The Age of Magic Cards: Summon the Silly Hair King at the beginning

The green veins ran along the arm to the palm of the hand, and Mimic Xuanyuan Sword was already held in his hand.

Seeing that Dunwu was dead, those Flying Demon elites showed a hint of hysterical madness instead of fear.

How could Xie Xiao let go of such a fine sandbag?

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Chapter 350 Confidence

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The golden giant sword split the last flying demon in half with a fierce momentum, and half of the sword body sank into the ground.

Looking at the fifth-order flying demon that turned into two halves, the corners of Bai Lin's eyes twitched imperceptibly.

I can't tell that my new comrade-in-arms still has a certain degree of violent tendencies. Should I be more careful when I get along with him in the future? If I don't pay attention to propriety, will I end up with this flying demon?

"It's alright."

Xie Xiao didn't pull out the Mimetic Xuanyuan Sword stuck in the ground, but broke it back into irregular magic power with a wave of his hand.

"fine."

This flying demon originally came towards Bai Lin, or in other words, after hitting the back, all the flying demons aimed at Bai Lin who maintained the formation.

Because they know that only by breaking the formation, the movement here will attract the attention of the strong in the alien camp, and they can gain that glimmer of hope.

But unfortunately, in the hands of the first team of Immortal Blade, they were basically wiped out without any big waves.

After a battle, almost no one was injured, only Pan Wei had some skin cuts due to the first wave of flying demons' attack, and under Sikong Yuxi's treatment, he recovered within ten seconds.

"We still have a lot of goals. Let's temporarily withdraw and look for opportunities."

Taking out a list, Aihong crossed Dunwu's name on it, without any intention of staying here any longer.

This place is too close to the camp of alien races, even with Bai Lin's Lost Sky Formation, 843 is not foolproof, it will be fine in a short time, but in a long time, the alien races will definitely notice the strangeness here.

This is not a place to stay for a long time. After burying the traces of his evacuation, he didn't even intend to take another look at those flying demon corpses, let alone bury them.

Everyone quickly disappeared into the dense forest, and the dust settled. Except for the ground changed by the battle and the corpses all over the ground, everything seemed to have returned to the quiet atmosphere before.

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"Be careful, there have been a lot of assassinations recently, there must be those human troops infiltrating in, be vigilant!"

A huge figure with iron-gray muscles all over its body, with a cautious look in its one eye that is completely different from its physique.

Behind them are dozens of slightly smaller abominations, but for human height, they are already a group of giants.

Generally speaking, the "armies" of different races organize the same race into the same team. After all, the gap between races and races between different races is like a moat!

Conflicts and contradictions may occur at any time, unless the number of "armies" is large enough, otherwise, it is basically impossible for various races to complement each other's talents.

This is also a major disadvantage of foreign teams. Small teams are too single.

Although this place is very close to the alien camp, there is always an ominous premonition lingering in his heart. After all, the camp is almost panicked by these assassinations these days.

The people who were assassinated were closer to where they were now, and it couldn't help being careless.

"Mitian Formation, get up!"

The familiar gray mist enveloped the surrounding area, but it looked empty from the outside.

"Enemy attack!"

The one-eyed constriction was hated. I was just worried before, but I didn't expect them to actually meet them.

Hearing the roar of hatred, countless abominations as huge as iron towers pulled out the swords and fang stone sticks that were originally inserted in their backs.

call!call!call!

But the enemy they expected did not appear. Instead, there were waves of flapping wings in the sky.

And the numbers are absolutely terrifying.

The single eye that hated the old man looked up, and immediately saw a scene that made his eyes tear open.

"It's the flying dragon! The flying dragon family! Damn it!"

Heads of bipedal dragons cut through the sea of ​​fog, flapping their wings, exuding the unique power of the dragon clan from top to bottom.

As for quantity?So at a glance, there are at least a thousand wyverns overwhelming the sky!

There are only dozens of abominations in their squad.

"Damn it! We haven't made any trouble with the Feilong Clan recently! Why!"

It's hard to understand why it hates it, but the matter is urgent, and it can only fight.

There are thousands of bipedal dragons, each of which has the aura of the fifth level. The strength of the fifth level may not be very high among the flying dragons, but there are too many of them.

Bear!

The scorching dragon's breath spewed down with an astonishing temperature. The scene of thousands of dragon's breaths gushing out at the same time was extremely spectacular. The terrifying flames seemed to burn all the creatures on the ground into ashes.

The Abomination Clan, which is extremely lacking in air-to-air means, can basically only be beaten by the powerful air superiority of the Wyvern.

"Go to hell!"

The powerful seventh-level aura on Yangu's body exploded, and the fang stone stick in his hand flew into the sky with great power.

boom! boom! boom!

The few wyverns who had no time to dodge were directly smashed into minced meat by the heavy fang stone stick, but the wyverns did not fall down after losing signs of life, but just dissipated in the air and turned into magic power.

"No! These are not flying dragons!"

