Metropolis Super Mercenary King

"Grass, is it eighty-one?" What Fang Hao saw was a cold sweat.

At this moment, a huge fire has been formed around the Phoenix.

Fang Hao had no time to think about it, and quickly rushed to the pit.

"Xiao Hong, what's up?"

Although Huofeng was damaged all over, it looked extremely miserable, and even the gas engine was weak, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

However, Huofeng's head is still high, even if the beautiful feathers turn to scorched black at the moment, it can't cover up the arrogance and arrogance of Huofeng.

Huo Hao doesn't need to say, "I don't need to talk about it."

Fang Hao was decisive and left quickly, but his heart was also quite shocked. He felt that Huofeng had changed, especially the arrogance, the obstinacy of fighting with the heaven and the earth. Fang Hao had never seen a breath like a king.

The thunder continues to fall, Fang Hao is also very worried about looking on the side, but Huofeng doesn't know whether she is stubborn and refuses to help herself, or can really survive.

At the time of eighty thunder and lightning, Huofeng's body is not unbearable to be described.

Now it looks like a roast chicken. Its feathers fall off completely. A smell of meat spreads in the air. When Fang Hao is worried, he can't help swallowing his mouth.

"Qiang..."

The Phoenix shrieked and spread it far away. It seemed that he was scolding and expressing his unwillingness and stubbornness.

The 81st lightning never fell.

But the sky seems to be brewing a unique killing machine, dark clouds rotating, forming a huge vortex.

"Can't there be purple thunder?" Fang Hao looked at the sky. He didn't see the purple lightning just now.

However, Fang Hao was not sure about such a terrible Qi machine.

Suddenly, Fang Hao is close to Huofeng. Once purple thunder appears, it will be a fatal blow to the broken body of Huofeng.

However, the cloud of thunder and lightning broke the sky in a moment.

The fire phoenix suddenly unfolded its broken wings and let out a loud cry.

"Qiang..."

Boom!

Everything seemed to have ended, but Fang Hao's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. He felt the vitality of Huofeng was declining rapidly.

The next moment, Fang Hao came to the center of the pit, looking at the fire phoenix whose body was broken to the extreme. Fang Hao's heart seemed to be pulled tightly by something, and his heart was hurt.

"Xiao Hong..."

Without answering, Fang Hao instantly took out some of the Phoenix's blood left in the treasure bag, and fell desperately on Huofeng's body.

In the blood, contains the astonishing vitality, and the formidable restoration strength.

And it's Fire Phoenix.

Pour into the frail and dying body of Huofeng, and the blood will melt into it instantly.

However, Huofeng's vitality is constantly weakening. Huofeng can't even speak, and her burnt head is hanging on the ground and can't lift itself.

"Xiao Hong, Cao, don't scare me!" Fang Hao was in a hurry and poured all the remaining Phoenix blood on Huofeng's body.

But Huofeng's body is too broken. The blood of Phoenix is just a drop in the bucket. It seems that it has little effect.

When the breath of Huofeng completely disappeared, Fang Hao's face turned pale and incomparable.

Touched by the lifeless broken Phoenix body, Fang Hao's hand is shaking violently.

"Xiaohong, your uncle's, aren't you immortal? Don't be so funny Fang Hao held the last hope and called to Huofeng.

It's quiet, there's no breath.

The thick black clouds, the storm completely dispersed, the sun cast down, the earth renewed vitality.

But Fang Hao felt that the world had turned grey and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The first time, with a strong sense of regret, he should not listen to Huofeng, help him carry down, how much can help, count how much.

A sadness also hit his heart. Fang Hao's eyes were red, and he held Huofeng up directly.

At this time, Fang Hao suddenly realized that something was wrong. Huofeng was his mount, and there was an inexplicable connection between their original gods.

If he died, he would have a great impact on Huofeng. If he died, he would lose his intelligence, or even die on the spot.

And Huofeng's death will also have a certain impact on his original spirit.

But now, not to mention the influence, even his original spirit does not feel the same.

"No!"

Fang Hao quickly put the fire phoenix down, and then waited on the side, and the expectation reappeared in his eyes.

This waiting process is the biggest suffering of Fang Hao in his life. The longer he waits, the more anxious he is.

"Did I guess wrong?" Fang Hao's face became more and more ugly.

At this time, Huofeng's body suddenly burned with a raging flame.When feeling the moment of this flame, Fang Hao's heart suddenly gave a long breath.

Because this is the unique immortal fire of the Huofeng clan. It is inspired at the moment, just like the situation of the young seedlings on that day.

Although there is no breath, but it is not dead, just a temporary dormancy of vitality.

Fang Hao's face finally eased down, and then put Huofeng into his best spirit beast bag. He didn't know how long the process would take.

After finishing these things, Fang Hao went straight to the West.

More than a year later, Fang Hao came to the evil collar again. Now, the evil collar has changed greatly. Under the governance of the state policy of the Daqin Dynasty and the management of governor tuba, the evil collar has not had the situation of starvation everywhere.

A lot of small towns have been built in the territory of sin territory, and a large number of good fields have been opened on the barren land. The people do not say that they are rich, but they can live and work in peace and contentment.

On the land of Nanchuan, there are numerous campsites. In the south of Nanchuan, there are more campsites. In the middle of the two armies, cavalry formation forms one by one. They are persistent.

At the moment, tuba is standing in the rear of a very majestic chariot, looking at the enemy in the distance, as well as his own various types of cavalry.

He is in the infantry camp, and behind him are countless crossbow generals, responsible for long-range attacks.

In the rear area, there are countless flying horses on a hill. The flying beasts on these seats are not necessarily powerful. As long as one or two people can sit, they can become the flying horses of Daqin.

Under the control of the orc master, the riders are quietly waiting for orders to move out.

At the moment, tuba frowned. He had fought with shenguobing for dozens of times. Although the scale of each battle was very large, the soldiers were killed and wounded each other.

Even so, the soldiers under his command were a little tired.