Chapter three hundred and fourteen, no rivals

As soon as the impulse to compose a poem, the Viper immediately began to speak and said, "let me, Lord Viper, write you a beautiful poem to say goodbye to you, you poor mortals! " And the Viper's neck suddenly extended, his head swung high like a Prowling Eagle, his mouth open to reveal his two hooked, sickle-like teeth, heading straight for the cold Nebula's neck.

Cold Nebula has been ready for a long time, but the speed of the snake head is too fast, the way is so different, cold nebula helpless, had to shake up behind a pair of wings, to fly up in the sky, ... That's how he survived the Viper's attack...

The Viper, seeing cold Nebula's discomfiture in order to evade his own attack, could not help feeling very pleased. He laughed and said, "AH! Elf, do you think I can only bite with my mouth? Take a look! Pale fire! " Then protruding from the mouth of a blue-green dim light of fire.

Cold Nebula saw the pit viper's big mouth unexpectedly spit out a ghost fire, the heart is also a Rin, so close distance, oneself already could not escape, had to fight hard. So I had to use the fastest speed in mid-air to brew up a small stream of fire in the body, in play at the same time, open shouted: "The fire! "

I saw the serpent's head spit out the blue-green Pale fire hit the cold nebula hit the pale fire, issued a "boom" the pale fire by the Pale fire fire Ashes to Ashes, the Cold Nebula took advantage of this opportunity to step back several steps before barely holding its shape.

While isriel watched the encounter between Viper and cold Nebula, which seemed to be held in check by viper, he lifted his runic bow to the ground, his feet resting on the ground, "You want to bully my baby in front of me? It's not that easy! I'll show you guys what I'm made of! " One lunged forward and drew a heavy hammer and Arrow from the quiver behind his back, he drew his bow and Arrow and shot at the viper.

Just as Isriel had shot the hammer and Arrow, the sparrows, with their streamers in their hands, leaped forward, and shouted to Isriel, "stop! Your opponent is here! "

Two women leap in the air, the hand of the rune wood bow and colorful streamer lance has been collided more than ten times. ISRIEL and the seven-colored finch are in a light identity, two up and down, one fight to the branches, and then to the air, the clash of weapons Jingling, the moment has been fighting dozens of rounds.

Unable to intervene in the four-man battle, Fangs Ralph and his pack of jackals surround serta breath.

Seeing so many enemies closing in on him, Celta Fengxi, though she was a little alarmed, forced a calm, swallowed her cigarette, held too much tightly, and thought to herself, "Damn it, I can't believe how many of them came up at once... I guess I'll just have to fight! "

Although I don't know exactly what kind of skills those jackals on the other side have, but with so many people surrounding them all at once, I'm sure I'll suffer if I fight in a group, thinking of this, Celta Fengxi immediately spoke up and said, "you cowards! Can anyone challenge me to a one-on-one fight? "

It would have been embarrassing to shout in front of so many people, but now it seems to be surrounded by a dozen jackals, this Celta breeze, this little girl, now has no time for fairy grace.

Ralph's men, forced to join his brother in pledging their allegiance to the devil, are no longer seeking ORC glory, but the jackals don't think so, in their hearts, oRC PRIDE has its place.

In the face of a deadly challenge from Certa Fengxi, these jackals, dressed as travelers, do not flock together, instead, a burly jackal roared, "I am Claw Dali of night city! Let me see what you can do, you little Elf! " And raised his bone-cleaver, heading straight for Celta wind-breath.

Dalj may have been born to powerful men, but he was born to a lower class of wolves, not to mention a group of Elven high priests, known as the CERTA breath. The physical condition of Certa Fengxi is not very outstanding, but it is more than adequate for dealing with some subordinate jackals. Over the course of a few rounds, Zelta wind found a loophole in Dalj's plan, and the cane fell, smashing Dalj's head in and knocking him to the ground.

Ralph, who had killed Dalj after only a few rounds with Celta Wind, had a certain fear of the latter, and Ralph, though the titular head of the operation, but his strength is really limited, if he was not the brother of the Lord of Cangya, he would never have entered this operation.