Resentment reacted immediately, and it was also wondering why the flying dragons, which had always been rare in number, would form such a large group to attack them.

It turns out that this is not a flying dragon clan at all!

Look at the signs of death that dissipate into magic power, this is basically a summoning thing.

"Hey, that big guy! I can't just let you kill like this."

A slightly complaining female voice sounded, and Hate Gu felt his scalp tingle, and the huge sense of threat drove it to rush to the left instinctively.

boom!

The huge black dragon claws tore through the air and pressed down brazenly!

The ground was overwhelmed and cracked, and the three abominations, all of which were around the fifth level, turned into meat paste under the dragon's claws.

"Black Dragon?!"

He Gu's scalp was numb, and a black dragon, which was countless times bigger than its body, was staring at it covetously, even its body was not as big as half a dragon's claw.

And the most frightening thing is that the aura of this black dragon is completely different from those of those bipedal wyverns. Even some pure-blooded dragons it has seen before do not have this level of aura.

And it seemed to have an illusion. On the head of the black dragon, there stood a sassy figure in a black armor skirt.

"How could those arrogant fellows of the Dragon Clan accept a human stepping on their heads!"

The only strange thing is that the realm of this black dragon is just like those of the two-legged wyverns, only the fifth level.

But before he had time to think about it, the huge black dragon claw came again!

"Roar--!!!"

Angry because of hatred, the muscles all over his body swelled, and his already huge physique swelled again, and he swung the Fangshi stick in his hand fiercely.

In terms of physical strength, even a pure-blooded black dragon couldn't beat it by much at the fifth level.

Then--

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, like a kicked ball, flying fiercely into the sky.

ps: I'm sorry, readers, although my grandma doesn't have any big problems, but there must be no one watching over there, so I just rushed to code such a chapter.

Image: Extremely charming.

Chapter 350 Fafnir

The black dragon tail easily entangled the body in mid-air, and then tightened instantly.

The terrifying power of the country-destroying dragon crunched the body of the old man.

"Roar! Roar!"

Hate's eyes turned scarlet, his giant feet were swinging, and he was struggling frantically, his aura like a demon god made people secretly startled.

However, as the black dragon of destroying the country, Fafnir's physical strength is almost beyond the standard level. Even though the rank is two levels lower than the hatred, the nobility and mystery contained in the bloodline are enough to make up for these gaps.

Even beyond.

The dragon's tail tightened again, and Favnir's dragon pupils were full of jokes, as if he was looking at a living "toy", swung it up high, and then smashed it down with a bang.

A deep hole was instantly blasted out on the ground by a huge force, and his angry brain was also emptied.

It was as if under the impact of the skull, all emotions and restlessness vanished into thin air.

"Hiss, no wonder you are so confident, Xie Xiao. So this magic card of yours is from the summoning system?! And the strength of the summoned object is so exaggerated?"

There was a hint of horror in Aihong's eyes, looking at the black dragon that hoisted up the seventh-level hatred and hammered it, and then looked at the overwhelming biped-flying dragon that was roasting a group of elite hatreds below.

This is the fifth order?

The fifth-order necromancer-type magic card doesn't have such a terrifying summoning quality, does it?

That's right, quality rather than quantity. The black dragon Favnir, including the thousands of wyverns, are all fifth-order, which is the same level as Joan of Arc.

Even an epic-level necromancer at the fifth level would never be able to summon thousands of summoned creatures of the same level as himself, let alone the dragon clan, which is already known for its strength?

"Uh, haha, so so so."

Xie Xiao laughed, being extremely perfunctory, he had no idea how much psychological trauma his words had caused to the friends in the first team.

"You call this normal?"

Bai Lin was breaking out in a cold sweat. If the rest of the first team didn't have to fish here because of Joan, then he was probably the only model worker here.

Because he is responsible for maintaining the inscription circle, otherwise such a big movement here would have been discovered by people from the alien camp.

Bai Lin has been here for three years, and has been in charge of the inscription formation for two years, but he has never once felt so much pressure to maintain the most basic Mitian formation!

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows."

In such a short period of time, nearly a quarter of his magic power had been consumed.

Bai Lin was weeping. Usually, his magic power to maintain the Misty Formation was not even as good as the natural recovery. Where had he encountered such a big scene?

"Puchi-"

Sikong Yuxi laughed out loud, but still summoned the holy water elf to replenish Bai Lin's magic power.

"You kid still lacks exercise, and you're weak after just a while?"

Ai Hong patted Bai Lin's shoulder, almost making him reel.

"Come and try changing the captain? It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk..."

Bai Lin said quietly, but he still honestly increased the output of magic power.

But what made him breathe a sigh of relief was that the battle over there was coming to an end.

"Roar--!!"

……

"Ugh-!!"

……

"what--!!"

As time went by, I felt that my body no longer belonged to me.

The anger at the beginning also disappeared, and he let the thick dragon claws grab him, and then rubbed against the ground, and his one-eyed eyes lost the light of life.

His mind has been completely turned into a puddle of paste because of the constant hammering.

stab-