Just for today's loss, the Dark Temple will probably have to pay a large sum of money to resolve this matter.
Bailongwei is one of the few trump cards in Yan Wanbai's hand.
Needless to say, the salary of the White Dragon Guards is a very scary figure.
And they are not only elites from all over Thailand, but they also have the unique inheritance of the royal family.
In terms of combat power alone, they cannot compare with the aristocratic families in Kelland.
But in terms of coordination and cooperation, the major aristocratic families could never do anything to them.
That is a typical technical profession with specialization.
There is not much difference in quality, but they have the advantage in quantity. Coupled with the previous blow, White Dragon Guard has no reason to lose at all.
Winning is just a matter of time, there is no need to rush.
After all, their victory or defeat only represents themselves and basically cannot affect Su Changfeng and Mordekaiser.
…
Outside the mobile base, on the ruins.
The battle between Su Changfeng and Mordekaiser gradually heated up.
The attack speed of the former is getting faster and faster, and the power of the latter is getting stronger and stronger.
The two of them were waiting for a flaw.
As long as it appears, the battle will end early.
boom!
The weapons of the two collided fiercely, but Su Changfeng was able to turn around and crush one of them.
One-sword style? Dragon’s Claw!
Su Changfeng's veins popped out in his arms, and a stream of hot air came out of his nostrils.
Mordekaiser's face changed slightly, his upper body leaned forward, and he stabilized his lower body.
But even though he was on guard, he was still pushed back by Su Changfeng two steps in a row.
"The victory or defeat is decided!"
The words were not spoken by Su Changfeng, and the corners of Mordekaiser's mouth were slightly raised.
Su Changfeng's face darkened and he immediately wanted to retreat.
But Mordekaiser didn't give him a chance at all, and the Sword in the Stone quickly pressed down.
Chi.Re was pressed to the ground, Su Changfeng's figure was carried along with him, and his retreat was also directly interrupted.
"How strange that you would forget my existence?"
Meng Huali suddenly burst out of the ground, the poisonous dragons on his arms ready to move.
"Even if my level is lower than yours, you shouldn't completely ignore me."
Meng Huali had a victorious smile on his lips.
"Are you ready?"
"The next step is the gift that I have prepared for ten minutes!"
Poison dragon? Deathwing!
Su Changfeng glanced sideways, and Meng Huali flew towards him.
The two poisonous dragons had turned black and were obviously not good things.
"I didn't want to use it."
Su Changfeng exhaled a breath of turbid air, and black lines gradually appeared on his skin.
At the same time, Po Jun and Tan Lang, who had never appeared, rushed out of the woods.
In the woods they walked out of were the bodies of two dark priests and a large number of dark dead warriors.
The target of Po Jun and Tan Lang is very clear, that is Meng Huali, who is slightly weaker.
But as a target, Meng Huali was not in a hurry.
Because he planned to deal with Su Changfeng first.
As long as Mordekaiser is liberated, Pojun and Greedy Wolf will be unable to do anything to him.
After all, no matter how strong Po Jun and Tan Lang are, they are basically unable to compare with him who is a half-step grandmaster.
Even if you can't win, you certainly won't lose.
However, just when the purple-black poisonous dragon was about to bite Su Changfeng, the hot blade spurted out a flame that was much more powerful than before.
When the poisonous dragon touches the flame, it keeps making a sizzling sound.
In less than a second, the poisonous dragon was completely burned by the flames.
At the same time, Meng Huali seemed to hear Su Changfeng's whisper.
