Bright Era

Lin Qi silently, with the Temple of Apocalypse in the last days, Lin Qi knew what the true face of this winged man Juyu was. And how could the members of the Tiger tribe know that these wingmen who have fought with them for countless years are not living creatures at all!

The members of the Tiger tribe might think that if these wingmen were killed, they would really die. But they never thought that after the corpses of these winged men fell back into the abyss, they would immediately be reorganized into a brand new puppet!

Even if the undead army does not have the angel army so abnormal, the undead army still depends on the soul fire to control, and the angel army, they are the puppet army without soul, they have no concept of survival and death, they are the only existence The meaning is to rely on the continuous offensive to destroy all enemies in front of you.

At this end of Lin Qi's thoughts, a large group of six-winged people had already swarmed out.

The combat effectiveness of these six-winged winged people is very disintegrating. The weakest group of them is probably the level of the highest rank of the heavens, but the strongest group of them has already reached the peak of the saints. degree.

In other words, if you are facing a six-winged man on a large-scale battlefield, you never know whether you are facing a heavenly warrior or a saint master! Moreover, they are large in scale and large in number. Even the most wise commander cannot dispatch troops accurately and fight them in a targeted manner.

It's like a hundred six-winged wingmen appeared in front of a ten-thousand-thousand army. They didn't leak any breath. You don't even know if you are facing a hundred heavenly soldiers or a hundred soldiers. The existence of the peak of the saint!

"These guys, you don't care too much!" Lin Qi dullly watched those who were born exactly the same, dressed exactly the same, the white lightsaber in his hand was exactly the same, and the scarlet eyes were exactly the same. They had no features or differences at all. Six-winged people.

"Indeed, not very particular!" Longya angrily attacked the Angel Legion from the side: "Very shameless behavior, very shameless! The dragon legion I made, they are living creatures with souls, their soul breath And the breath of power can accurately make people recognize their strength. The character of the Dragon Legion may be a little worse, but they never play tricks on the battlefield!"

"It is undeniable that the results of the Angel Legion were far superior to that of the Dragon Legion!" The Temple of Doomsday Apocalyptic stopped Longya's anger with a single sentence.

The sky was full of terrifying flapping sound of wings, and densely packed six-winged people rushed down from the sky, howling.

"Attack at will! Attack at will!" The high-pitched voice decisively issued an order.

The fighting power of the six-winged people is really too uncontrollable. From the heavenly position to the saint master's strength span, it is impossible to uniformly mobilize the power of the magic array to attack them. Now the battle has entered a state of chaos, and can only rely on the fortresses to respond to the enemy.

Fortunately, the strongest strength of the six-winged winged people is not the peak of the saint master, facing the half-god powerhouses of the tiger clan, they are still invincible.

Nearly a thousand six-winged wingmen surrounded the fortress where Lin Qi and them were located, and more wingmen continued to rush towards the outside. Dozens of wingmen waved their long swords, brought a white light and rushed in front of Lin Qi and the others, and the hot lightsaber slashed like lightning.

"Hell's raging flames!" Sha Minyan shouted loudly.

A ring of fire light whizzed out from the edge of the fortress to the surroundings, and a high-temperature fire ring of a hundred meters high swept over the bodies of the winged people, easily turning them into a cloud of blew white light. This was just an ordinary sage-level magic, but more than a thousand six-winged men nearby were killed at the same time.

"Damn it, it's all a group!" Sha Minyan roared angrily.

With a'buzz', a dozen six-winged winged men rushed out from behind the large group of winged men. Their long swords were swung, and the six wings behind them suddenly opened. All the feathers shot out and turned into countless lights. The arrow swept over.

Sha Minyan and others are controlling the magic circle, and they have no power to protect themselves. The tiger warriors nearby raised heavy shields to greet them, blocking the light arrows at the same time. Light arrows shot on the shields and burst open. The power of each light arrow was not weaker than the full blow of a saint master powerhouse, but facing such an attack, the tiger clan powerhouse seemed so relaxed.

Lin Qi waved his hands, a cyan light rushed high into the sky, and then suddenly exploded, turning into a large cyan light rain and roaring down.

The cyan halo that contained a powerful life aura attached to all the tiger and fox tribesmen who participated in the war, forming a set of thin personal armor. The defensive power of this layer of armor is not very strong. But once this layer of armor is breached, it will immediately turn into powerful healing energy to nourish the body, a bizarre magic with dual attributes.

Feeling the miraculous power of this blue light armor exerted by Lin Qi, cheers rang out from all directions on the fortress.

Some wild tiger warriors waved their fists to this side, and then their bodies suddenly jumped up, slashing all around with drastically, the billowing air wave tore the air, and the white air burst visible to the naked eye blasted the large six-winged men into pieces. .

