The Bemon beast screamed and wailed, and was forced out of the strategic location of Yingchou Gorge by unrivaled violence.

When Zhu Sanpang saw such a development, he was furious. His eyes were scarlet, the shadow of the white tiger floated with a bang, and the sword was swung out like lightning.

"You're looking for death!"

Qian Wuyou, who had devoted all his strength to release his combat skills, activated the special effect of the "steel barrier cloak" when the giant earth and stone dragon rose into the sky. Zhu Sanpang's broken sword made a series of crisp sounds on the steel barrier around him.

"Three Prince, your power of the army seems to be endless!"

"Bastard!" Zhu Sanpang's cheeks turned slightly red. At this moment when he was seen through the reality of the situation, he only felt his anger rushing, but in just a moment, the inherent reason in his heart dispelled this abnormal anger.

Zhu Sanpang, who had completely calmed down, took back the silver-dark Pojian and began to face his old enemy in front of him.

The past confrontation scenes are still vivid in my mind, but in Zhu Sanpang's eyes, Qian Wuyou, Fengzhou, is no longer an incompetent person with great luck. He is a truly respectable opponent, an iron-blooded warrior.

Qian Wuyou's broken blade was lying in front of the mottled immortal armor. The cloak was swaying helplessly in the chilly spring breeze, but the firm-looking Warcraft Knight had a high morale.

"Three Prince, you can't win 9□ in this battle today!"

"That may not be!"

When Zhu Sanpang spoke, he raised the Possus sword high. The shining cold light reflected his desire to win, and also reflected the wild boar man's huge army. It also reflected the heroic charge of the fury behemoth behemoth beast.

The next moment, Zhu Sanpang's hand gently brushed across his cheek. The heroic battle patterns drawn by the King of Pig himself actually showed silver light, and the brilliant white tiger shadow roared in the void, and then stuck into Prince Pig's cheek.

Amid the roar of the tiger, the heroic battle pattern representing the blood of the wilderness, mutating out of thin air.

Brave battle pattern (destiny), the power of the white tiger - ignore the target 30% armor. The power of the legion is 10%!

When Qian Wuyou saw this familiar halo of the realm appear, his feet softened on the spot. He fell down even if he was wrong. He would never admit his mistake, because this terrifying and unparalleled battle pattern of destiny was the trump card that Zhu Sanpang relied on to rampant the world.

But this terrifying ability is the blessing of destiny that the old wild boar has passed away. After the third prince of Pig inherited the throne of the wild boar, he was the emperor supreme of the Golden Pig Empire and enjoyed.

Is the old wild boar dead?

Qian Wuyou's eyes just turned slightly, and the unrealistic fantasy was shattered by the Qilin Flag in the distance. The solemn white tiger power rose around the third prince of Pig and scattered.

Zhu Sanpang's Pojun combat skills are of the same origin as the Bemon Behemoth's Destruction Claw. The difference is that when the Pojun combat skills completely explode, they are irresistible, while the Behemoth's Destruction Claw can only ignore 40% of the armor.

A thunderous roar rolled out from outside Yingchou Gorge. After stepping into the light of the "White Tiger Power" field of Zhu Sanpang's "State of White Tiger", his body alienated on the spot and his silver mane grew.

Beamon monster, talented claw of annihilation, ignores 70% of armor defense!

But the picture that emerged from Qian Wuyou's mind was an endless wilderness gnome, a terrifying scene of rapid advancement in the supreme glow of the "power of the White Tiger".

That is the Golden Pig Emperor that the army is aimed at, the truly unparalleled White Tiger Teeth!

"Let's die!" Zhu Sanpang's roar fell with the silver light.

The power of the destiny of the Golden White Tiger gave the third prince the true blood of kings and dominance. The third prince, who became stronger and stronger, was defeated in many confrontations with Qian Wuyou. The nightmares over the past few days awakened his fighting spirit and his desire to win.

Pressure makes people progress. Zhu Sanpang, who is in the form of a king and domineering person, awakens the original power deep in his bloodline under the pressure of Qian Wuyou. The powerful power of the White Tiger gives Zhu Sanpang the belief that he will win.

Facing the enemy who vowed to kill him, Zhu Sanpang on the battlefield released his exclusive power of destiny without reservation!

In front of Yingchou Gorge, it became the ruling place of the sharp gold law. The silver light was like millions of sharp swords, spinning in the void. As long as Qian Wuyou on the ground had a slight flaw, it would fall down.

On the ground, the White Tiger War God transformed into the Third Prince of Pig led the alienated Bemon beast to completely suppress Qian Wuyou and his alchemy warrior with an unparalleled tiger roar.

The Pojun battle blade, which was almost red, wandered beside Qian Wuyou, and the blood-covered Warcraft Knight was getting slower and he felt a little messy in his steps.

Zhu Sanpang, who became more and more braver than the battle, shouted: "Qian Wuyou, today, this is your bone burial place!"

However, Qian Wuyou, who was completely suppressed, still had a firm look on his face. A glittering glow suddenly surged in his eyes like stars. It was the light of faith and hope that he would win.

"Three Prince, you have no chance!"

At this moment, a prompt that the battle soul energy increased again appeared in the corner of Qian Wuyou's eyes, and a battle magic scroll that had been prepared for a long time was torn apart in his hand.

Elementary joy!

Morale 2!

The alchemist warrior who only had fifty left instantly merged with the golden glow. At the same time, the glory light of the golden Pixiu battle flag also bloomed above Qian Wuyou's head.

"The system prompts that you and your direct combat soldiers have morale that exceeds the extreme value! When it reaches 11 points, the rage of the Golden Pixiu explodes!"

Amid the roar of roar, the Golden Pixiu fought against the soldiers under his command, and his figure suddenly surged.

The 10% comprehensive attribute improvement not only gives alchemists stronger attacks and better defenses, but most importantly, all lv76 alchemists collectively obtained lv7 level increase.

The only remaining fifty remaining soldiers were instantly promoted to the strength of level 4 warriors. The offensive and defensive bonus given by the power of the law instantly raised the attack attributes of these alchemists over the 60-point mark.

The healing technique of the steel priest bets on Qian Wuyou like a fountain of holy light; the alchemist cavalry covered with heavy armor launched an unyielding charge attack on the Bemon beast; the arrows shot continuously reflected the void with magic glow; and the swordsman holding a large shield formed a metal storm with the spearmen holding a steel gun.

But in Zhu Sanpang's eyes, all of this was not as good as Qian Wuyou himself, which made him even more shocked.

The golden Pixiu phantom suddenly floated out from behind Qian Wuyou. On the spiral corners on its head, a cold light shone. The abundant golden edge power was filled with stars in the sky and the sky was spreading.

Just when the prince of the Wild Boar was trembling in his heart, Zhong Sun Fangfei, who held Mu'en's staff high, joined in the fun and sprinkled a song of blessing—

The basic skills of the Wasteland Scepter Priest, Inspiring the Battle Song: Morale 1! (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, the novel is better, updated and faster!

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