Monarch of Evernight

“Who!”

“Crazy! ”

The shouts are ringing, and the wind's angry elite mercenaries feel not fear but anger for the first time. Even the large tribe of this native race was beaten to the ground by them. In their eyes, the thousand nights were nothing more than a solo mercenary, and they dared to provoke the robbery, so they were impatient to live.

They looked at Thousand Nights carrying a gun and aiming at old Meng, nothing happened for a while, only a few of the most powerful people were horrified: “How did he move so fast!? ”

The crisp gunfire echoed through the black forest, and the long, near-transparent, atomic flame emanated from the muzzle, fading as if it were not a fire.

This gun was fired at old Meng. At this moment, several warriors of the Viscount rank had only one idea in their hearts. How come they didn't see the nuclear bomb?

Thousands of nights of gunfire are strange, but no one thinks the old Meng can't take it and get hurt at most. Old Meng is the first strong player in this team and one of the best in the whole wind rage. By his level, a long-range force gun of his peers had lost most of its threat, unless it had been sniped.

However, in front of everyone, the body of the old Meng suddenly began to disintegrate, instantly the entire upper body turned into a bloody mist, not even a larger chunk of meat could be found. His legs were still firmly nailed to the ground, in a defensive position.

The angry mercenaries of the wind have only one thought in their hearts at this moment: Old Meng is blown up? Bombed by a bullet?

They looked unconsciously at the thousand nights and saw that the face of the thousand nights was still silent and the gunpoint crossed, pointing at another Viscount of the Blood who had besieged the native warrior.

The blood Viscount's face went from stunned to extremely frightened, perhaps wanting to scream, but without waiting for him to make a sound, half his body was bombarded with blood mist, without even a chance of resurrection in the ancient blood pool.

At that moment, the angry mercenaries of the wind had a blank consciousness that made it difficult to believe the facts in front of them. Two strong men named after each other, blown up one by one? There is no room for resistance, not to say counter-attacks.

Move the gun again for a thousand nights, pointing to another blood Viscount. The Viscount finally had time to react and screamed in horror, turning around and running. He forgot, however, that there were all native races behind him, and that turning around was tantamount to rushing into enemy heaps.

The three strong men who were still adhering to the front also finally made a move, albeit with mixed reactions. The Viscount of the Blood and a tribal battle will rush into the night to stop him from continuing to use that horrific force gun. Another ethnic battle will be an opportunity to turn around and flee at full speed.

This will be the case for all other mercenaries, some fleeing, some calling for a thousand nights, others turning around in their places, not knowing whether to retreat or the battle.

In the face of the mercenary strongman, he grinned a thousand nights, Dongyue held his hand, and when he had a sword, he immediately cut the blood Viscount in half with a sword!

The people's war will be terrible, their faces twisted, desperately trying to stop the castration. Now rushing into the night is like rushing into the abyss. But he's already washed up. How can he turn around and run right away? If he flickers in the void, it's almost there, at least at the level of Magic Shuttle.

So he looked desperately at himself getting closer and closer to Thousand Nights, watching Thousand Nights turn, step, wave sword, Dongyue sword sweep across. He reluctantly erected a sword and cut it off to Dongyue, but there was a clear understanding in his heart that the sword would surely be of no use.

His force splits into two parts, then the sword splits into two parts, and finally the body splits into two parts. At this last moment, there was only one thought left in his consciousness: "Indeed..."

In the blink of an eye, the fierce battle of wind rage will fall for the most part, when even the bravest fighter understands that staying is death. But when they wanted to escape, it was too late, and the sky had sounded the waves of the sea, and infinite pressure had fallen on the sky, overwhelming them. Immediately after that, swordlight spread across the battlefield, all the angry mercenaries of the wind were slaughtered, except for the unattainable and immediately fled ethnic warlord. The Viscount of the Blood who broke into the native warriors is under siege at this moment, obviously not for long.

At this moment, when the realm of the thousand nights was not collected, the sound of the fluttering sounds continued to sound. A native warrior fell from a tree and hit the ground heavily, falling seven times eight, unable to tell where he was from. They crossed the line with the Angry Mercenaries of the Wind, unfortunately caught in the realm of the Thousand Nights.

These native fighters were able to boost their fighting power significantly with the help of the Black Forest, but their own strength was rather limited, which was less than the level of mercenaries in the rage of the wind, and where they could resist the great swirl of the sea at night.

Only a few of the native warriors are still able to sustain themselves and have not fallen from the tree. The only one who seemed comfortable was the tall martial artist, but one of his feet also slipped into an ancient bark, leaving a footprint. Obviously, he's not as good as he looks, he's really going to fight, he's going to come and go, that's not going to happen.

In between, there's only one left in the entire battlefield.

