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Chapter 1488 Killing Field(2/2)

The evil spirit's individual combat ability is much stronger than that of the ancient clans, both in terms of defense and attack power, not to mention that they still have that strange aura around them.

Seeing that this battle will end with countless ancient tribes killings.

"roar!"

Suddenly, a crisp dragon roar rang throughout the audience!

Immediately afterwards, a golden figure seemed to come in the air, as if it had reached the sky.

"It's Yinlong's people, Yinlong's people are here!"

"That's great, we will definitely win this battle..."

A burst of cheers broke out from the ancient clan, who was about to be completely killed, and the golden figure was obviously very popular.

Because there were a little golden light on his body, 6 Tianlong and Qing'er could not see the person's appearance, and could only vaguely see a contour.

"roar!"

Another dragon roar!

I didn't see how the man was doing, but the world suddenly changed color, the wind and clouds surging, and the dark clouds were torn apart, and a giant dragon circled the sky, like a king over the world and overlooking all living beings!

Majesty and righteousness cannot be violated!

"Puff puff puff!"

The picture suddenly flashed, just like fast forwarding watching a movie, and the picture in front of you flashed.

When it finally returned to normal, it was the man in gold who punched the opponent's evil spirit collar.

I saw a long golden dragon wrapped around the evil spirit's neck, making him scream in a miserable voice.

Finally, when he heard a bang, the entire evil spirit's body exploded and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The evil spirit died and was shocked. The countless evil warriors around them seemed to have been exhausted, and the black evil fog surrounding them disappeared.

The combat power is instantly weakened.

"Kill, kill these evil spirits, and my ancient clan will win!"

Someone shouted, and another melee exploded directly, but because the evil spirit's power was severely reduced, the ancient tribes obviously began to gain the upper hand.

Click!

At this moment, all the pictures in front of me suddenly disappeared.

The lord of the Phoenix, 6 Tianlong and Qing'er, turned into darkness again, and only vaguely saw the outline of Ghost Mountain looming in the darkness.

"call!"

Qing'er next to her breathed a sigh of relief. The hand held by 6 Tianlong was covered in sweat, and her body seemed to be extremely weak.

The phoenix Lord in front slowly turned around, and his expression seemed extremely tired, as if he had consumed a lot of energy.

6 Tianlong was a little confused. Why didn’t he have anything to do? It felt like he was watching a movie?
Chapter completed!
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