Commanding Wind and Cloud

"your Highness."

Dormonk hurried to his knees on both knees and said with his head to the ground, "His Highness Princess, your servant, Dormonk, says hello."

The three young generations of the Damon ethnic group with arrogant dissatisfaction, with a warning-filled eyes, stared hard at the energy, bent down and bowed their knees to the Lucifer water to forcefully salute.

The two patriarchs of the Mamen Demon sneered at each other. The Damon was really a generation inferior to the other. In the youngest generation, even the princesses of the royal family of Lucifer were not in their eyes, and they did not say on one knee. With so much reluctance, don't they know who gave them their power?

Lucifer stared coldly at the three Mongolians who were kneeling on the knees. I heard that the Mongolians had taken refuge in the prince's side. Now the attitude of the younger generation should be true.

"Let's get up." Lucifer didn't look much at Monique, and a short-eared tribe couldn't afford any 1ang flowers.

"Thank Your Highness Your Highness Princess." Domenico climbed up from the ground in horror, causing the three young Domen behind to be disdainful, even if it was the princess of the royal family of Lucifer? Why should the elder demon behave so humblely.

"Whitewater flying mirror!"

The three young Dumons sang a cold drink at the same time, standing slightly thinner in the center, and the demons with some collapsed eyes took a step to stare energetically: "Seeing the elders of the Dumons, you can't come to worship!"

The other two Damon young demons smiled at the same time, and this time they returned the words of the whitewater flying mirror to the half-blood demon, letting him know what is powerful. It also means that he is worshipping himself.

"Domen? What kind of rot? That's not heard." He drew his ears vigorously: "I have noble Lucifer blood flowing on me, and I need to kneel to a tribe elder who hasn't heard it?"

Domenico's waist was about to straighten suddenly, this half-blood was too arrogant! How dare to ignore the existence of the Domon? Even the demons with ten bloodlines are afraid to do so! Who do you think you are?

"Domon Sato." Domenic said coldly, with a somber face, "Elder Ben, today I want to see a mixed blood demon who can be dispatched by the chiefs of the Mamen Demon Clan. I did not expect him to be so arrogant. . Dare to insult the great Damon, give me a hard lesson and let him know the greatness of the Damon. "

"Yes, respectable elder demon."

At first, the young Dumon Demon stepped forward slowly and empty-handed, and the fighting spirit in his body swelled and swelled, and reached the situation of the Three Wars of the Demon in one breath. In the words of the Devil, it was already the third order and three layers!

Tough! An ordinary demon looks like he is only thirty years old, and he is actually three levels and three levels! The two chiefs of the Mamen Demon clan nodded again and again, it seems that the Daumon clan should have obtained a new fighting secret, otherwise it is impossible for such a young demon to be raised to such a degree.

"I'm coming!" Burning Road Crazy Song stepped out before jumping out.

Dormont sat looking puzzledly at Burning Path Crazy Song. Is this Demon with green skin? The sparse head is very pitiful. I am afraid that it is the lowest level of the reclamation group of the demons. To put it bluntly, it is the tribe that opened up the wasteland, a race with the number of inferior bellia demons.

However, most of this tribe's brain intelligence has some problems, its appearance is very ugly, and the entire tribe has no powerful fighting secrets and no blood power. It belongs to the lowest level of the demons.

"You? A wasteland wasteland, dare to challenge the great me and the great Damon people?" There was a utter contempt on Dormont Sater's face. This wasteland people seems to be only twenty years old. What if he was fifty years old? Desolate people are always waste!

"Sure enough, there is something wrong with the heads of the Falcons." Dormont Sato raised his arm: "Need me to give you an arm? Young falcons?"

Demon ... Fu Mo ... Feng Mo battle! Three-tier one!

The arrogant Dajin gold raged violently from the body of the Burning Song, and the heart bulged a little above his double eyebrows, infinitely raising the lowly breath of the Ken royal family.

This ... Dormon Sartre's complexion suddenly changed. how can that be? He is a waste of the Ken family! And depending on his age, I am afraid he is only twenty years old?

Domonic almost bit his tongue in surprise. Is this still a wasteland? So young, third-order one? Lucifer flowing, where did he find such a freak reclamation tribe?

The remaining two young Dumons were also shocked at the same time, which was too frightening! If Zhetian is another demon tribe, if you suddenly come up with such a person, you can startle the demon suddenly. The tribe such a low-income tribe that can no longer be low-priced actually emerges such a freak?

Fen Tu Fange slowly opened his arms and moved his shoulders with a sneer: "Are you sure, let me have an arm?"

