Chapter 1855

"Who dares to come!"

Wang Teng shouted angrily, staring at many great saints and strong men of the dark legion, with a strong posture.

Soon, around him, the old Saint of the divine sword corps also quietly appeared and stood beside Wang Teng to protect his way.

At the same time, he also opened his mouth and issued a low angry drink, "although I am corrupt, I can still fight! If you want to die, you can go with me!"

To survive such a fierce and tragic war and become a divine sword army, the only great saint in the army except Wang Teng, the strength of the old man, needless to say, is far beyond the average great saint.

Now, their three great saints work together to frighten many great saints of the dark Legion.

It's opposite them.

Many great saints and strong men looked at this scene coldly, and the killing intention in their eyes became more and more strong and sharp!

But no one took the lead.

Because they are all human spirits, they all know that at this time, the first one will be beaten head-on by Nezha and Wang Teng.

Will meet the most terrible and deadly attack.

No one wants to be this rookie!

For a moment, the atmosphere froze.

They looked at each other in a silent confrontation.

The invisible idea of killing surged among them, and the strong sense of war and killing spread, making many strong people look like falling into an ice cave.

Click!

Click!

In the void, there were suddenly subtle but harsh sounds of fragmentation, followed by the collapse of a large space between many great saints of the dark Legion and Nezha. Even under the influence of their terrible killing thoughts, the collapse distance of the space was still spreading outward. The ferocious cracks are extremely frightening.

Obviously, the hot war has not been completely opened, but the cold war has been staged.

"Hoo! Today, I finally escaped!"

The great saint of the black dragon breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

Just now, he really thought that he would be skinned and slaughtered by Nezha and become a dead dragon.

Fortunately.

These great saints and powerful men around him acted in time to share the pressure for him and curb Nezha's killing intention, which made him survive.

The black dragon Mahatma returned to the dark Legion. His figure moved slightly and fell into the back of his companions. Then he said in a deep voice: "there are only three of them! We are so many that we are afraid they won't succeed? Kill them together! We can kill them by employing the sea war skill pile!"

Hear his words.

The great saints of the dark Legion flashed their eyes, but there was still no action.

However, someone looked at the great sage of the black dragon and said faintly, "it's easy to say, black dragon. Why don't you fight first and stop Nezha's first attack for us?"

"As long as you are willing to do so, I will fight with you even if I lose my life!"

As soon as the action of the black dragon Saint stagnated, the words at his mouth also swallowed back.

Take the lead?

Don't be kidding. He can't even fight a Nezha. If he is the pioneer and takes the first shot, he will be defeated in the first round in the face of the anger of Nezha and Wang Teng.

"Hehe, just think I didn't say anything! However, don't forget, Zhou Chen, but he is in the high moon world and is refining the blood moon! As long as he succeeds! So..."

Heilong Dasheng said a word, but he didn't say anything more. Hiding in the crowd.

Let him do it?

That's impossible!

however. Move your mouth, it's still OK!

It's best to let others kill Nezha. No, it's a big deal. Everyone dies together.

On hearing this, Nezha's eyebrows jumped, and the killing intention in his eyes could not be contained. He pointed to the great saint of the black dragon and sneered: "ha ha, the black dragon, I remember you! How are you! Wait, I'll peel your skin sooner or later!"

The black dragon Saint shrunk his neck, but for the first time he didn't open his mouth to take it back.

He was really afraid of Nezha.

He was very worried. At this time, if he was stronger, he would fight back against Nezha and even provoke him, he would make the boy feel proud and kill him at all costs!

Compared with Xiaoming, being wronged is nothing.

For a time, even if they knew clearly that it would be beneficial for them to take the lead at this time, but for various reasons, they still didn't take the initiative and chose to continue the cold war!

No way, no one is afraid of death, and no one wants to be the first bird!

However, high above the sky, the old man who was fighting with the Lord of the divine sword was about to burst into flames when he saw this scene.

He stared at the great saints of the dark legion, and his whole body trembled violently.

"What are you still hesitating about? Waste! A group of waste! How dare you be intimidated by the three of them? Dare you do it?"

"Dark legion, how did you greedy dogs appear!"

"Fight with them! Fight! Don't say one for one, that's two for one! How can you still win!"

The old man roared! The breath of Qi is unstable.

He was too angry and disappointed with these young people.

Even if the combat effectiveness is not good, it can be understood. After all, they all grew up in the greenhouse. The initial difficulties and wars have been overcome and calmed by the strong men of the older generation.

Now, their dark legion, powerful and sweeping, has few opponents, so they have experienced too few bloody battles.

However, without courage and courage, I dare not fight at the critical moment! Even, not daring to defend the glory of the dark Legion is another matter.

In his opinion, these people have no faith! There is no fanatical worship and support for the sign of the dark Legion.

This is the most terrible thing for him!