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Chapter 127 cornered

The feather warriors behind the Grand Duke of Birdman rushed up as if they were desperate, and their indomitable momentum represented the anger burning in their chests.

Seeing this, the old hooligan shivered suddenly, and then used the thunderous force to release a fighting spirit like black flames, and ran away without looking back. What a joke, those who dared to charge towards the entire army alone were either stupid or stupid. Old Li didn't want to be stupid, so he chose to escape gorgeously. The hero did not suffer any loss in front of him. He comforted himself like this...

As time goes by, Lao Li, who cannot fly, finally discovered the fact that he could not escape the island floating above the clouds. The old hooligan had to grit his teeth and helplessly carry a swagger of the feather clan pursuers around the hanging island.

Unfortunately, Meisenwell is not a fool. After seeing the old hooligan, he just ran away blindly, he immediately directed the feather warriors to launch various encirclements and interceptions.

The main reason why the old hooligan has not been caught yet is that this guy's physical strength is too abundant. After he has already surpassed the perverted physical fitness and the assistance of fighting spirit, Lao Li's current escape speed is like a rocket, and he will step on a large area of ​​dust when he runs through the place he will run.

When he reached the third lap, the old hooligan suddenly found that the feather warriors had set up a defense net on his escape route. Old Li was brutally aggressive, gritted his teeth and directly opened the mental shield, and charged towards the feather warriors' wall with a ferocious face...

After a sound of broken bones and broken tendons, Old Li gorgeously broke through the first blockade of the feather tribe, shocking the eyes all over the ground. Even Meisenwell was stimulated by the old hooligan's performance, so that the wound on his face, which was beaten by Old Li, burst out with blood again, causing the pain to make the birdman's tears roll in his eyes. Meisenwell quickly covered the wound and cursed at the personal soldiers beside him, "What are you guys waiting for? The other party is just one person! Kill him for me, I want to kill him, put his head on my dining table, I want to unscrew his skull and taste his brain!"

The personal soldiers around him did not dare to touch the eldest duke's bad head. After hearing this, they had to pinch their noses and rushed towards the old hooligan who was like a human-shaped orangutan. Meisenwell also sang a mysterious curse to Old Li in the distance with an angry look on his face.

Old Li's performance on the sky island once again shocked a lot of birdman's eyes. When the old gangster saw that there was no one guarding mesenwell, he pulled out the Longhuo Liuyun hanging around his waist. Relying on the shield with a perverted defensive ability outside his body, the guy screamed "woof" and rushed towards the Grand Duke of Birdman with murderous aura on his face.

Seeing this, the guards rushed toward Lao Li from the air. The birds faced their heads down, holding four meters long cavalry spears in their hands, and turned around and stabbed the old hooligan in circles.

This is the elite feathers in the Green Dam Legion. In addition to spiritual impact, they have another best racial talent, harmonious strike. The principle of this move is very simple. The feather warriors will use their own strength and gravity to descend from the sky at high speed and use the spear in their hands to penetrate the enemies on the surface!

Of course, ordinary feather tribes will never be able to use this trick, because only the elite feather tribe who have truly awakened the harmonious attack will not feel dizzy at such a high speed.

The true nature of the outlaw hidden in the blood of the old gangster was once again aroused. He ignored the group of birdman warriors above his head who were rushing towards him, and rushed straight towards Meisenwell, who was frightened by his face, but still gritted his teeth and insisted on chanting.

Lao Li is confident that he can block the harmonious blow with his own spiritual power. He has this confidence and this capital. The reason why the old gangster rushed towards Meisenwell was because he felt a trace of dangerous fluctuations in the Duke of Birdman, and Lao Li is very sensitive to the sense of danger.

It’s a pity that God does not follow others’ wishes. Maybe it’s Lao Li’s good luck that ends, or maybe it’s other reasons. In short, the old hooligan decided to use the tactic of “capturing the thief first” this time and had to end in failure.

Although the feather warriors who used harmonious strikes on Lao Li could not break through the old hooligan's mental shield, every time the harmonious strike hit the shield, Lao Li's feet would tremble. This was not a manifestation of the old hooligan's inability to hold on, but a reaction force generated by the impact force. It would convey a subtle rebound force behind him.

At this time, more and more feather warriors on the Sky Island were coming, one after another to launch harmonious attacks on the old hooligans. The elites of the Green Dam Legion, relying on their number advantage, used the harmonious attack move to drag Lao Li, who had originally broken through their defense line, to the spot...

The old hooligan who could not move forward had only helplessness and unwillingness on his face. He hung the dragon fire Liuyun back to his waist, looked at the distance with a complicated expression, and was smiling proudly at him. The magic of the Grand Duke of Birdman seemed to be about to finish singing. In the dark, the danger that the old hooligan had felt before was moving closer to the distance between it and Lao Li little by little.

With the sound of the last spell in the mouth of the Grand Duke of Birdman, a small vibration occurred on the sky island again. The old gangster roared at Meisenwell in shame and said, "Birdman, I am here, I dare to fight to the death with me!"

The Birdman Duke, who had just released the magic, looked a little pale. To be honest, this is not because his level is too poor. After all, he is also a dark magician. The main reason why he is weak now is because Meisenwell was beaten by the old gangster for a whole afternoon. The Birdman Duke is not in his prime at all, and the magic he just cast is a magical and real magician-level magician spell.

Hearing Old Li's provocation, Meisenwell took a deep breath, then smiled at the old hooligan with contempt and said, "Do you think I am an idiot? Let me be a good magician to fight a warrior like you?"

"You don't dare?" The old gangster made a fuss while the iron was hot: "Birdman, I look down on you!"

Meisenwell stopped talking, and looked at Lao Li with a gloomy look: "Don't be too naive, Tolstoy, angering me will only make you die even worse!"

Just as the Duke of Birdman finished speaking, the sun on the western front finally completely shrank into the horizon, and the light between heaven and earth became dim.

The old gangster in the mental shield changed his hideous expression and smiled bitterly on his face. He endured the harmonious blows of the members of the Green Dam Legion in the sky constantly exerted on the mental shield. Old Li looked at the Birdman Duke not far away: "It's me, have you forgotten? We had dinner together last time..."

Listening to this familiar sentence, Meisenwell's face turned black: "..."

"My grass, you bird man, don't give me a shame!" Old Li, who was in the mental shield, spitted out stars at the bird man Duke, and dug up his booze: "You have to figure it out, it's not me who beat your grandson in the afternoon..."

"What a coincidence!" Meisenwell said to the old hooligan with a shocked look on his face: "I am not the one who retaliates against you now."

Now it was Lao Li's turn to turn black. He never dreamed that when he took over the control of his body, he would encounter such a disgusting situation. Nightmare, you, grandson, I... no, Nightmare is an individual whose soul is split. So, isn't the mother of Daymare equal to her own day?

The old hooligan's eyes were moist...

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