Chapter 180 Battle Level 7 Parade

The red-blooded dragon riding out of the bees was shot at the paralyzed and powerless cruise hunter. After the arrow rain, the wailing resounded through the night sky again, killing at least one-third of Cermont's troops.

Listening to the screams of his men, Selmont's eyes suddenly shot a terrible cold light and roared ferociously, "Grey, how dare you touch my people."

Grassman glanced at Selmont and said indifferently, "Kill one by one!"

The Red-blooded Dragon Rider immediately pointed the arrow at Sermon, and then another rain of arrows came. This time, there is only one target, which is Sermon.

"Good! OK! OK!" Selmon was red and white. That was angry. Cao Hanshen actually looked down on himself. Since ancient times, he had been a diligent thief who captured the king and shot people first. Cao Hanshen did the opposite way and killed the pawns in front of him to demonstrate. He obviously looked down on himself. Seermon immediately said angrily and said three good words in a row and laughed angrily.

Although the poisonous dragon liquid is beneficial, its effect on the masters above the seventh level will be greatly weakened by their powerful body, and the toxicity is slow, so the grass cold needs a medium to quickly capture the time of the toxic attack in Selmon's body, and anger is a good catalyst.

When people are angry, the blood circulation in the body will accelerate, which is also what Cao Han thought of. If Cao Hanshen is not, he really dares not be the enemy.

The dazzling purple light suddenly burst out of Selmont's body, and then condensed into a pair of half-body buckets, covering 70% of the body. I don't know how many times the defense power has obviously increased. Selmont, wearing a purple light bucket in the dark night sky, is so dazzling, "Today, I want you to die."

Sermon shot deep into the grass cold like a sharp sword, and a purple light flashed in front of the grass cold. A two-handed sword appeared silently in Selmont's hand, and the blade pointed straight to the deep throat of the grass.

"Fang shot!", Cao Han's deep feet suddenly touched the ground, and his body suddenly retreated. At the beginning, he kept a foot away from Selmont's sword, staring at Selmont calmly and said indifferently.

The red-blooded dragon horse that received the order did not give the fierce arrow rain to Selmon's machine gun as expected, but stayed aside and his eyes sparkled with resentment.

Cao Han was stunned and immediately understood that they were afraid of the purple fighting spirit of the seventh level of Selmont, which was a long-standing fear of the strong. At the same time, they thought that Selmon could kill themselves, so that they could get out of their control.

Falous soldiers, if they can't absolutely control them, Cao Hanshen will be willing to use a large number of hidden beast elixir on them. Whether they are willing or not, Cao Hanshen wants them to understand that they can't disobey themselves all their lives. Thinking of this, Cao Hanshen's seemingly closed eyes swept through all the red-blooded dragon riders. The fierce eyes made them tremble, "Fal shooting!"

With the order of a trace of soul power, even if they were unwilling, their bodies reacted and shot at Sermon.

All the red-blooded dragon riders were shocked. They found that they could not disobey Cao Hanshen's order, and they all looked pale and stunned. After Cao Hanshen issued this order, they no longer care about them.

Sermon stared at his men who fell into the pool of blood, and he hated it! The commander of the hate regiment pulled away his strongest soldiers, leaving only some crooked melons and broken dates. If it hadn't been for the backlog of cruisers, the people in the hunter's space would have reversed long ago, and it would have been the turn of the grass to take action.

Grao Han deeply squinted. He used all his strength to hit him just now, but failed. What does this mean? Cao Han deeply knows clearly that even the seventh-order master who was hit by the poisonous dragon's liquid could not be moved by himself. If it hadn't been for the physical method and the strength of the body, it would have died several times.

Sermon stared warily at the grass. He saw a strong murder from the eagle's eye in the crescent eye of the grass, and there was a seemingly blood killing atmosphere around, and their source was clear that the grass was cold.

Although the red-blooded dragon rider is a big swordsman, it is like an ant in front of the seventh level, which is completely useless. Now only the master and the blood shura can have high expectations. After thinking a lot, Cao Han Shen still decided to summon the blood Shura. It is not that the grass cold depth does not want to call the ugly dragon, but that he is still busy improving the strength of the red-blooded dragon riding in the cocoon. Cao Han I don't want to disturb him.

"The birth of Shura!"

With the emergence of the idea of Cao Han Shen, a summoning ceremony also appeared in Cao Han's deep mind. A kind of enlightenment, a kind of clear understanding hit his heart. Cao Han Shen immediately bit the tip of his tongue and made dozens of gestures to the void according to the procedure in his mind. Suddenly, a round wave appeared in the space. Cao Han Shen did not dare to hesitate, immediately A mouthful of blood sprayed up.

Sermont looked at a circular passage that appeared in the air in astonishment, and a blood-killing atmosphere ten times stronger than the grass swept out, and then a blood cloud appeared in the sky, emitting enchanting blood light in the dark night sky.

Not only was Selmon stunned, but also stunned by Cao Hanshen. This time, unlike the previous call, it is impossible to know what will become.

"Roar~"

With the thunderous sound, the circular space waves were instantly lengthened into a three-meter-long space crack. A pair of big blood-colored hands came through from the inside and grasped both sides of the crack tightly, "sneer~sneer~", and the dull sound was accompanied by the continuous opening of his hands.

"Roar~Roo~Roo~"

A three-meter-high giant with pale skin and wearing blood armor suddenly came out of the space crack. His eyes stared at the cold grass, and then stepped on the pace of "sounding" and walked awe-inspiringly to Selmon. The breath of fear seemed to think of Selmon.

"Demon?!", Sermon's throat squirmed, his face was as white as snow, and he said absolutely.

He didn't expect that Cao Hanshen had hidden such a fearful demon. If he knew that he would rather run away than face him, the blood Shura in Cao Han's deep mouth.

"Roar~"

A blood fog suddenly appeared on the surface of Xue Shura's body, which filled half a meter of his body and rolled like fire. At the same time, Xue Shura raised his right hand and patted directly at Sermon.

"Bang!"

Sermon was instantly slapped away by the blood Shura and fell on the grass five meters away. A three-meter-deep circular pit appeared behind it. You can imagine how terrible the great power of the blood Shura is.

"Impossible~", Selmont's eyes were red and climbed out of the pit, staring at the blood Shura slightly wildly. He finally suppressed the poisonous dragon liquid with a secret method, and his strength rose by three points, reaching the peak state, faintly breaking through the seventh level. He didn't believe that he couldn't even resist the other party's blow.

"ka~ka~"

The sword of the purple bucket air bag immediately shattered and spilled on the ground. Just now, Selmont was blocked by the flesh of the blood Shura's flesh. One blow can break it. What strength does it take? Sermon looked at the grass in horror.