After knowing that he is not necessarily the opponent of Celta Wind, Cangya Ralph decisively laid siege to his men of Celta wind task!

Dalj's death has inadvertently added to these jackals'fears that, in a single fight, no one would be a match for the Serta Zephyr, now that Ralph has ordered a siege, then the ORC's honor is at stake. So the other jackals swarmed in, surrounding serta breath.

Cold Nebula and the pit viper is fighting, but found SERTA wind wind has been dozens of jackals surrounded in the middle. At this rate, Zelta Fengxi will be chopped into pieces of meat. So hurriedly once again played a ghost fire, hit the head of the Viper, want to kill the viper head, to rescue a large number of Jackal Wolf siege of CERTA wind.

However, because the cold Nebula this time hit the fire is a little anxious, and the intention is very obvious, so the viper very easily avoided the cold nebula this time fire attack.

However, because of the fire of the shadow of the attack is really let people have fear, so the viper or subconsciously withdrew a good distance, afraid of being this fire of the shadow of the body a little bit.

And the Cold Nebula on one side doesn't care what the Viper thinks, take the opportunity that the Viper is beaten to run away, fly to the side of Certa · Breeze, open his mouth, two small mouthfuls of the fire of the nether world, ... In an instant, two jackals with their backs to themselves, the Wolf, burned to a cinder...

The pack of wayfaring jackals who lay siege to the Serta wind saw that they were being attacked from behind, and in addition to leaving two men to continue attacking the wounded Serta Wind Wind, the others, led by Ralph, turned their backs, to battle the cold Nebula.

Seeing the cold Nebula rush to its aid at this critical moment, even though its opponents came to its aid, Zelta wind was moved to watch the wolves rush toward the cold Nebula for fear that it might be in danger, "Cold Nebula! BE CAREFUL! " He began hurriedly

Just as the jackals were about to surround cold Nebula and the wind of CERTA, Israel fired two heavy sledgehammers and arrows, pushing back the sparrows that had been fighting her, out of the package behind him, he pulled out a handful of hidden format weapons and threw them at the jackals.

The dark weapons that Isreal managed to release knocked over several jackals at breakneck speed as they tried to lay siege to cold Nebula and CERTA wind, the few that remain shouldn't be too much of a concern in the face of cold nebulae and CERTA winds.

Just in the SERTA wind to thank Isreal help, only listen to the Jie of a strange call, that was just cold Nebula with the ghost of fire back of the Viper again rushed back, . To take advantage of the opportunity to join the jackals against the cold Nebula.

Cold Nebula saw the viper head again to their own, and with the help of Israel's hidden weapons, the only side of the Serta wind only a few jackals, presumably should not be a problem in a short time.

Seeing the Viper head shaking his neck, a small white face with the dim fire swooped toward him, also unafraid, shaking the pair of bright red wings behind him, fighting with the Viper head in one place.

Viper's flexible neck flew up and down with his pretty face, and up and down surrounded the cold Nebula, which was whirled about by the fire of Hades. Cold Nebulas sometimes hide, sometimes play a small fire of the Nether to resist.

The Cold Nebula now began to hate itself too slow to restore the fire of the Nether world. When it was just used to force the viper out, it used up most of the fire of the nether world in its body, adding a few small ones and also hit quite a few, now the body has the power to estimate even a normal pale fire do not come out.

And their own movement speed is really not compared to the Viper head neck flexibility. I had to fly with a pair of wings in mid-air to hang on and drag the Viper to myself to buy time for ISRIEL and Celta Wind.

Isriel, on the other hand, was much more relaxed against the paucity. As the devil, its greatest ability is to rely on the colorful plumage into a bird, relying on keen insight and unrestricted movement to track the enemy and pass the message.

But the combat ability itself is not outstanding at all, in addition will not what in the battle may injure the enemy's magic. In the face of ISRIEL's various attacks, the only thing that was beaten was parry, no defense, and retreat.

The original white and delicate face is also sweat dripping wet, kept gasping for breath, watching to even the hands of colorful streamer short gun are unstable.