The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 2865 Infighting again
In fact, among the alien races, it is not uncommon for them to be mild-mannered and dislike hurting others.It's just that those alien races don't like to fight in the first place, so they will always be at a disadvantage in the sea and among the countless alien races. On the mainland, the survival of the fittest is the survival of the fittest, so it is impossible for them to survive for a long time.

Those alien races have almost disappeared one by one, and now, there may be very few of them.

The Iron Armor Race is what remains, one of the few alien races who have no ill feeling towards the Human Race.

When the Iron Armor tribe migrated to the sea, on the one hand, it was because they were more suitable for the living environment of the sea, and on the other hand, it was also because they were really worried that they would be cleaned up by the human race, so they left voluntarily.

The Iron Armored Clan that came to the mainland today is just this Iron Armored Clan.

Thinking of this, with a thought in my mind, all the sword lights that fell on the Iron Armor Clan disappeared.

The iron armor, which was hugging its head and screaming in pain, suddenly felt no pain. It was surprised, but I was worried that it was my trick, because it has been ashore for so long, and I have heard that the human race is cunning. So, it still held its head and waited for a while before carefully spreading its wings and watching secretly.He was even more dumbfounded when he found that there were not fewer sword glows around him, but there were fewer of them in this range.

The intelligence of the Tiejia tribe is not high, it is probably inherited from Xuanwu, and they do things slowly, so they have a gentle personality.

It didn't know what happened, and looked around in a daze, and then at itself, with a dazed expression on its face.

Then, it saw me, saw me smiling at it, it was startled, and quickly used its wings to hug its head.

Iron armored people are timid. Although they don't have turtle shells, they do have a pair of wings.

I shook my head and looked elsewhere.

Most of the more than 100 foreign races who came here were killed by me, and the rest were all from the late stage of the False God and the mid-stage of the False God, or they joined forces to protect the young generation of the few foreign races.

I took a look and found that the young generation of those foreign races are all of good aptitude, and they should be the better ones among them. No wonder they have to be protected all the time.

Originally, their responsibility was to protect the young generation of those alien races. Now that I have killed so many of them, it is their dereliction of duty. If the best few can't protect them, then they will have no face to return to the ethnic group.

Therefore, they, who have always been selfish and arrogant enough not to cooperate with other alien races, began to unite to protect the younger generation of alien races.

I sneered, stretched out my hand to grab it, a sword light fell into my hand, and then exerted a little force, that sword light was shattered into hundreds of tiny sword lights, and then let go of my hand silently, Those tiny sword glows, hidden behind those large sword glows, rushed towards those alien races.

A woman in orange clothes was holding a precious mirror, on which glowed rays of light formed a shield, firmly protecting a group of alien races.

She is a strong man in the late stage of False God, and for the rest, there is a late stage of False God, and three strong men in the middle stage of False God, who are constantly feeding her true energy to ensure that the mirror can be maintained forever.

That precious mirror is at least a mid-stage spirit weapon.

Defensive instruments of the spiritual level can still withstand my magic attacks, but they will not be so easy.

Because of the characteristics of my true essence and my realm, the power of the spells I cast is not that simple. Even an ordinary magic power will increase the power several times, not to mention, the spells I cast This is no ordinary magical power.Rather, the kendo technique that I began to comprehend a long time ago has been deeply comprehended by me, and its power is extremely powerful.

The most outstanding thing about it is that after it is used, it will produce a continuous rain of swords. As long as there is enough real energy, the rain of swords can last for a long time. Moreover, the power of each sword light is the same, and the power of each sword light is the same. The power depends on the strength of the caster himself.

Of course, my strength is not low. On the contrary, because of the uniqueness of my true essence, my true essence is still very powerful. Moreover, my true essence recovers extremely quickly. If I want to use this sword art, I will not be able to use it. stop.

Spirit weapons consume a lot of energy, and each attack of Jianmang consumes a lot of real energy. Therefore, they can only unite and input true energy together to ensure that the spirit weapons can protect them.

In fact, the coverage of this spiritual weapon is not limited to the small area where they are located, but they do not have the responsibility and necessity to protect other alien races.Originally, those alien races had nothing to do with them. If it wasn't for me who couldn't guarantee the safety of the younger generation in her own race, the woman in orange probably wouldn't join hands with the rest of the alien races and let them die.

The alien races that survived also had the opportunity to join forces with the woman in orange because of the existence of the rest of the alien races in the middle and late stages of the False God.

The orange-clothed woman was inputting her true energy with a sullen face, while sending a voice transmission to the other alien races: "This human race's true energy is limited, so it won't last long. Let's take turns inputting our true energy, and we will be able to consume him to death. At that time, he has exhausted his true energy and can only be slaughtered by us!"

"I want to find out about this kendo art." A middle-aged foreigner said with a greedy gleam in his eyes, "Killing the younger generation of my family must be compensated with something."

An old woman, who is also a foreign race in the middle stage of False God, said: "In our clan, genius disciples were also killed, and we should also be compensated. This sword formula also has our share."

The middle-aged foreigner snorted coldly and said, "What are you, you dare to steal things from me?"

The old woman said slowly, "Maybe I can't do it alone, but what about the three of us?"

The middle-aged alien sneered: "Even if there are three more, it won't help. There is no comparison between the middle stage of the False God and the late stage of the False God!"

"Really?" The old woman said lightly, "Then why are you trapped here like us?"

"You're looking for death!" The middle-aged foreigner's eyes turned cold, and he was told that he was in pain. He was originally trapped here by me, a late-stage Golden Core, and couldn't get away. In front of him, many of his fellow-races died. It has already made him very upset, not to mention that I am still a human race, this alone is enough to make him furious.

But because of my sword light, even if he was angry in his heart, he would temporarily suppress it, and the old woman Yizu said that, undoubtedly opened his scar on the spot.

(End of this chapter)