“Ow!!” Little Juggie shouted and stood up empty-handed, leaping dozens of meters into the arms of a thousand nights.

With only one sound of muffled sound, his face changed for a thousand nights, and he felt like he had been hit directly in the chest by a heavy gun. He was forced to take a step back.

Little Juggie held her tight for a thousand nights, and her little head rubbed hard in her arms for a thousand nights. I can't tell you how wonderful my face has changed over the years.

Little dude, this is not as simple as it looks. She's probably too excited to control herself. At this moment, the chest skeleton is moaning at night, and if the little guy is a little more powerful, he may have a few more cracks in his ribs.

The body of the ancient blood clan is indestructible. At least under the protection of blood gas, the defense is much stronger than the armor of a battleship. As for bones, although they have only just begun to be transformed by the blood of burning gold, which is a by-product of the construction of the body of the bath fire, the strength is not much worse than that of the human god.

In other words, to enjoy Junior Juggie's intimacy, you really need to have some strength. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Compared to when they were laid in the Black Forest, the little ones were so much more powerful that they more than doubled. There must be a reason why Juggie's genius won't be able to grow at this rate.

However, at this time of the thousand nights, she cared nothing about her growth experience, held her back neck with one hand, removed her from herself, and then carried it in front of her eyes, lifted her forehead hair, and examined the wound.

That old Meng had just been shot in the little guy's head, even though he knew that little Juggie was not strong enough to be under himself, he couldn't help but worry.

Juggie had a big, round forehead wound that broke a piece of skin in the hair. The wound was about the size of the nail cover, and as for the depth, it just broke a little skin, and the strand of blood bled through, and now it doesn't even bleed, and it's slowly shutting up.

Seeing such a wound, I let go of my heart for a thousand nights. In fact, he knew he didn't have to worry at all, but Song Zining directly took Little Ju Ji as a sandbag and blocked God from striking for a thousand nights. Even though less than half the power remains in that punch, after all, it is also God who will strike, and the power will be over the full force of the old Meng.

Little Juggie was only slightly injured at the time, and she was shocked a little, and now Old Meng is able to blow up Juggie's skin with a single shot. Seriously, she's proud of herself. If he does not die, he will one day sue the elderly to return home and blow the cowhide in front of future generations, saying, ‘My old man also hurt Lord Zhuji' cloud. It's only a shame that he was shot with anger at night, leaving him with no chance to brag.

However, if the descendants of the old Meng knew about the war, they should also have talked about it: if they wanted to be our ancestors, they would also have died at the hands of the Emperor.

The barrel in the hand of the Thousand Nights is indeed made by the Polar King himself. It cannot be overstated that it is a heavenly king's means.

Now that Juggie is pregnant, the thousand nights finally let go of her heart, and was about to ask her about her experience over a period of time, suddenly heard a roar, sharply overwhelmed, the tall native warrior jumped and flew for a thousand nights.

Able to fly in the swirling realm of the sea at night, this native warrior's power is truly astonishing, that is, the fury of the wind brought the Viscount Powers together in six wars to force him to retreat.

However, the thousand nights are not the rage of the wind, since the dragon's nest rushed out, the thousand nights' understanding of the tactics of war is further, gradually turning round, without showing any signs. At this moment, I saw the great warrior jump, and the thousand nights were just a lift on his left hand, pointing a finger at him with a force gun.

The great warrior's face suddenly changed and he subconsciously tried to evade. The gun is incredibly powerful. The Viscount was blown up by a single shot. How dare he?

But when he was about to change direction, he was suddenly under a lot of pressure. He was in the air and could no longer resist, falling to the ground.

Thousands of nights soon closed the realm. The native warriors were struggling against the power of the swirl of the sea. At this moment, the pressure suddenly subsided and they couldn't control it. One by one, they flew up into the sky, and a few hit directly on the trunk of the tree, and they turned dizzy again.

The tall warrior didn't expect such a change, and was temporarily uncontrolled and empty. Although his feet were only slightly off the ground, they were, after all, empty and temporarily incapacitated.

His face changed again, and at this moment he was holding a gun in his left hand, holding Juggie in his right hand, and a glowing gunshot was pointed at his chest.

The two men are no more than 30 meters apart at the moment, and this gun cannot be avoided at all.

Thousands of nights did not shoot, just a glance at the tall warrior, took the force gun and reached out to pick up Little Juggie's face.

The little guy's face was pulled so long that she looked at the thousand nights very innocently, grieving.

The tall warrior rushed over, his face was full of anger, and a long story was slammed towards the thousand nights. However, his body was quite regular, and he stood honestly ten meters away, afraid to come any closer. He had understood that the night was only a matter of raising his hand to kill him.