Young Military Rarities

"Well ..."

Just when they were deadlocked, the sound of breaking air came from the top of their heads again. A gold sculpture that was larger than the gold sculpture that fought against the winger of the wing of the Xingfeng wore at least seven or eight slightly smaller gold sculptures. The vultures dived down together.

"Little sister, help attack them!"

Leng Yehan, who watched the battle, immediately gathered the fire blades and threw them away, preventing these gold sculptures from approaching the Xingfeng Wolf King. Unfortunately, the big sculptures headed by them were just wings, and his fire blades dissipated.

"No bullying is allowed!"

"Bumping ..."

Yunbi stepped forward and blocked in front of Leng Yehan. His hands quickly condensed the light group and threw it out. The headed eagle was blown out stiffly, and the gold eagle following him failed to escape doom. The bullets of the department did not penetrate them, but the burst of light masses forced them back, and as long as the light masses hit them, they would drop a large feather and make them bare.

"Well ..."

In the cold night, the chance was right. The fire blade followed behind the light group. After the light group blew up the gold carving feathers, the fire blade followed them and stabbed their bodies. The gold carvings without feather armor were just like ordinary birds. , There was no fear at all, the two cooperated tacitly, and quickly killed three gold carvings.

"Xiao, come here!"

Xing Feng, who fought against the first gold eagle, shouted at Yun Zhan, Yun Yun turned blankly, and threw the light subconsciously.

"bump!"

"Woohoo ..."

The light group smashed on the left wing of the gold carving, and instantly blew his feathers. The gold carving gave out a painful roar. Xing Feng seized the opportunity, and the horse wrapped around his neck suddenly inserted his wings, stinging stiffly. Wear him.

"Drop or die?"

Riding the wolf king came to the front of the Golden Eagle, and Fu Xing stood up and supported him. The thick blood from the Golden Eagle wound had already stained the ground.

"Woohoo"

The gold eagle sobbed and looked at him, and it didn't seem to have surrendered. Just when Xing Feng was about to continue to persecute him, the largest gold eagle carved around them, dived sharply, and looked at the sharp mouth. Inserted into Xing Feng's head, the cliff mouth suddenly shot a huge black figure.

"Roar!"

The earth-shattering beast roared through the entire deep forest, and the sound of heavy ground falling frequently in the surrounding jungle. The large vulture attacking Xing Feng shuddered and fell to the ground, shrinking his body at the same time as the gold sculpture entangled by Xing Feng. In this way, Xing Feng felt very clearly that even the huge body of his wolf king shook, as if he was lying down to welcome the king.