Sister Natasha, let me help you! ”

When they got to each other, Hera and Natasha ran out of power, and their legs softened and they fell to the ground.

Theresa grabbed them in time, looked at them amazingly and smiled brightly.

“Let me help you. ”

Theresa softly said, "I'm here to fight with you. ”

“Ow, ow, ow! ”

A warcraft that had awakened from the shock of Long Wei rushed up first.

Theresa still looked gently at Hera and Natasha, lifting her left hand, five fingers in different directions, drawing magic symbols in the void, drawing simultaneously from five directions, drawing a complex, exquisite magic array in the void at one-fifth speed.

Knock, knock! Boom!

This tall, leaping warcraft was blown blue by Theresa's palm and froze into a pile of ice in the middle of the sky.

The uncontrolled ice pieces crossed their heads under inertial shock and fell behind them, turning the warcraft into fragmented ice scum.

This is the first time Theresa has been unreserved and has unleashed her full strength.

Even smoother than when she was in Pankova.

The Emerald Continent is truly a magical world, a magician's paradise, where spirits can manifest themselves in their magical nature.

In particular, the closer we get to the core of the Blood Warfare Magic Realm, the more intense the magical elements around us are, and many of the magic that cannot be performed in the Pangu universe can be easily presented here.

Theresa has no regrets, though, that this could be seen by Blackjack as really powerful and having an impact on subsequent actions.

She is a bright, bloodthirsty man, a gentleman who has nothing to hide from.

“Theresa...”

Hera and Natasha both had a flash of fainting.

“It's okay, there's me, there's us. ”

Theresa smiled slightly and looked back, just as she saw Blackjack's shady, tangled face.