Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

A series of literary rainbows came, overtaking Shanluo and others, surrounding them in a circle. At first glance, there were figures of the spiritual race within a hundred meters, with different skin colors and extremely gorgeous clothes.

The spiritual race is the race with the closest bloodline to the human race. It is even the same lineage in the past, but it is gradually divided into two tribes due to the great changes in the world.

"Are they?"

A white-haired and red-skinned hero asked, pointing to Shan Luo and others. After the words came, a white-skinned spiritual race beside him nodded and said, "It's them. The blue dragon should have been hunted by us, but this group of humans snatched our prey under the leadership of an unknown dragon species that claims to be the Black Yuan Thunder Dragon."

Upon hearing this, the heroic man looked down at Shanluo and his group and said, "I am a general of the Spirit Clan, Hongfeng. I think someone among you has heard of my name. Now I will give you a chance to hand over the Qinglong and then surrender. I will consider avoiding you from dying and letting you be my servants!"

His words were filled with absolute confidence of the people in power. In his opinion, Shanluo and others must have been scared by their own people and were just as calm as if they were forced to calm down.

But his words instantly made everyone angry. Leng Jian, who had a hot temper, even cursed loudly: "Damn it! You red-faced ghost, you are your servant, and you don't even think about yourself!"

"That's right, believe it or not, dad kills you!" Mo was so angry that he threw out a two-meter-long blue rocket launcher toward Hongfeng. The others also took out weapons one after another. Everyone's face was full of anger. Do you really think they were soft persimmons in Dawn? If you want to pinch them?

"Talk him, fight him if you want to fight, and bully the less? We are the least afraid of this!" Chun Ye Kai summoned Emperor Shun's true body and said. Seeing their performance, Hongfeng frowned.

Why is it different from what he thought?

Unfortunately, the Spirit Clan does not know much about humans in destiny. Players are arrogant and arrogant. They all come to the writing era with the intention of conquering the world. Shanluo and others have extraordinary backbone. How could they live under him as a servant?

"Arrogant ant! Hand over the black Yuan Thunder Dragon first, and when I kill it, it will be your death!" Hongfeng said with a cold face. His red face gave people an extremely depressing feeling, like a human-shaped volcano that was about to erupt.

As soon as he finished speaking, two black and strong spiritual races floated out from behind him. They were all wearing black armor, like twin brothers. At the same time, two heart-wrenching pressures instantly pressed towards Shanluo and others. Even the white-skinned spiritual race beside him was in shock and retreated.

Hell level!

The pupils of the single fall shrank. Although the others did not reach the hell level, they were not as different as ever, so the hell level pressure only made their faces a little ugly.

"Boss, three hell levels, are you going to do it?" The Spirit Party asked in a low voice as he looked at the figures of the spiritual race in the sky. His face was full of solemnity, but there was no fear. His hands holding the golden scale stick had blue veins, as if he would rush to the sky at any time.

Everyone else was also giving orders alone. As long as he gave the order, everyone would rush up to fight hundreds of spiritual races.

Even though the number of the two sides is hugely different and even the high-end combat power is not as good as that of the other party, Liming is not afraid!

The biggest feature of Dawn is fearlessness. No matter how strong the opponent is or how terrifying the number, they will not be afraid!

"Leave it to me of the hell level! You can choose other spiritual races yourself. I am the boss, so I will take advantage of it. You have no objection!" Shan Luo said with his head raised and his chest raised, and while he was speaking, his eyes collided with Hongfeng's gaze like a sharp sword!

Hell-level master!

Hongfeng's eyes suddenly shrank, and just the collision of his eyes, he felt the faint kingly aura on his body.

Bajiao and others had no objection after hearing the words of the Lengluo. They would not think that the Lengluo took advantage of it. On the contrary, he carried the greatest pressure on himself.

One hell level can compete with ten kings!

"In front of us!"

Shan Luo shouted sternly, everyone's originally nervous faces instantly relaxed a lot, and each of them smiled confidently, "No rival!"

"superior!"

After the words came, he was the first to shoot into the sky. Others jumped up one after another. The sword light and sword shadows looked extremely dazzling in the sun. Dao Ren Ji also took out the soul-conjuring mirror.

Shan Luo instantly jumped in front of two hell-level black-skinned spirits, but his eyes were staring at Hongfeng. For some reason, Hongfeng felt the threat of death. He hadn't felt this feeling for a long time, especially with so many subordinates around him.

"Bang! Bang!"

Single-fall fists were knocked out like poisonous snakes, hitting the abdomen of the black-skinned spirit clan, but they were shaken by their fists. In an instant, the three began to stalemate. Single-fall was sandwiched between them, and their fists were pressed against their left and right fists.

For a moment, the three parties began to secretly wrestle with their own strength. Even though they had nearly 120,000 power, comparable to the power of 1,200 people, they still could not break away from the two black-skinned spirits. The power of the hell-level strength was extremely terrifying. Even if they might not be as good as him, they were still quite different.

At this moment, the other hand of the two black-skinned spirits clenched their fists and smashed towards Shanluo's back. Almost instantly, Shanluo's fists suddenly pushed forward and flew backwards. By chance, they dodged two huge fists, and the fist wind made his cheeks hurt.

On the other hand, the spirit party and others all scattered and fought on their own. Everyone fought with dozens of spiritual tribes alone. However, these spiritual tribes are not weak, so everyone can only resist and cannot attack because they are all spiritual tribes all over them. As long as they make an attack posture, there will be many fists and weapons attacking from other angles.

Sudden, sudden, sudden...

Moyu, who was surrounded by red literary energy, held a handful of Gatlin in his hands and fired wildly. His body was rotating with his feet as the axis point, and the flames were rotated. The bullets swept in all directions like a heavy rain, making it impossible for those spiritual races to get close at all. Because Moyu also incorporated his literary energy into the bullets, the bullets could break the spiritual race's literary energy cover.

In the air more than ten meters below him, Chun Ye Kai was not hurt at all with the true body of Emperor Shun. A famous spiritual clan kept attacking Emperor Shun with a silver body, while the giant-like Emperor Shun kept dragging the spiritual clan and threw them out one by one, extremely domineering.
Chapter completed!