The battle between Butterfly and Twist the Dream Demon was not eye-catching, and it was even quite inconspicuous under the interference of the surrounding torrents of energy.

Only a few people observed the battle in this direction.

There was a terror left in the pupils of the strong man of the Phantom Demon Tribe, and he quickly said, "My Phantom Demon needs support!"

The two dream-swalking monsters did not move, solidifying in the pink cloud amber.

But the strong men of the Phantom Demon Tribe knew that their two elves were still supporting them, and this was a confrontation between illusion, spiritual power, and willpower.

It's just that they are at a disadvantage.

At this moment,

Near the misty clouds and mist, several elves heard the instructions of their spirit envoys, got rid of their opponents' entanglements and used various tricks to blast towards the clouds and mists.

Hot column of light.

The dazzling sword light.

Black Flame Dragon.

Some of these tricks were intercepted by the alliance elves, but two of them were still bombarded into the clouds.

The dazzling sword light passed through the clouds and mist, as if it was in two different dimensions, but the black flame dragon seemed to touch something.

The black dragon swallowed some clouds and mist. When it passed through, the clouds and mist faded, and the black flame dragon shrank a few times.

A witch priest looked at the elves who used the black flame dragon, from a dark night raven.

It incorporates a certain illusion power, which makes fire-type attacks like the Black Flame Dragon enough to touch the dream.

The five spirit envoys in the tribe team were also experienced strong men and quickly reacted.

A dark night raven and an evil spirit doll attacked the clouds and mist from both sides. They were very cautious and did not step into the range of the fog illusion array, and were even two or three hundred meters away.

‘It’s a pity.’

Su Hao regretted that Xiaodie had spare energy. When the enemy approached, she expanded the fog array and completely enveloped them, and at least one or two could be pitted.

But the plan failed.

Even the secret tricks and secret passages of the two elves kept bombarding the entire cloud fog array. The pink cloud fog lingering on both hands and the hands began to tremble.

I can't hold on!

Butterfly Xiaodie first defeated the enemy in the dream space with one against four, and then activated the "Yunmeng posture", holding on to two dream-swalking monsters, fighting with their spiritual power, while maintaining the illusion array.

Being attacked by external attacks again.

"Take one."

"Guuu~!"

Butterfly Xiaodie captured it with her left hand, and the dream-swallowing demon wrapped in the cloud-fog amber was thrown out by it. The pink amber and the dream-swallowing demon disappeared in an instant.

This is being exiled to a certain illusion space, enough to trap the Dream-Swallowing Demon for a while.

The next moment,

Xiaodie slapped her left hand towards her right hand, and her two white palms slowly closed, and there was a dream-swallowing demon that was motionless and completely solidified in the middle.

The area around it shattered, and the whole body seemed to be rubbed and became smaller...

"Guno—"

Xiaodie's eyes were bright, reflecting the figure in amber.

Its palms finally closed, and the dream-swalking demon that solidified inside disappeared in a ripples in space.

The butterfly's figure also disappeared from its original place.

The next moment,

Black flame dragons intertwined, completely devouring the fog array, and a black shadow broke out, but nothing was left.

In this round of confrontation, the tribe lost three dream-swallowing monsters, one of which was at the realm level, and one of the tribe's sharp swords was cut off.

Wu Ji of the tribe took a deep breath, "Don't think about taking shortcuts anymore. This alliance team is even more treacherous. If we want to win, we must pay some price to crush it with the general trend!"

...

“10, 6.”

This is the number of elves eliminated by both sides at present. There are more elves out of the tribe, but on the field, the tribe is now firmly taking the upper hand.

Their play style is very simple, which is to play less and never leave alone.

On the left side of the battlefield,

Under the bombardment of various water-system tricks, the terrain of Tianzhu Mountain was not destroyed, but there was an additional area of ​​water covering the area of ​​twenty or thirty miles.

A giant white snake rushed out of the water, and in an instant, the water level of the entire water dropped by a fraction.

This is a lake of considerable size, but for the giant snake, it is just a pool, its body penetrates the sky, and the clouds and mists only reach their waists.

In front of the giant snake is a water kirin with a size that is not inferior to it. The two elves abandoned the showdown of the water-based tricks and fought together in the most primitive way.

It easily stirred up huge waves, the rhyme of the law spread around, and the heavy rain fell down, and other elves hid far away, for fear of being affected.

"Erhalin holds for at most another minute."

Su Hao secretly paid.

One is a fourth-order form, which has just entered the realm of the domain.

A form equivalent to the fifth-level form, has long been the ruler and has a holy system.

The gap is huge.

In the first round, Erhalin showed an invincible posture with one hooves, but at this time, even if it merged with the big fat bear, even if there were orange light thunders lingering between the horse's hooves, it could only kill the giant python scales that fell off inch by inch.

It seems OK, but it actually doesn't hurt the root cause.

On the contrary, the Erhalin became more and more miserable under the entanglement of the giant python in the world, and this special secret state gradually became unsustainable.

If it weren't for its strong bloodline, it would be impossible for an ordinary fourth-level monarch to hold on for three seconds!

"Hurry up!"

In the battlefield,

A circle of silver-haired moon god burst out from his body. It took one step and reached the end of the moonlight the next moment. It appeared behind a sandstorm dragon, and two scimitars slashed from two angles.

At this moment,

The sandstorm dragon had only time to gush out a lot of sand and gravel all over its body, turning into a huge sand ball to wrap itself.

The thick sand wall cannot stop a single part, and the scimitar with the silver moon shines straight through it like cutting a piece of paper.

call out--

A little darkness comes first, then the rhyme of the law and the last sound.

A shadow warrior who was hiding in the darkness and not far from the sandstorm dragon immediately took action. The dagger he threw was surrounded by the thick dark laws, penetrated the space and appeared behind the moon god in an instant.

Is it going to continue?

Or avoid it?

Luna and Ophelia both made the same decision.

"Puchi--"

The Silver Moon Scimitar cut through the sand ball and slashed the sandstorm dragon. The wound was about one meter long and the adult's arm was deep. Compared with the huge body of the sandstorm dragon, this injury was not serious.

But there was a dazzling silver moon light bursting out from the wound, and it seemed that there was only this color left between heaven and earth.

The power of the law that was extremely powerful permeated, and the sandstorm dragon was like a huge sculpture, frozen in the air and motionless, from the wound with silver light, dense cracks spread throughout the body.

at the same time,

The dagger, which was surrounded by the power of the laws of darkness, also penetrated the outermost layer, and the burning aura of awakening was blocked for a moment.

The moon god seized this moment of opportunity and transformed into light and escaped.

"puff......"

The dark dagger cut off a cluster of silver hair, and then passed through the armor on its waist, piercing through the armor, bringing out light particles.

The moon god was slightly damaged, and this dark law was quickly expelled by it with the power of the law, but in the repeated attacks, it inevitably suffered more damage, with scars and the power of the law was like a cervix attached to the bone, otherwise it would have invaded it.

...

Another corner,

"dumb--"

The dazhe flew with his swords, constantly slashing the elves in front of him. Even though they were scarred, even if the killer moves used by many tribal elves did not shy away from the elves who were entangled with it, the crow did not dodge.

It has only one creed, kill!

Cut the rivers back and turn the world upside down!

It stabbed into the heart of the Dragon-horned Winged Python with a sword.
To be continued...