War of the Three Realms

Chapter 1170 Fight against the Wu Clan and go straight to the Yellow Dragon 26
In the next second, under the stunned gazes of the wizard brothers, the mighty and invincible Frost Holy Dragon in their minds, like a toy made of sand, split into tiny particles and drifted away with the wind.

God!How is this possible?

"Hahaha, so that's how it is. It's so interesting." Li Kuang couldn't help showing joy.

Although the whole body of the ice dragon was dissipated by particles like sand grains, it was strange that the rune defense circle was not affected at all.

After the ice dragon disappeared, Li Kuang was actually holding a huge dragon skin in his hand, while in the other hand he was holding a scimitar that was swallowed by the Holy Frost Dragon. Half of the Extinguishing Sword!

And that dragon skin is also extremely miraculous, it is crystal clear and exudes an inexplicable aura.

"Holy Dragon..."

Wu Yin's complexion changed drastically, she let out a mournful cry, opened her mouth, but sprayed a handful of blood rain, her whole body was even more stunned, and then smashed to the ground like a meteorite.

"Big brother!"

Wu Yang and Wu Xuan were already in mid-air and were about to launch a fierce attack on Li Kuang, but when they saw their eldest brother fall down, they panicked, turned around quickly, and rushed straight to the place where Wu Yin landed.

Wu Yin's body seemed to get heavier, and when he landed instantly, a large piece of sand and stones splashed out, smashing the ground directly into a deep hole.

Two phantoms appeared in the deep pit almost at the same time, they were Wu Yang and Wu Xuan.

"Brother, brother, how are you?"

Wu Yang picked up Wu Yin, who had lost his eyesight, and couldn't help feeling a burst of heartache.

"Two younger brothers, I'm afraid the elder brother has to go first. The Wu family has been stationed in this bitter cold place for tens of thousands of years because they offended the heavenly court. damage, but this time..."

Thinking of the miserable situation of the clansmen, he sprayed a big mouthful of blood again, and a fierce light of unwillingness rose in his eyes like a flash of light.

With tears in the corners of Wu Yang's eyes, he frantically channeled his witch power, and said anxiously: "Brother, you must hold on! Our witch clan has been punished here for tens of thousands of years, which is enough. Now our power has skyrocketed and the world is so big. Where can't we go? After we kill the enemy, we can find a quiet and elegant place and enjoy it."

(End of this chapter)