Countless golden birds with ferocious faces rushed to the team responsible for the mat. The strange combination of the five thousand feather clan elites and Lao Li and the Lion-snatching Lion-selling this man and one beast was surrounded in the blink of an eye.

Although the harmonious blows of the birdman warriors will bring considerable casualties to the Golden Bird frenzy every time, judging from the terrifying number of the Golden Bird, this loss is not even considered a loss.

Lion hunting and soldiering his giant palms to the point of being aside. Every time he slapped, he would harvest a large number of golden birds' lives. However, millions of golden birds had no intention of retreating and fearing, and they still rushed forward regardless of casualties.

The muscles all over the body were protruding, like an old gorilla gangster standing behind the lion-snatching dry. A burning dragon fire cloud was swung countless afterimages by him. Each sword light passed by at least a golden bird was cut into two pieces, and fell straight down with the aroma of roasted roast chicken.

In fifteen minutes, the corpses of the golden bird on the ground had piled up on a hill, and the five thousand feather warriors were only less than 3,000 left. As a super-level monster, the body of the lion, Saihan, had already appeared many scars. Although they were not seriously injured, the number was amazing. The dense wounds were like the miserable plaintiff who was pulled over the nail board after entering Beijing to petition.

(As of ancient times, many dynasties have had a rule that the people sued officials, which is the following crime. Regardless of whether the case is accepted or not, the plaintiff must first roll the nail plate. If the anger is not dead after the roll, the superior will send someone to take the paper and consider whether to accept this case that damages local unity. Of course, the above situation will only happen in the evil feudal society. Now the Celestial Empire, where river crabs are rampant, has harmoniously brought such a cruel thing as nail plate.)

With one palm, several golden birds with fangs and claws were shattered, and they snatched the lion and panted like a cow. They shouted at the old gangster intermittently: "Tolstoy... If this continues, we can't hold on for a long time..."

After hearing this, Old Li teased the Dragon Fire Cloud Sword in his hand into a sword circle. With the help of the burning flames on the sword, a large circle of golden birds surrounding the old hooligan was burned into a greasy and roasted goose in the blink of an eye, and fell without hesitation.

Taking advantage of a brief gap that suddenly appeared around him, the old gangster raised his eyes and glanced at the battle formation of the feather tribe. Where did those birdmen look like the elite in the Green Dam Legion? Under the constant siege of the Golden Birds, each of them was in twilight years and sick and crooked old eunuchs. Even the most basic formation had become loose and crumbling.

"...I have an idea..." The old hooligan killed several golden birds who were rushing towards him with a look of pain: "I don't know if I should say it."

"What's the idea?" Lion-Snatching Scouting Gang didn't care about looking back after hearing this, and waved his two forefoots around him desperately, like a butcher selling meat in the hot summer, driving away the flies that were eyeing his goods.

Another group of golden birds rushed over. Old Li, who had doubled his pressure, slashed left and right, kicked his feet, and still did not forget to answer the big lion's question: "This... the golden bird is a flying monster, it's true... you can fly, it's true... But we don't have to fight with them in the sky, right? Why don't you go to the ground to find an easy-to-defense position... and accompany them to waste slowly?"

After hearing this, the faces of the more than 2,000 feather tribes on the side became very exciting in an instant, as if everyone now wanted to find a place where no one was left and slap themselves to relieve their hatred.

Do it if you want to do it. Save Lions and Sai Gan formed an inappropriate sagittal formation with more than 2,000 feather tribes in the melee. With the giant lion and the old gangster standing above the head of the giant lion as the vanguard, a beautiful breakthrough was made under the siege of millions of golden birds. Of course, the price was that hundreds of birdman warriors from the Green Dam Legion lost their lives during this breakthrough.

Looking at the countless golden birds chasing behind, the old gangster standing on the top of the lion and selling the dry head urged with a nervous look: "Hurry up and find a place that is snobbish and defensive..."

"Roar~" the big lion also roared anxiously:...There is nothing below except the woods..."

After hearing this, Old Li's face turned extremely dark: "Why don't you hide in the woods?"

"...Because those are all stick fruits..." The giant lion explained in a little frustrated: "The poisonous plants..."

"My grass!" The old hooligan knocked the head of the giant lion under his butt with a grudge: "We went down to fight, not to eat those poisonous foods, you're afraid of nothing!... Besides, the heavenly dynasty I lived in back then was full of poisonous foods. Have you heard of poisonous rice? Have you heard of gutter oil? Didn't I live well too? Go down quickly!"

After hearing this, Lion-Snatching Soldiers led more than 2,000 birdmen behind him to the Rod Fruit Forest with a shy face, and knocked down a large area of ​​Rod Fruit, cleared out a piece of open space that could barely be used for it. Then he turned around with a nervous look on his face and looked at the golden bird flying over with the feather warriors.

The old hooligan looked at the messy piles of stick fruits around him, which were knocked down by the giant lion without saying a word. He turned his eyes and had a plan. Old Li jumped off his head, selling the lion, ran aside, and with his perverted and outrageous brute force, he quickly piled up the stick fruits on the ground...

Countless golden birds have flew here, and the giant lions and birds are busy facing the enemy, so they have no time to care about Lao Li's plan.

Fortunately, the battlefield has been moved to the ground. Compared to the previous dilemma when he was attacked from all sides of the air, the current pressure is much lighter.

The feather soldiers landed on the ground were unable to perform harmonious blows, so they played the spears in their hands like bamboo poles they used to dry clothes, constantly fiddling towards the sky above their heads, and inserted them one by one. The golden birds that swooped down often turned into Brazilian barbecue on the tip of the gun.

At this time, the lion hunting and selling dry felt the pressure suddenly decreased. The routine of waving the two forefoots changed from the "fly-killing hand technique" to the "mosquito slap magic skill". He raised it high and slapped it heavily. In a short while, a semicircular arc composed of meat patties appeared in front of the giant lion.

Although it seems that the golden birds are being ruthlessly massacred on the battlefield, every time I think of the number of golden birds still hovering above my head, everyone's hearts seem to be pressed on a large heavy rock. If this continues, even if they kill everyone all night, they will be exhausted and they will not be able to kill them all...

A cluster of bonfires suddenly appeared on the tragic Shura field, and there were clusters tightly, and there were clusters... In the blink of an eye, eight piles of burning flames suddenly appeared in the outer circle of the defensive formation, swaying in the wind.

Smelling the sweet smoke that suddenly appeared in the air, the faces of the feather warriors suddenly changed, and all the birds had the entangled expression after stepping on the shit.

The initiator of all this, Lao Li, was smiling and holding up the mental shield, covering himself with the Lion Saver.

"What are you doing?" The big lion asked the old hooligan in confusion: "Why ignite the fire? Why do you hold the shield? Why do you laugh so sinisterly?"

"Buddha said..." Old Li shook his head and said, "It cannot be said, it cannot be said."

The lion in the shield is selling the black thread of the forehead...

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