As the two groups of troops split into three groups to support Han Sanqian, the battle on the scene suddenly became more intense and intense.
The people of Moyun Ghost City have always been worthy of being licked at the tip of a knife. Although they fight as a team, their combat literacy is extremely high.
Facing that group of elites, although they were very small in number, they were already familiar with each other as they had fought against each other for a long time. In addition, the army of strange beasts could always support each other. After defeating several people in succession, this group of people seized the weapons.
, and began to kill everyone.
Although the number of elites in this group is extremely large and they always have an overwhelming advantage, the roundabout attacks of this group of people always give the army of strange beasts an opportunity to stabilize their position.
But Han Sanqian was much more relaxed.
Almost all of these white-clothed masters are top-notch masters, and they will not fall behind in the face of this group of masters who deserve to be defeated.
It can even be said that the master in white still has the upper hand in one-on-one situations.
In terms of internal strength cultivation, or in terms of combat literacy, these white-clothed masters far surpassed the masters who deserved to be defeated.
With their restraint, Han Sanqian was finally able to look at each other from head to tail. The sound of a Pangu ax was swung, and accompanied by the violent blast of Fen Ji, the force of the killing became more and more intense.
Ming Yu clenched her teeth, her hatred rising infinitely.
Unfortunately, another group of white-clothed masters has been deliberately entangling them, making it impossible for them to escape.
"Elder Shenlong, what should we do?" Zhu Yanshuo asked anxiously while resisting.
If you want to break the game of these white-clothed masters, it is not impossible with Ming Yu's current strength, but breaking the game forcibly will definitely hurt yourself. Facing Han Sanqian, Ming Yu is not willing to get hurt.
Because if he faced Han Sanqian with this attitude, Ming Yu was afraid that he would suffer a big loss.
Although the situation has deteriorated, currently, it does not mean that they have failed. Therefore, Ming Yu has to wait for the opportunity.
When Han Sanqian is almost exhausted, he will personally lead his troops to attack Han Sanqian.
"roar!"
Suddenly, at this moment, several roars rained down from the sky.
"What is that?"
"That is?"
Many people looked up to the sky in response.
In the night sky illuminated by the flames of war, it seemed that nothing could be seen, but one could clearly feel that something was approaching here.
As time goes by, a large number of black shadows have appeared on the edge of the light, and are flying towards this direction at an extremely fast speed.
Many people murmured and looked away, feeling an unpleasant chill in their backs.
They were so numerous that as soon as they reached the edge of the light, their figures immediately swallowed up more than half of them. They were so densely packed that people felt their scalps go numb just by looking at them.
"That's a dragon!?" Someone suddenly exclaimed.
As they got closer and closer, many people opened their eyes wide and discovered in horror that those things that were flying towards them quickly were none other than dragons!
Moreover, there are groups of dragons.
"Where did so many dragons appear?"
"Damn it, when did the land of demons have such a large number of dragons?"
Let alone the land of demons, even in the current Bafang world, it is obvious that there are not so many dragons at once.
A rough count shows that there are hundreds of opponents. Where the hell did this guy come from?
Han Sanqian also frowned, looking a little unbelievable.
But when the dragons got closer and closer, Han Sanqian's frown suddenly relaxed, and he even smiled slightly.
Obviously, Han Sanqian didn't know where these dragons came from, but one thing was certain, they were by no means his enemies, but his helpers.
Because the leader of the dragon group is none other than the Four Dragons!
"roar!"
The four dragons roared at the same time, with dragon rage, wind, fire, thunder and lightning and various spells sprayed out from the dragon's mouth.
For a moment, it was like the wrath of heaven, pouring down wildly.
The dragon's breath exploded instantly, and the dragons also flew down, directly attacking the elite soldiers who were about to fall into the city.
"Damn it, are you here to help Han Sanqian again? And it's a group of dragons?" Zhu Yanshuo's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth: "What is the origin of this bastard Han Sanqian?"
