The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

The wild wind is cold, killing the sound of the sky.

When the thousands of elites of the Ghost Dance Corps took the long knife in their hands, crossed the horse, pushed the battlefield of the Wolf Dance Corps away, the princess of the Peacock Dynasty won the thousand degrees to kill General Lin Tingfeng personally, and the Ghost Dance Corps' will reached its peak.

Winning a thousand degrees first, swinging swords to kill the runaway wolves.

Thousands of ghost dancers dressed in colorful clothes and feathers followed closely, using Her Royal Highness as an arrow, rushing forward at a fierce speed.

Strike!

Strike!

Again!

In the world of the Ghost Dance Corps, there is no fear, there is no retreat.

No mercy, much less forgiveness.

These werewolf riders just came at them like a bunch of red-eyed beasts, trying to steal their princesses and trade them for humiliation, trying to devour them and slaughter them.

Now, they will not be merciful to the fallen and dispersed wolves.

Besides, the breakdown route of the Lycans is consistent with their withdrawal route.

They will have plenty of room to rush towards the farther north only if they will be blocked from them by the ground slaughtered by the wolf army, which has scared away their souls and shattered their guts.

Otherwise, these guys scattered all over the wilderness, except for running away, and all they had to do was scream and scream, and they'd be in huge trouble.

Because behind the Ghost Dance Corps, there are 20,000 armies in Tianhai City, 30,000 armies in White Empire City, and 30,000 Iron Army led by Phoenix General Lu Tiesheng, and a total of 80,000 coalition troops came after them, in order to eat the Ghost Dance Corps, the world's strong army and the princess of peacock wins a thousand degrees.

Chop it up!

Cut all deserters in front of them to the ground.

Then, thousands of Ghost Dance Corps elite crossed from the wave of deserters and headed straight for the north-westerly wind border.

Further north is the border between the western winds and the Blackflame Dynasty.

As long as the Ghost Dance Corps is able to escape into the land of the Black Flame Dynasty, it will be that the number of western wind soldiers will increase and the strength will never dare to cross into the minefield. Otherwise, that would be the war between the western winds and the Blackflame dynasty.

Assuming, of course, that the Guardian General of the Black Flame Dynasty agrees to the entry of thousands of soldiers of the Haunted Dance Corps.

Tianhai City owner Tang Lang, Bai Di City owner Bai Huo, and Wind City general Lu Tiesheng, the three of them rushed to meet at the front line of the three-way army.

“General Lu, although you are the hosts of Fengcheng this time, we will not be soft in Tianhai City.” Tang Lang, the owner of Tianhai City, is a strong bearded man, waving a horse whip with one hand and a lunar knife with the other. That's his famous weapon, the Moon Knife.

“General Tang, you're welcome to kill him.” Railway's eyes were gloomy, his eyes stared at the guys dressed in colorful clothes and wearing ghosts, and he bit his teeth and said, “We Fengcheng brothers like to eat meat with our brothers on other roads and drink a big bowl of wine to get a lot of credit. General Tang will not seal a tiger general this time, I will go to the Army for your orders. ”

“Good brother.” Don Langhaha laughs.

“We in White Imperial City cannot come all the way, let you take advantage, let our brothers in White Imperial City eat and drink.” White Imperial City owner Baijuku's life is soft and his voice is fine, but he has a temperament that no one can take lightly.

“Why would the White City Lord say that? How much credit do you owe to the extermination corps, the capture of the princess of the peacock? Even if this credit is divided equally, the brothers of the Three Cities will be able to pack and take away enough food and drink - if the White City owners want merit, just cut off a few more heads. ”

“So good.” Baijuku said coldly. A handsome middle-aged man who likes to wave a giant mother-child hammer. One big, one small, two big hammers in his hand, like two chickens in his hand. “Kill.”

“Kill.” Tang Lang shouted.

“Kill," said Lu Tiesheng coldly.

He knew that he had to make 200 percent of his strength, whether or not anybody else did their best.

Because before the ambush was designed, Cousin Lu did not have to drag him to issue a death order: to destroy the Ghost Dance Corps at all costs, to capture the princess of the peacock. Whether the Lu crisis is understood or not, it is here that the battle is won or lost.

Land, air and land are alive, Lu has a crisis.

Land and air are dead, and the Lu Clan is still in crisis.

As a Lu clan, he deserves to be desperate.

“The two city owners, the Ghost Dance Corps, are running out of horsepower. We can intercept them as soon as we can.” Railroader's eyes stared at the legs of the horses running ahead and shouted: “As long as we block the momentum of their escape, the three armies will join forces and we will win. ”

Tang Lang, the owner of Tianhai City, drank loudly and said: "What General Lu said. I'll go check on them first, Don. ”

As he spoke, his body swept away.

His body flew at high altitude, and his lunar machete was severely cut down by a group of ghost dancers running over the ground.

Boom! Boom!