Countless smashed Wingmen fell into the abyss, but more Six Wingmen continued to fly from the extremity.

Attacked, fell, and then more wingmen appeared, continued to attack, and then continued to be crushed.

It's just that the attacks of the six-winged wingers can't break through the defenses of the tiger warriors at all, and the magic circle that has been supplemented with plenty of energy has exerted a satisfying lethality. The large-scale wingmen were easily cleaned up, and no warrior or wizard who participated in the war was injured yet.

Lin Qi stood idly beside Sha Minyan, and his spiritual power carefully wrapped the entire Sky Castle.

There are hundreds of thousands of people stationed in this sky castle. In addition to the semi-god powerhouses who are fighting the main battle, there are also a large number of saint-level warriors hiding in the fortress. There are more than 30,000 demigods in this sky castle, and the others are all saint-level warriors and wizards.

Lin Qi also discovered that there are a lot of unused war equipment hidden in the underground of this castle. Some of them are primitive in shape. They are obviously strange crossbows from the hands of the ancient goblin and other Lin Qi can’t tell what they are. Strange things. The saints with more than one hundred thousand people should be responsible for manipulating these numerous war weapons.

Of course, if the wingmen's attack is too violent, when a large number of demigod-level wingmen appear, those wingmen below the six-wing level must be carried by these saint-master level fighters. Every year a large number of deaths and injuries of the tiger tribe should be on these people.

The frantic attacks of the Wingers lasted for two days and two nights, and the attacks lasted two days and nights without any rest.

The sky is full of winged people waving their wings and slashing, and there is a huge roar of various fire magics around their ears, and the self-detonation of more winged people has become a piece. Without rest for two days and two nights, constantly waving weapons to cut the Wingers down the abyss, Lin Qi clearly saw that even those powerful demigods and high-level clansmen, they all looked tired.

They didn't feel the split physically, but they couldn't bear the consumption mentally.

These low-level wingmen are vulnerable to a single blow, but the endless killing of these wingmen for two consecutive days is like letting an ordinary person hold a fly swatter to kill flies for two consecutive days, facing the overwhelming flood of flies, That person will definitely fall apart.

Lin Qi swallowed hard and spit, and he finally understood the horror of these extremis. He deeply admires the predecessors of these ancient tribes. How did they survive such terrible attacks?

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and an eight-winged winged man rushed out of the large group of winged people expressionlessly, and slashed a demi-god middle-level clansman beside Lin Qi away. The long sword of the tiger warrior was cut off by the lightsaber, and the lightsaber pulled a deep hole in his chest.

Blood spurted out, and it was obvious that this opening hurt the internal organs, and Lin Qi even heard the sizzle of the torn lung.

Grabbing the injured clan member, Lin Qi fed a bottle of medicine into his mouth, and then a blue light patted his chest. The tiger warrior, who thought he was going to die, was about to rush into the winged army and blew himself for a moment. His injuries were quickly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"In a quarter of an hour, you will be cured in a quarter of an hour!" Lin Qi threw the tribeman to the ground, took out a middle-grade sacrificial artifact class long sword and threw it beside him, then shouted loudly: "Everyone Be careful, the high-ranking wingman has appeared!"

There were constant low voices of pain all around, and in the endless impact of low-level winged men, a few eight-winged winged men suddenly appeared, even those half-god powerhouses of the Tiger Clan who have experienced many battles. Over time, dozens of people were caught off guard by the eight-winged men's sneak attack.

These semi-god powerhouses were seriously injured and flew back, lying on the ground unable to move.

Lin Qi quickly jumped out of his fortress under the **** of the nine tiger guards, and came to the nearby fortress. When he encountered a seriously injured tribe, he poured a bottle of potion into it, and then shot it with a blue light, which continued to deteriorate. His injury quickly improved and healed.

Every time Lin Qi passed a fortress, Lin Qi would drop a bundle of potions. Every time he passed a fortress, he would win the cheers of countless tiger warriors.

Lin Puxi, who was naked, and four beautiful young girls with bright eyes and white teeth wiping their bodies with soft silk scarves, saw through the magic water mirror Lin Qi rescued the tribe with potions. He was so angry that the corners of his eyes jumped and his voice was hoarse. Screamed: "What's the matter? Where did he get the potion? I have asked him to give me all the potions. Where did he get the potion?"

"He violated my order and left a large number of medicines in private. This is a violation of military orders and a breach of military discipline!"

"I must punish him severely! I will never let him go!"

Lin Puxi was so angry that her hair stood up one by one, grabbed a girl and pressed it under her body, and then screamed.

"Miao Xiangtian, you personally lead the law enforcement team to arrest this lawless guy into the black jail!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. The support is my biggest motivation.)

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