Iron Cross Fire

Hehe..

Seeing the reaction of Timur and the others, Prince Aotian raised a scornful smile.

Then, Prince Aotian looked at Nalan Wushuang: "Interesting, I didn't expect you to find helpers so quickly. Do you think they can stop me? How naive!"

Nalan Wushuang bit her lips tightly, met Prince Aotian's eyes, and said in a delicate voice: "What is the grudge between you and me? Why do you want to kill me?" Because of amnesia, Nalan Wushuang forgot his identity, and naturally couldn't remember the Prince Aotian in front of him.

Amnesia?

Hearing this, Prince Aotian frowned, and then looked at Nalan Wushuang's expression. It didn't seem like he was pretending, and he smiled coldly: "It's best if you can't remember it. You don't have to bear so many secrets when you die."

As he said, Prince Aotian glanced at Timur coldly: "This is my last warning, get out now, otherwise you will all die."

Huh!

Timur took a deep breath, not frightened at all, but stared at Prince Aotian: "Did you beat this girl?"

Prince Aotian sneered and did not respond.

Seeing him like this, it was equivalent to acquiescence. Timur said firmly: "I don't care what grudges you have. Anyway, I am here, and you can't hurt her at all."

Although the Rakshasa tribe advocates the use of force, they hate bullying the weak the most.

"Numbular!"

At this moment, Prince Aotian was too lazy to talk nonsense, and coldly spit out a few words: "Since you want to die, then I will fulfill your wish." As soon as the voice fell, the figure burst out again and rushed straight to Timur.

Buzz!

The powerful breath fluctuations made the surrounding air extremely distorted.

What a strong force.

At this moment, Timur was startled, but his eyes flashed with determination. At that time, he did not hesitate at all, and urged the power of his whole body to attack with one palm.

Bang!

Instantly, the palms of both sides collided, making a roar. Then, Timur groaned and fell to the ground. He then retreated more than ten steps before stabilizing his figure.

Prince Aotian shook his figure, but his expression was normal.

This man is so young, but he has such a domineering power...

After stabilizing his figure, Timur looked at Prince Aotian closely, his heart was full of shock, his blood was churning, and his internal organs were almost displaced.

What?

At the same time, the faces of more than a dozen Rakshasa warriors around him also changed, and they were all shocked.

This young man is too strong.

You know, Timur is one of the best gold medal warriors of the Rakshasa tribe, and he is the right-hand man of the queen. His strength is unfathomable, but at this time, facing this young man, he couldn't even take a palm.

"Just a bunch of clowns."

At this time, Prince Aotian, who was suspended in the air, had contempt in his eyes: "With this little strength, you want to be a hero to save the beauty? You have to know that being a hero will cost you a price."M.

Swoosh!

When the last word fell, Prince Aotian's divine power burst out, and his figure was like a flash of lightning, coming straight towards Timur.

Timur did not dare to be careless, and immediately drew out the scimitar on his body, and at the same time shouted to the surrounding warriors: "Form a formation, a net of heaven and earth!"

Hua La...

Hearing the order, more than a dozen Rakshasa warriors burst out and surrounded Prince Aotian in mid-air.

For a moment, the scimitars swung out cold rays, interweaving into a net of swords, directly blocking Prince Aotian's retreat in front, behind, left and right. When the sword light flashed, the sky was torn apart.

The net of heaven and earth is a unique sword formation of the Rakshasa tribe, which is very sharp and domineering. When the Jiuzhou Alliance fought against the Rakshasa tribe, many people died under this sword formation.

Timur was extremely talented. After being entrusted with an important task by Mona half a year ago, he improved the Heavenly Net several times, making this sword formation more powerful and domineering.

Huh!

Seeing this scene, Nalan Wushuang's delicate body trembled slightly, and she was stunned.

She could feel that the sword formation in front of her had hidden killer moves every time it changed, but... could it deal with this terrible man?

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Timur and a dozen Rakshasa warriors worked closely together in the air, but they were still unable to suppress Prince Aotian.

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