At this moment, everyone present was shocked 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 coldly, and said coldly: "Kill all the dragons in Zhaowu City for me, and no one will be left!"

"yes!"

Mu Bei respectfully bowed to Mu Feng, then turned into a shadow and rushed towards the dragon around him.

Of course, Mu Bei was very quick-witted. He specifically picked the weak dragons, while the strong dragons were left to the three ghosts of Emperor Qin, Emperor Song and Emperor Ming.

Roar! Mu Bei was the first to find the target, a dragon of the first-level imperial beast level. After the battle formation was broken, the dragon was seriously injured, with a blow-out injured in his right eye and a big hole in his abdomen.

Although the dragon has a strong constitution and strong recovery ability, the wound on its abdomen is too serious and has not completely stopped bleeding yet.

"Die for me!"

Mu Bei was extremely fast and flexibly surrounded the dragon. The spear in his hand instantly penetrated the dragon's head.

The three ghosts, Emperor Qin, Emperor Song and Emperor Ming, were much clumsy, and they rushed away directly.

Whether it is a dragon with the strength of the first-level emperor beast or a dragon with the strength of the middle-level emperor beast, each of the three ghosts cannot stand up to three moves.

Especially Emperor Qin, wearing a blood-colored robe, a blood-colored mask, holding a blood-colored halberd in his hand, rushed into the dragon crowd, killing one dragon with one halberd, and basically no dragon could stand up to Emperor Qin's move.

In just three breaths, seven dragons died of life, while the other dragons were so scared that they began to flee.

The dragons are indeed fast, but the ghosts are faster. When these dragons lose their heart to resist, they are destined to die faster.

"stop!"

Ao Ling's face changed drastically, and a roared, the silver-white dragon body soared into the sky, turning into a silver-white lightning bolt, and in the blink of an eye rushed towards Emperor Qin, Emperor Song and Emperor Ming.

A silver-white dragon tail swung over the sky. Suddenly, thunder rolled in the sky, and the dragon tail was surrounded by a mighty and terrifying silver-white thunder.

Emperor Qin looked indifferent, holding a blood-colored halberd in his right hand, and slashed it hard.

Emperor Song held two swords and was wearing golden armor, and the swords swept away; Emperor Ming held a half-length scimitar and suddenly slid up, and the target was the lightning-like dragon tail.

Bang bang bang! Three dull burst sounds of explosions 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 three ghosts. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of dragon breath, and the target was Mu Bei, who was chasing the seriously injured dragon not far away.

The dragon breath was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, Mu Bei didn't react at all, and was frozen into an ice sculpture by the cold dragon breath.

This scene happened too quickly. When everyone reacted, nearly half of the dragons had been killed, and the dragon corpses were scattered all over the ground, looking spectacular.

“Is this…real?

Who is Mu Feng from? How could there be such a powerful ghost!"

Gu Ling was completely shocked. He opened his mouth wide and looked at the dragons who had previously slaughtered the people of Zhao Wucheng, but were killed by four ghosts without leaving any armor.

Gu Zhilan was also shocked and her beautiful eyes widened. She didn't expect Mu Feng to have such a trump card. No wonder he was so arrogant and arrogant before.

"Damn!"

Although Zhao Li was seriously injured and his consciousness was a little blurred, he was awake when he saw this scene and even sweared in a spirit.

"Elder Zhao Lin, am I dreaming?"

Zhao Li turned his head and looked at Zhao Lin next to him and asked.

Zhao Lin also had a stiff face and said with a wry smile: "It shouldn't be a dream! You and I won't have the same dream, right?"

Zhao Li took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with a splendor, and he said, "Mu Xiaowen is stronger than we thought. Maybe he really has the ability to save Zhao Wucheng and us!"

"Zhao Li, you are really delusional!"

Not far away, Gu Ling sneered and glanced at Zhao Li sideways, and continued, "I admit that Mu Feng's strength is a bit beyond my expectations, but so what?"

"The Dragon King Ao Ling is a seventh-level emperor beast, with a strength comparable to that of the eighth-level martial emperor. With a mere three-headed, seventh-level martial emperor, he was unable to fight Ao Ling at all.

In the final result, Mu Feng will undoubtedly die, as well as your Zhao family and the entire Zhao Wucheng!"

Zhao Li stared at Gu Ling fiercely and shouted: "Gu Ling, shut up you traitor!"

Bang! As soon as Zhao Li finished speaking, Gu Ling flashed and kicked Zhao Li hard in the face. A powerful force swept over, causing Zhao Li to groan, fly backwards, and smash it hard.

In the rear wall.

Zhao Li vomited blood, but he could not move at all. His whole body was imprisoned by Ao Ling's powerful dragon power, and it was difficult to move a little finger.

"Gu Ling! You villain..." Zhao Lin cursed, but he was kicked away by Gu Ling, and suffered a lot.

"Don't have any luck. The Dragon King takes action. The final result must be Mu Feng's death!"

Gu Ling is cold and authentic.

Zhao Li smiled.

"why are you laughing?"

Gu Ling frowned and said coldly.

"Gu Ling, I laugh at you! You are afraid, otherwise why are you so angry?"

Zhao Li laughed.

Gu Lun narrowed his eyes, but did not take any action, but stared at the battlefield ahead.

What Zhao Li said is right, Gu Leng was indeed scared.

He knew very well that if Ao Ling and the others were defeated, his fate would be very miserable.

But he was also constantly comforting himself. With Ao Ling here, Mu Feng could not have any possibility of turning the tables.

At this moment, on the battlefield.

Ao Ling's face was extremely difficult to see. Once their Jiaolong clan became an imperial beast, it was extremely difficult to breed new lives, and the chance of premature death has always been very high.

Therefore, the number of their East China Sea Jiaolong clan has always been very rare, and the total number of the entire clan is only about 30.

As soon as Mu Feng came out, he killed nine dragons. Now more than ten of the four ghosts have been killed. Now there are only ten of their dragon clan left.

Among these ten heads, except for him, the Dragon King, only Ao Lie was intact, and the other eight heads were covered in bruises and were in serious injuries.

Ao Ling never thought that their arrogant East China Sea Jiaolong clan would suffer such a huge loss, and two-thirds of the clan were killed, which had shaken the foundation of their Jiaolong clan.

Therefore, Ao Ling was very angry. His dark golden vertical pupils were filled with strong murderous intent and pressed against Mu Feng.

"You are really looking for death!"

Ao Ling roared angrily and rushed towards Mu Feng frantically.

Mu Feng sneered: "Do you don't care about your remaining tribes?"
Chapter completed!