Dormont Sartor's surprised face suddenly became a bit stiff. There was a gap between the third-order and the third-order and three-tiers, but there was no gap to allow one arm.

"Why? Don't you dare?" The words of Burning Road Crazy Song were full of disdain: "I don't need you to let me!"

The words fall! At the foot of the burning song, the fighting spirit exploded continuously, and the dust rose to form a blossoming lotus, pushing his body high to Dormont Sato.

Bang Bang!

With every step of the Burning Path song, not only was the lotus-like dust under the foot, but also the roar like a drum of war, Dormon Sartre had a feeling that it wasn't a magic warrior but a group of people wearing heavy armor. Cemetery fighters!

The burning song of madness is fast. In a blink of an eye, he has rushed to the front of Dormont Sato. He raised his hands and spread his fingers out flat. The joints are slightly raised, like the back of the gun and more like the blade. There are two weird ways to change back and forth. The faint hissing noises flowed between the palms of his hands, like the assault of a saber.

Ground breaking!

The sacrifice of the path to the burning of the flames and the formation of the golden spirits of the sacred class, which are inherited from the enthusiasm, broke through the ground and pierced the eyes of Dormont Sato.

Domon Sarto's sensitive skin felt that the oncoming blow was extraordinary. He instinctively wanted to avoid it, but he heard the enthusiasm and a disdainful snoring very timely, as if laughing at him in the face of a deserted family. The demons did not dare to fight directly.

Will I be afraid of the waste of a wastelander? What if it is a third-order one? The third level of this magic! Dormon's chest rushed with a sense of arrogance, and his wrist turned to the right hand with five fingers, forming a weird shape, as if the hammer was not a pure solid hammer, but an empty hammer. Flip and scroll to meet the palm of the burning song.

Rumble? Domenico's eyes are all proud, a Kenken tribe is a Kengan tribe without a head, after all, wants to fight against the demons of the Domon tribe?

The wrist of Fen Tu Feng Ge trembled suddenly, and the straight arm seemed to turn suddenly like a gun body full of bullets, rushing past the empty hammer of Dormont, and the body suddenly shrank down at the same time!

Suddenly, the burning song of Burning Path is like a lotus flower that has been released, and it has returned to the form of flowers and flowers that were not before its blooming. The whole movement is natural, as if it was the night when the lotus was expressed to the demons, and it will be all over again. The process of closing.

This one, one! Naturally, he was still within the attack range of Dormont Satus, but he would not be attacked at all.

this is? Dormont Sato couldn't get the hammer anymore. He pressed his elbow directly to find the angle and attacked the back of the burning song.

Suddenly! The burning song of the burning path that closed the petals exploded again at the next moment of contraction! Just like after a long night waiting for the early rising sun, the Nu lotus blooms again! It's like a golden lotus!

Obviously it is not a golden heart, but the fighting spirit that blooms is full of golden light!

Broken ... In the flash of thought in Dormon Sartor's mind, the palms of Burning Path's Crazy Song had been pressed against his chest.

Iron bull vindictive! Stop me! Dormon's body muscles are tight and tight, and the bodyguard skills are perfect at this moment. The integration of the body is like an iron plate, like everything in the world, it will become vulnerable in front of this bodyguard skills.

Block it! Stop it, my feet are here! Dormon Sartre's self-confidence skyrocketed, as if he had seen the moment when he blocked the attack and defeated his opponent.

"Bad me!"

The burning path mad song is also full of confident words. At the same time, Domonzath's chest bones cracked, and the severe pain seemed to tear his entire body, and his fighting spirit was completely shattered ~ www. readwn.com ~ How is this possible? Domon Sart listened to the sound of the fracture of his bones, his heart was soaring, and I hurt? Don't worry about it!

The mighty fierce will will complete the attack of lifting the legs, and the huge footprints will be immaculately printed on the chest of the Burning Song, slamming a muffled sound like a war drum, sigh!

boom! There was a pain in Dormon's feet, as if it wasn't the demon's chest that was fettered, but was stuck on a solid steel plate! The overwhelming shock directly flew out of his already backed body, and the whole demon rolled a few times on the ground before stopping completely.

call!

Fen Tu Feng Ge raised his hands and took a breath on his stinging chest, staring proudly at Dormont Satu, who fell to the ground, and chopped the ground under the combination of Dazheng Jin's fighting spirit, just like the real sword. Is your body fighting skills blocked?

"This ... how is it possible?" Dormon Sartre wanted to get up, and the severe pain made him fall to the ground again. His words were full of incomprehensible taste. His own foot was also a full-force kick. Bend, how does this demon symbolize that xìng takes two steps to finish? Didn't even break a bone