Chapter 22 The Lonely Dynasty(1/2)
“Sign in!”
Without any hesitation, Su Zhe spoke directly.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully signing in, and obtaining a temporary summoning card, you can summon a strong man and fight for the host in a short period of time!"
As the sound fell.
Su Zhe showed a smile on his face.
Then open your mouth directly.
“Use the temporary summoning card!”
"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully summoning and obtaining temporary loyalty from Lu Bu!
Strength: unknown!
Weapon: Fang Tian Painted Halberd!
Armor: Taotie Golden Light Armor!
Mount: Dragon Scale Red Rabbit!
Residence time: one day!
Please accept the host!”
As the sound fell.
Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared at this moment.
This person is two meters tall, wearing light gold armor, and is burly and vigorous.
While standing there.
A cold light flashed in my eyes.
And just when he appeared.
The hell Shura in the sky also started at this time.
I saw demonic clouds rolling around the other party’s body.
Swipe down below.
A demon roar came out of his mouth.
A sharp light bloomed above the sharp palms.
It seemed extremely terrifying at this moment.
After seeing such a scene.
Lu Bu did not hesitate either.
"snort!"
He snorted coldly, and his body soared into the sky at this time.
The Fangtian Painted Ridge in the palm of his palm danced, raising a hurricane, like a tornado of war.
The whole person is full of energy.
Like a godly general in heaven.
When the Hell Shura collided with it just now.
"Thorn!"
A pair of arms were torn apart in an instant.
"roar!"
Hell Shura roared.
But Lu Bu would not have any sympathy. As a fierce general on the battlefield, his heart was as hard as iron.
He kicked it out at this time.
A brilliant light rippled on the golden tiger-toed boots.
It fell directly on the head of Shura.
"Bang!"
The hideous head was kicked and turned into a blood mist.
Died in the field.
The huge body fell downwards.
The demon clouds in the sky gradually dissipated after they had no master.
And the elders of the Soul-Devouring Sect couldn't help but shrink after seeing such a scene.
How dare you hesitate when Shura's palms were smashed.
It disappeared from the spot.
I dare not show up at this time.
Dongdu City became quiet again.
At this time, Su Zhe officially took control of the big city.
And at this time, within the Yuhua Palace.
The face of the Yuhua King was extremely blue.
Although the sky crown above his head was slashed, the bead curtain blocked his face.
But it can still be seen that I was very angry at this time.
The queen sat aside with a charming expression.
Looking around, wandering around, exuding endless charm.
The ministers below all lowered their heads and dared not speak.
They are all waiting for the thunderous anger of the King of Eagle.
"How dare these demon cultivators be so presumptuous?
He actually dared to kill my Zhenguo Marquis.
There is also Su Ni, who occupied half of the dynasty's territory in just a short period of time.
You said, what should I do now!"
His voice was filled with anger and a stunning murderous intent.
In a short period of time, the powerful Feathering Dynasty was so lonely.
How can he accept it in his heart?
And just as the words fell.
With a wave of his hand, a light curtain appeared in the hall.
That was the scene on the battlefield.
There was the figure of Zhenguo Hou flashing inside.
There are many troops, attacking a city.
The solemn and murderous aura permeates the world.
But at this moment, Muran launched a hurricane.
Endless souls flew out of them.
Almost endless.
The powerful army was instantly covered by the soul.
The Marquis of Zhenguo faced a ghost king and was beaten to retreat step by step.
But the gap in cultivation is too big.
The body was torn directly.
The blood mist floated, extremely terrifying.
After seeing such a scene, the ministers were shocked.
The Marquis of Zhenguo is a powerful dynasty, and his subordinates are even more elite among the elite.
Now they are dead in battle, how can they not be shocked?
When I continued to look into the battlefield, I found that the strong wind had passed.
Countless army has become a pile of dead bones.
You know, this is the 150,000 elite under the Marquis of Zhenguo.
To be continued...