The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 730 Despair
Otherwise, with these wastes, Feng Zhuo would not be able to be caught alive.

Hundreds of thousands of soul troops, under the relentless fighting of the burning army, lost tens of thousands in a short period of time, and then Long Jue sanctioned some people, and the number of soul troops shrank significantly.

All the silver medal soul envoys have been killed, leaving only the iron and bronze medal soul envoys.

However, even a strong man at the peak of Ziling, after witnessing the scenes of death and resurrection, his defenses were defeated.

The Burning Army showed no signs of weakening.

Even the swords in their hands didn't know how many times they were cut, and they were not tired.

They are always in a state of extreme excitement.

As long as Feng Zhuo's ability is not withdrawn, as long as the people of the soul clan are not slaughtered, they will not stop.

"General, it's time to harvest!" Feng Zhuo's face was pale, and the icicles in his eyes were extremely thick.

She has used up all the powers stored in the tower, and her own power release is almost at the limit. The sequelae of the powers that haven't appeared for a long time hit her, and her head was dizzy one after another.

This was the ending she had long thought of.

However, in such a situation, how could she not stand up?
Do you want her to just watch Burning Army and everyone go to die?
Now, she has frightened these people out of their courage with supernatural powers, as long as Lu Jiean brings people to harvest.

And she can't faint now!
Feng Zhuo clenched his fists tightly, the tender palms were already bloody from being stabbed.

"The old man's big sword is already hungry and thirsty!" Lu Jie'an said, raising his arms and shouting, the flag of Fengyan Kingdom was flying high, and the excited people who were watching on the city wall all rushed down the city wall at this moment, He rushed towards the soul clan like crazy.

They were fearless in the first place, and now they are even more fearless!
Because they have goddesses to help them!

Their mistress is a goddess!
A goddess with the art of bringing the dead back to life!
The people of the soul clan looked at the people swarming over, their eyes were full of despair!
They want to resist, but feel that their hands are weak, their legs are trembling, and they can't think of resisting at all.

"Hold it! Hold it for me!" Long Jue shouted eagerly.

The rescuers he called have not come yet, so we must hold on!

However, there is a saying that the army is defeated like a mountain!
The Soul Clan's hearts were originally divided, and coupled with the successive shocks, the hearts of the people were completely broken.

There were screams one after another, and the number of the soul army was constantly decreasing.

"Kill the dragon!" The long sword in Feng Zhuo's hand pointed directly at the person at the rear.

With the cooperation of other people, Burning Army slaughtered all the iron and bronze medal soul envoys, and Qiqi set his sights on Long Jue.

The Burning Army, cast from countless deaths, once again sublimated.

Their strength has been improved by one or two ranks in this endless killing.

Being watched by them, Long Jue felt a strong smell of blood rushing towards his face, as if he was in the [-]th floor of hell, as if countless fierce ghosts with claws and claws rushed at him, his face paled in fright, and he retreated one after another.

At this time, he no longer cared about waiting for the reinforcements to capture Feng Zhuo alive, and he also forgot about the order to unify the Eastern Ming Continent, and only wanted to escape... run away...

He immediately took out the teleportation scroll from the storage ring and crushed it directly.

After being shrouded in the light and mist of the teleportation scroll, he roared, "Feng Zhuo! You wait! You wait for me! You will become the number one target of the Soul Clan!"

(End of this chapter)