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Chapter 619: Human Race, Zhao Fan!(2/2)

"Generals, form the formation!"

Ao Han knew that the human youth from the outside world was definitely not an idiot who came to die because of a hot head, so he immediately raised the importance to Long Li.

The nine generals mobilized their demonic power, and the Raging Dragon Tide Battle Formation reappeared. Although one Emperor Crab general was missing, the gain was slightly reduced, but in reality the difference was not much.

Ao Han transformed into the body of a green dragon, holding the Dragon Walking Sword with one claw. The other three claws and the dragon tail behind him were in different postures. He was worried that something might change later, so he was ready to use the strongest move as soon as he got up.

"The one named Zhao Fan...is that really okay?"

"I hope."

"I believe that my little sister's vision can allow her to give her the dragon scales of her life. How can she be an ordinary person?"

The eight princes not far away communicated through voice transmission. The death of the Emperor Crab General gave them a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

No matter how small the hope is, it is still better than nothing.

As for the third prince who was knocked down from the Floating Dragon Platform by Ao Han's sword, he was on the verge of death and fell into a deep sleep. He did not know that a young man came to disrupt the situation. However, he was "saved" because of the appearance of the other party.

A life, otherwise, Ao Han's next sword will chop off his dragon's head to establish his authority.

At this time, a shadow of a knife suddenly appeared in Zhao Fan's free right hand.

On the snow-white blade, there is a five-clawed golden dragon attached, with its tail turning into a handle.

Long Yao Heavenly Sword!

The moment it appears.

Many dragon clans, including Ao Han, the eight princes and even Long Li on the ground, seemed to feel a big mountain suddenly coming, towering over their souls, a kind of suppression originating from their blood...

"Kneel down!"

Zhao Fan moved his lips and teeth lightly, and at the same time, golden brilliance floated on his hand and poured into the blade along the dragon's tail.
Chapter completed!
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