Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

When the demons and monsters found Black Jack, he had already jumped to the top of the prisoner.

Immediately there were dozens of prisoners who rode the griffin, and the sharp "lion whistle" blew in the mouth, driving the lion to rush toward the black jack.

Black Jack's body was turned into a lightning bolt, and he voluntarily rushed to one of the prisoners, kicked the other leg from the griffin, and fell to the corner of the turret of the prisoner's cannon. He broke a broken fracture. The flesh is blurred.

Black Jack is squatting on the neck of the Griffin, and the big hand like a tongs is deeply embedded in the feathers and flesh of the Griffin, making the cervical vertebrae of the Griffin spurt.

The griffin had to listen to the command of Black Jack, and smashed into the other lions.

The lion's battle of the prisoner's demon was suddenly in chaos.

Black Jack was in trouble, stepping on the back of the Griffin, leaping in the air, and rushing toward the prisoner.

"Hey!"

In midair, the prisoners behind the Griffin have pulled out the thorns and thorns with barbed thorns.

This kind of whip can be used to pump the gryphon, accelerate or turn, and can also flex freely, winding the enemy's neck, and the embedded blade and barb are enough to pull the enemy's head hard.

"Hey!"

The underworld prisoner also found Black Jack, an uninvited guest.

Arrows and magic missiles are like inverted rainstorms, but also deadly fireworks, and the skulls cover the black Jack.

At the crucial moment, Black Jack took a deep breath, and the space seemed to be twisted into a colorful kaleidoscope. He even had dozens of avatars in the kaleidoscope, and dragged dozens of afterimages, thorns and whip. Arrows and magic missiles are all flashing away.

When it was said that it was too late, at that time, thousands of devils had a flower in front of them, and they saw that Black Jack swooped down from the air and stood firm, standing on the muzzle of the prisoner.

In an instant, the invisible momentum, like the flood of flooding, spread around the battlefield.

The **** demon world, the environment is harsh, except for a very small number of special ethnic groups such as the Turing family, both men, women and children are born warriors, and there is no saying that "wars let women go away".

Such as the Medusa, it is a matriarchal tribe, respected by women, only the witch can master the most exquisite medical and limb reconstruction.

Therefore, regardless of the prisoner or the six-member coalition, there are a large number of witches, at least one-third of the total strength.

When Black Jack's inspiring momentum spread throughout the battlefield, these witches were all swaying, unable to themselves, staring deeply into Black Jack's eyes, swaying with unclear ripples, almost unable to breathe.

The offensive of the prisoners around the fort was accompanied by a stagnation.

Black Jack took the opportunity to pull a long sword from his waist and lifted it up towards the dome.

"Hey!"

In the seemingly unremarkable long sword, there was a strange sound of the seal being released. The sword first appeared a pattern of criss-crossing like a spider web. Then, these lines spilled over the blade, like a blood vessel and a neural network. Upward spread and expansion, and then, the brilliance of Guanghua continued to fill along the “blood vessels and neural networks”, filling the empty skeleton with full muscles.

The original three-footed Qingfeng quickly became a super-large lightsaber with a length of more than two meters and a width of nearly one foot.

The most strange thing is that in the place where the lightsaber is close to the hilt, it still highlights a vivid eye. The bloodshot eyes in the eyes are like tentacles, and the right hand of the lightsaber and Black Jack holding the sword are merged together.

"Hey!"

The imprisoned demons around the fort, screaming with anger and anger, a steaming spear with a steam, smashing him.

Black Jack's hand is full of magical lightsaber, and he whirls roundly, and suddenly cut off the spears of hundreds of spears.

He himself is also like the top dancer, squatting on his toes and spinning around the muzzle. He uses his hands to lift the lightsaber high.

When the speed of the sword tip reached the limit and almost dragged a circle of glory-like glory, Black Jack gathered all the power, and slammed it down, and plunged the glory of the waning moon into the barrel of the prisoner's cannon.

At that moment, the real sun and moon of the Mozu had never been seen. The eyes of all people were temporarily taken away by the black Jack's swordsman.

When their horizons were re-cleared, they saw that Black Jack once again turned into a shadow of lightning, galloping on countless sharp spears and swords, and even using the elasticity of a speared spear as a spear. The poles, leaping high, grabbed a paw in the mid-air gryphon.

"Hey!"

The hardest and sharpest paws of the Griffin, in the hands of Black Jack, were simply unable to withstand a blow and were suddenly crushed.

The gryphon suffered, the ordinary wings, dancing wildly in the air, just took Black Jack away from the scope of the prisoner.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Countless prisoners shouted.

But before they could use the bow and the magic, they heard a strange muffled sound behind them.

When they looked back, they found that the prisoner's cannon jumped like a dried kettle.

"this is--"

The prisoner of the imprisonment could not help but be frightened.

The prisoner's artillery has completed the second launch preparation, and the high-pressure boiler slammed into the string and had to send it.

However, the black sword just swayed by the sword, but it was deep inside the barrel.

Although there is no crack in the appearance, it is a serious damage to the internal structure of the barrel.

Now, the inside of the barrel is covered with tiny cracks and bubbles that are invisible to the naked eye. Under the double erosion of high pressure steam and magical power, it becomes larger and more unstable.

Several artillerymen who had manipulated the prisoner's cannons were cut off by the black and savage swordsman's head. The headless bodies twitched and dropped the fort. How can anyone stop the destruction of the cannons?

"The prisoner's cannon is going to explode!"

The face of countless prisoners is distorted and shouts of despair.

They are rushing to panic to escape the ravages of the cannon explosion, but it is too late.

The pressure devices like the pile driver around the cannon rise again high and fall heavily, like the volcanic eruption of smoke and steam.

This time, however, the magic projectiles were not pushed out by the high-pressure steam. Before that, the violently shaking barrels could not withstand the power of terror, and they were torn apart, causing an extremely violent explosion.

boom!

The prisoner’s cannon was blown up.

The tragedy that had just happened in the battle of the Six-Family Coalition was almost exactly the same, and it was repeated in the battle of the Prisoners.

No, this time the destructive power is even more fierce than before.

Because of the smashing of the steel fragments that spurred around the sky, in addition to the magic projectile itself, there are all fragmented pieces and parts of the prisoner.