Seeing Wen Tianhao, Shengyu and others rushing up one by one, the swordsman leader shouted desperately, trying to stop the rest of his subordinates from blocking.

But the collision of the 6th Tianlong just now was really amazing.

Even many swordsmen felt a little desperate at this time.

I always thought that the swordsman battle formation was awesome, but now it is destroyed directly by others, so I can even fart.

Wen Tianhao and others had strong murderous intentions, but these swordsmen were in a low spirit.

One rises and the other falls, which directly caused Wen Tianhao and others to launch the most direct massacre.

"puff!"

The Holy Prison hit a guy's chest.

The guy originally wanted to take this opportunity to chop with a knife, but before he could take action, his chest exploded.

The internal organs were almost instantly shattered by the extremely powerful energy of the Holy Prison.

He spurted out blood and flew backwards, and threw it to the ground and said goodbye to the world.

"Bang!"

The Arhat, who smiles silly most of the time, is not willing to be outdone.

During the battle, his cruelty was no less than that of the Holy Prison.

He swung his fist as big as a sandbag and directly hit the head of a swordsman in the Rakshasa Kingdom.

With a crisp sound, the guy's head instantly exploded like a watermelon, and red and white things flowed out, carrying a strong smell of blood.

"Bang!"

Everyone else was not to be outdone.

One by one, they exploded the strongest combat power in their bodies, like tigers going down the mountain, attacking those swordsmen frantically.

Ten minutes.

Only ten minutes!

The yellow sand in the sky was still flying under the wind.

But the shouts of killing in the field have gradually dissipated.

But the rich bloody smell continued to drift far away with the strong wind.

"Oh my God."

"This is too cruel."

“It’s simply inhumane.”

The people from the six ancient tribes behind stared at the scene in disbelief.

Most of the one hundred and eight swordsmen have been killed or injured, with corpses all over the ground and the survivors rolling and screaming. The scene is horrifying.

The screams, as the wind spreads far away, also make people feel creepy.

Not to mention the desert that was almost stained with blood.

"No wonder Tianlong is going to fight the first battle."

"Even if I take everyone in the Holy Prison to fight, I will never win so easily."

"It's not that we lose in terms of strength, but that we haven't really fought in a long time."

The Holy Warden Elder Johnson sighed, and at this time he was convinced by the battle dragon team led by 6 Tianlong.

In terms of strength, the nearly fifty men under his command of the Holy Prison should be able to compete with the battle dragon team led by 6 Tianlong.

But Johnson can guarantee that if they really fight with their lives, their ending will definitely be destroyed by the swordsmen in front of them, such as Zhan Long.

Because they are bleeding from the knife all day long, fighting bloody all the time, and never stop fighting!

In contrast, except for the Yinlong and some subordinates of Phoenix Valley, the major ancient tribes experienced several battles with the Six Heavenly Dragon. What about the other ancient tribes?

For example, the Holy Prison or the Gods, it seems that they have not experienced such a cruel and bloody battle for many years.

Now, everyone's eyes were on the 6 Tianlong in the field.

He stood there quietly, stretching out one hand and pinching the swordsman's neck.

Now, as long as he uses a little force, he can directly let the swordsman say goodbye to the world.

6 Tianlong did not do this. He smiled grimly at the corner of his mouth, suddenly let go, and looked at the swordsman's leader collapsed on the ground.

"Go and tell them, I, 6 Tianlong, are here!"

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Chapter completed!