Chapter 245 The Wraith Frenzy

"His Royal Highness Morea, it is only with this sword that he can kill the undead army. Those bone dragons are so fragile under this sword. If I get this sword, I can also do this." Dragon's Greed Mindfulness is revealed at this moment.

"Just use it for a while." Bronze Dragon thought to himself, "His Royal Highness Morea has already threw the sword over, so that's what I meant to use it!"

Although it has already felt the preciousness of this sword, the bronze dragon only has the mind to temporarily borrow it, and does not dare to have the mind of greed for ink. Moreya's strength just revealed and his identity background make it very jealous.

However, just when its claws approached the sword that grew to ten meters in the process of shooting, the golden thunder and flames, the invisible hurricane, were engraved with Xuan Ao Gu from the spine of the sword. Divine inscriptions, exuding vast, distant, ancient divine swords shot out.

Thunder slashed the scales on the bronze dragon's claws to black, and the invisible wind blew up the cracked black dragon scales, the flesh and blood rolled, and then the golden dragon flames wrapped the bronze dragon's claws... Painful dragon The roar came from the bronze dragon's mouth, and it did not expect the Demon Swinging Sword to attack it at all.

"Yan!" The Sword of Swinging Demons made a crisp sound, as if mocking the Bronze Dragon's self-control.

"Roar!" The bronze dragon looked at himself turning into black charred dragon claws, and then heard the sound of sword chants that mocked and satirized his incompetence, and let out an angry low roar.

Just when it was about to probe its claws to grab the Demon Slayer Sword again, a soul-intelligence-level bone dragon took advantage of the distraction of the bronze dragon and rushed onto his back, with a sinister curse and dragon teeth condensed with a strong death aura. Run through the dragon scales and pierce into the flesh and blood of the bronze dragon's slender neck.

"Pfft!" The foul blood with a rancid smell sprayed out from the neck wound of the bronze dragon. Under the curse of the undead, the flesh and scales of the two rows of dragon tooth-shaped wounds began to turn black, and began to be visible to the naked eye. speed spread.

"Ouch!" The vicious undead curse invaded the dragon's body, causing the bronze dragon whose claws had been crippled to let out a miserable howl. This curse hurt its dragon soul.

"Shhh!" The blade of the Demon Swing Sword deflected, turning the last part of the power that Morea had blessed on it, turning it into a dazzling sword light and slashing out, aiming directly at the bone dragon on the back of the bronze dragon.

Afterwards, the Sang Demon Sword turned into a dimly rayed sword rainbow and flew towards Morea, and it no longer had the grandeur it had when it came.

"Bang!" The sword light that was cut out at the end of the Sang Demon Sword happened to be cut on the neck of the bone dragon on the back of the bronze dragon. There was no suspense. The sharp sword light smashed the part of the keel it touched into A pile of powder.

The headless keel with a length of more than 60 meters slipped,

Smashed on the barren land covered with crystals below...

"What shape is this?" A gold-level amethyst dragon slapped a bone dragon with one paw, swept the slender dragon tail, pulled a gold-level bone dragon onto the ground, and smashed a dragon-shaped pit, suddenly noticed A bronze dragon exuding a powerful soul-level aura, but with a frenzy and anger, hurried past her.

The appearance of this bronze dragon is very miserable, not to mention the large and small scars on the dragon's body, which are obviously from the bite of the bone dragon. What really makes the dragon sympathize is that one of its front paws is pitch-black and looks like It seems that a layer of flesh and scales is missing, and it has been burned by the flames.

Moreover, it was bitten by a terrifying bone dragon's head on its neck, and the fire of the soul was still burning in it, and the area under the bone dragon's teeth was black, and a stench faintly drifted away. ...

After throwing the Demon Swing Sword at the most endangered bronze dragon, Morea threw the Seven Sins Sword at a sapphire dragon that was also besieged by more than a dozen ancient dragons.

Then, he took out the army-shattering axe spear and the shocking battle axe, and threw them at the other two giant dragons who recklessly wanted to imitate him to pierce through the undead army, turning them into two invincible rainbows, cutting a way out for them.

... The four exclusive weapons that were thrown out by Moria one after another turned into a long rainbow and flew back to Moria after clearing the siege of those giant dragons, suspended behind him, and did not return to his body.

But, then, Morea was speechless and found that he seemed to be a nanny. When he saw which dragon was besieged by the undead dragon and couldn't stand it, he took off the exclusive weapon behind him and threw it out. Relieve the dragons who are in distress.

So, in the undead battlefield below, there was such a scene, golden dragon, silver dragon, red copper dragon... crystal dragon, amethyst dragon... many dragons revealed their true bodies and fiercely fought with a huge number of undead legions—— Because of the elemental turbulence, even the mage dragon who likes to cast spells and attacks can only use the staff as a warhammer like Kaslana at this time, and start the melee combat where dragons naturally have an advantage.

In this battlefield between dragons and undead, a black-haired and golden-eyed youth is quite eye-catching. Compared with the undead dragons and giant dragons that are dozens of meters long and hundreds of meters long, his figure looks very small. Pitiful.

But it is such a small existence, but it is the most dazzling existence on this vast battlefield. He was holding a halberd in his hand, and four weapons were suspended behind him. Wherever he went, many undead died one after another.

High-level undead have wisdom no less than normal human beings. They are afraid of the extinction of the fire of the soul, because for them, it is the real death. Many undead are unwilling to die and are unwilling to fight.

In fact, if there is a choice, basically all the undead are reluctant to fight against this group of dragons, but Bertrand's order is like this, they have no right to choose.

Therefore, even if it was fear, in the absence of a retreat, there were still groups of undead rushing towards Morea and besieging him together, but unfortunately they were just struggling to the death.

The black-haired boy held the prison-suppressing halberd in his hand, and every time he waved it and chopped it down, the undead who besieged him fell down in pieces like wheat cut down by a sickle.

When there are too many undead besieging Morea, the four exclusive weapons suspended behind him are like being held by four invisible arms, slashing out one after another...

"Shhh!" When Morea, who was slaughtering the undead, received a call for help from a young golden dragon, he did not hesitate at all, and his mental strength locked the position of the golden dragon, and threw the prison halberd in his hand.

Then, Morea held the broken army axe gun behind him in his hand, and just as he was about to swing the axe gun in his hand, his eyes narrowed and he looked in one direction.

There, there is an overwhelming wave of resentful spirits rushing towards the battlefield...