A red halo, several kilometres away, landed towards the ground, the knife did not reach, the snow chips above the ground were flying, the branches were broken, and the Ghost Dance Corps was blown upside down, rolling wildly towards both sides.

Clicking

Above the ground, there was a huge crack.

Around the cracks, the red flames burn constantly.

Smells like scorched earth, smells like human flesh.

The power of this sword, which makes the clustered ghost dancers inevitable, can only be struck straight by him alive. As a result, dozens of ghost dancers died under the sword of Tang Lang, Tianhai City.

“Avoid.” A ghost dancing general guarded by Thousand Degrees shouted.

Boom Boom Boom ------

The commanded ghost dancing elite immediately raced toward both sides, and the dense line-up of hemp turned into two long queues, still maintaining wind and lightning speed in the process of deformation.

Tang Lang saw himself slaughtering dozens of ghost dance elites. He was so proud of himself that he shouted to the generals of Tianhai City in the distance: "Son Lang, kill the ghost dance, capture the princess alive, this is the moment. We can't let the guys around us get ahead of us. ”

“Ow, ow, ow, ow.”

Witnessing the courage of the city lord, hearing the city lord's mesmerizing voice over the sky, the 20,000 soldiers of Tianhai City boil with blood.

They forgot the tragedy of the slaughter of the Wolf Army and their fear and desire to flee. One waves a long western wind knife, hits Marty's speed and screams forward.

Lu Tiesheng saw that Tang Lang had rushed forward and shouted to Bai Di city owner Baiju, who walked beside him: “Master Bai, Lu a step ahead. ”

At the end of the day, the toe was a little above the horse's back, and man swept like an eagle over the ghost dance regiment running ahead.

With a long knife in his hand, he also learned to cut a knife in a place as dense as Don Lang had just done toward the Ghost Dance Corps crowd.

In the crowd, a giant dressed in colorful clothes suddenly took off on his horse and his knife swept over the sky.

Above the sky, a white flame slashed towards the ground.

That's the King Lu's knife method.

On the ground, a white peacock also rises.

Boom! Boom!

The Emperor's knife and white peacock collided over the middle of the sky, and the white peacock was cut in two, while its body exploded, the Emperor's knife was blown to pieces.

The ghost dancing giant howled and swung the knife toward the shooting of the Land Railway Sheng.

Thousands of degrees ignore it, as if they don't care about the soldiers behind them at all.

The only thing she has to do is run forward, run wild, ride thousands of irons with the Ghost Dance Corps toward the westerly wind border.

She has even seen the border of the westerly winds, and she has seen the watchtower of the Blackflame Empire.

She saw hope of victory.

“Punch." Thousands of degrees of sound are crisp, but the inner forces, such as freckles in the sky, can be heard clearly throughout the Ghost Dance Corps.

“Go.” Thousands of ghost dancers responded sharply.

tread

tread

tread

Marta Wilderness, snowflakes.

The whole earth was trembled upon by them because of their arrival.

“Go.” Thousand degrees shouted again.

Lu Tiesheng gave Gkai the ghost dance giant with a knife, shouting at the wind city downstairs: “Kill. Kill. Kill one of their enemies and get a hundred pieces. Cut off ten chairs and upgrade the officer to level 1. ”

Kill!

Fengcheng General slapped the horse's stock, waving the knife in his hand wildly.

One of them ran wildly, and the other pursued him indefinitely.

Boom!

One thousand degrees ahead, the first to rush into the border of the Great Black Flame.

Boom!

Behind you are dense numbness, thousands of ghost dancers.

Seeing the Ghost Dance Corps enter the land of blackflame, the Princess Peacock disappears from her sight.

The iron shoots red and red, and his eyes are congested.

His long knife swung, pointing to the blackflame frontier and roaring: "Cross-border pursuit, never ending. ”

“Cross-border pursuit, endless.” Those Wind City soldiers who were ordered and driven by the Land Railroad were howling, waving their machetes towards the Black Flame Frontier.

Choke

A crisp noise came.

It's like an empty bowstring, and it's like a tight string.

Psst.

Within the Wind City Army, a soldier saw a big hole in his chest.

Then his pupils swelled and one fell on his horse.

No one heard that string, not to mention the fellow brother who suddenly fell under his horse.

If anyone finds out, there's nothing they can do, and they can only be carried forward by the army behind them.

Psst.

Above his head, there was a bright, empty sound.

The storming Wind City Army raised its head and saw countless black lines sweeping towards itself.

Wow!

A large portion of the Wind City Army was swept by the arrow, and a huge amount of impulse retreated with their bodies, then pierced more Wind City soldiers' bodies.

Not knowing when, the ghost dance corps that crossed the border of the Black Flame had split in half, and in the vast centre, a strange thing like a miniature castle was firing a dense arrow of long guns at them.

“Luban Chariot.” Someone shouted out. “That's a Luban chariot--”