Pirate's Infinite Wings

"Yes!" Meng Han held the sword tightly.

"Yes, otherwise this battle will be boring." Beimeng Wang Liang smiled interestingly.

"Well, although you are strong, I am not as weak as I am!" Meng Khan snorted.

"This is exactly what Mr. Wang wants." The king of North Mongolia drank a cup loudly: "Come on!" Let the king see the true power of the dragon knight!"

Immediately after drinking, Meng Han drank a glass of wine, took out a sword with his strength, faced the appearance of the Mongolian king, and squandered a ferocious silver giant.

"Ok?"

What is more surprised than Meng Wangwei is that Meng Han's offense is obviously much stronger than before. It dared not touch its front and did not escape.

boom!

Surprised, than the Mongols had just avoided, dozens of tigers not far behind would be irritated by the smell of Menghan for no reason.Without even the ability to call, they were blown to pieces.

"You!" The King of North Mongolia looked back, furious."Great, you will pay for it," he said.

The fierce King of North Mongolia clenched his fists and took a big step. The huge body did not affect the appearance of the King of North Mongolia.

In the blink of an eye, the King of North Meng actually grabbed Meng Han's body, a pair of giant fists, accompanied by strength, ruthlessly hit the past.

When Khan was shocked, he immediately raised two fists and crossed over with a heavy sword.

boom!

This sword, like a hard steel, did not cause much damage to the King of Northern Mongolia, but instead forced a terrible counterattack.

"Ok!"

Khan was startled and almost fell off the dragon's back.

Turning around, there is a spirit in Meng Han's eyes, a sword in one hand, full of strong silver light, just like the Northern Meng king with aurora piercing sharply on his chest.

"well!"

King Beimeng drank a cup loudly and walked directly over with his hands.

It's ferocious, so a clip that is bigger than the Mongolian king's palm is like a magnet, but it is a sword held firmly, and Meng Han stabbed it.

"What?" Menghan's face was startled, but he didn't realize that the power of the Mongolian king was so terrible that he had poured his full fighting spirit into him, and he could not get another point.

Oh appearance

Menghan sat down, but had no chance to relax.The huge body swayed violently and slammed into the body of the North Mongolian king mercilessly.

King Beimeng's face sank, both hands moved, the sword was firmly held in his hands, and he threw the sword back.

Meng Han couldn't hold it for a while, and even a man with a sword was blown out.

At this time, the heavy body of the dragon rushed over with a powerful force.

boom!

The King of Northern Meng, whose feet were as deep as tree roots, quickly jumped out of his hands and jumped up first in the body of the giant dragon.

In an instant, the dragon's movements were controlled. King Beimeng put his hand on the dragon and took a sip, but his two hands were sucking and scolding the dragon because it raised a huge body.

Strong! Too strong!

Dragon!That is the real dragon!The King of North Meng raised his hands, and the dragon had nowhere to go, but he couldn't control his body.

This scene is really shocking.

The orc army saw this scene, and its morale was even higher. It had forgotten life and death. The ferocious flood killed the human army.

Menghan was more worried or angry when he saw this scene.

The fierce, sweaty body was about to go to the sky, holding a clenched sword in his hand, full of dazzling silver, ready to rush down at any time...