At this moment, everyone present was frightened by the four huge ghosts surrounding Mu Feng, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Mu Feng raised his head, looked at Ao Ling indifferently, and said coldly: "Kill all the dragons in Zhao Wu City, leaving no one alive!"
"yes!"
Mu Bei bowed respectfully to Mu Feng, then turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the surrounding dragons.
Of course, Mu Bei was very smart. He specifically picked out the weak dragons to attack, while the strong ones were left to the three ghosts of Emperor Qin, Emperor Song and Emperor Ming.
Roar! Mu Bei was the first to find the target, which was a dragon at the level of an elementary emperor beast. After the battle formation was broken, the dragon was seriously injured. Its right eye was injured and a big hole opened in its abdomen.
Although Jiaolong has a strong physique and strong recovery power, the wound on his abdomen is too serious and the bleeding has not been completely stopped yet.
"Die to me!"
Mu Bei was extremely fast and nimbly got behind the dragon, and the spear in his hand instantly penetrated the dragon's head.
The three ghosts of Emperor Qin, Emperor Song and Emperor Ming were much more clumsy. They rushed straight away.
Regardless of whether it is a dragon with the strength of an elementary emperor beast or a dragon with the strength of an intermediate emperor beast, in the hands of these three ghosts, each one cannot withstand three moves.
Especially Emperor Qin, who was dressed in a blood-colored robe, wore a blood-colored mask, and held a bloody halberd in his hand. He rushed into the crowd of dragons and killed one dragon with one halberd. Basically no dragon could withstand Emperor Qin's move.
In just three breaths, seven dragons died unexpectedly, while the rest were so frightened that they began to flee.
The dragons are indeed fast, but the ghosts are faster. When these dragons lose their will to resist and run away, they are destined to die even faster.
"stop!"
Ao Ling's face changed greatly, and he roared, and the silver-white dragon body rose into the sky, turning into a silver-white lightning, and rushed towards Emperor Qin, Emperor Song and Emperor Ming in the blink of an eye.
A silver-white dragon's tail was thrown across the sky, and for a moment, thunder rolled from the sky, and the dragon's tail was wrapped with powerful and terrifying silver-white thunder.
Emperor Qin looked indifferent, holding a bloody halberd in his right hand, and slashed it with one halberd.
Emperor Song held two swords and wore golden armor, and both swords also swept away; Emperor Ming held a scimitar half the length of his body and suddenly raised it, aiming at the lightning-like dragon's tail.
Bang bang bang! There were three dull explosion sounds in the air, and then the three ghosts of Emperor Qin, Emperor Song and Emperor Ming all retreated for more than ten steps before they stabilized their bodies.
Ao Ling's huge body appeared in front of the three ghosts. At the same time, he breathed out a breath of dragon breath, and his target was Mu Bei, who was chasing the seriously injured dragon not far away.
This dragon's breath was extremely fast, arriving in the blink of an eye. Mu Bei didn't even react, and was frozen into an ice sculpture by the cold dragon's breath.
This scene happened too fast. By the time everyone reacted, nearly half of the dragons had been killed, and their corpses were scattered all over the ground. It looked spectacular.
"is this real?
Who is this Mu Feng, and how can he have such a powerful ghost!"
Gu Ling was completely shocked. He opened his mouth wide and stared intently at the dragons who had been slaughtering the people of Zhaowucheng from a high position before, but they were actually killed by four ghosts until they were completely naked.
Gu Zhilan was also so shocked that her beautiful eyes widened. She did not expect that Mu Feng actually had such a trump card. No wonder he was so arrogant before.
"Fuck!"
Although Zhao Li was seriously injured and his consciousness was slightly blurred, he suddenly woke up when he saw this scene and even uttered a curse word in high spirits.
"Elder Zhao Lin, am I dreaming?"
Zhao Li turned to look at Zhao Lin next to him and asked.
Zhao Lin also had a stiff expression on his face and said with a wry smile: "You shouldn't be dreaming, right? You and I can't have the same dream, right?"
Zhao Li took a deep breath, his eyes flashed, and said: "Little friend Mu is stronger than we thought. Maybe he really has the ability to save Zhao Wucheng and us!"
"Zhao Li, you are really wishful thinking!"
Not far away, Gu Ling sneered again and again, squinted at Zhao Li, and continued: "I admit that Mu Feng's strength is somewhat beyond my expectation, but so what?"
"Dragon King Ao Ling is a seventh-level imperial beast, and its strength is comparable to that of the eighth-level Martial Emperor. With only three seventh-level Martial Emperor-level ghosts, he is simply unable to fight Ao Ling.
In the final result, Mu Feng will undoubtedly die, as well as your Zhao family and the entire Zhao Wucheng!"
Zhao Li glared at Gu Ling fiercely and shouted: "Gu Ling, shut up you traitor!"
Bang! As soon as Zhao Li finished speaking, Gu Ling came over and kicked Zhao Li hard in the face. The powerful force swept over him, making Zhao Li groan and fly backwards, hitting him hard.
In the city wall behind.
Zhao Liwa spat out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't move at all. His whole body was imprisoned by Ao Ling's powerful dragon power, and it was difficult to even move his little finger.
"Gu Leng! You villain..." Zhao Lin yelled, but he was kicked away by Gu Leng and suffered a lot.
"Don't take any chances. The Dragon King has taken action. The final result will definitely be the death of Mu Feng!"
Gu Ling said coldly.
Zhao Li smiled.
"why are you laughing?"
Gu Ling frowned and said coldly.
"Gu Ling, I'm laughing at you! Are you afraid? Otherwise, why would you be so angry?"
Zhao Li laughed and said.
Gu Ling narrowed his eyes, but did not take action again, but stared at the battlefield ahead.
What Zhao Li said was right, Gu Ling was indeed scared.
He knew very well that if Aoling and the others were defeated, his end would be miserable.
But he also kept comforting himself in his heart. With Ao Ling here, there was no possibility of Mu Feng making a comeback.
At this moment, on the battlefield.
Ao Ling's expression was extremely ugly. The Jiaolong clan became emperor beasts once they reached adulthood, so it was extremely difficult to give birth to a new life, and the chance of early death was always very high.
Therefore, the number of their East China Sea dragon clan has always been very rare. The total number of the whole clan is only about thirty.
As soon as Mu Feng came out, he killed nine dragons. Now the four great ghosts have killed more than ten more, and now there are only ten dragons left in their clan.
Among the ten heads, apart from him, the Dragon King, only Ao Lie was intact, while the other eight heads were all covered in bruises and serious injuries.
Aoling had never thought that their proud Donghai Jiaolong clan would suffer such heavy losses. Two-thirds of the clan were killed, which had shaken the foundation of their Jiaolong clan.
Therefore, Ao Ling was very angry, and his dark golden vertical pupils were filled with strong killing intent, pressing firmly on Mu Feng's body.
"You are really looking for death!"
Ao Ling roared and rushed towards Mu Feng madly.
Mu Feng sneered: "Don't you care about the remaining members of your clan?"
Aoling was shocked, his consciousness swept out, and he immediately discovered that the three ghosts of Emperor Qin, Emperor Song and Emperor Ming were actually rushing towards other dragons.