The Land of the Earth

The Earth Bear's injuries became increasingly serious under the attack of flames and stones.

But it still did not give up the attack. Its huge body rushed towards Tianyuan and Chaoyun, as if it wanted to die with them.

Tianyuan and Chaoyun looked at each other and saw determination in each other's eyes.

Tian Yuan picked up the Fire Sword again, his muscles bulged, and every blue vein seemed to be about to burst out from under his skin. He rushed towards the Earth Bear, and the flames around his body were like a roaring fire phoenix, and he started the final showdown with the Earth Bear.

His eyes burned with rage, and every step he took was filled with the determination to die. Every step he took left deep footprints on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

He brandished the Fire Sword, and the flames on the sword danced in the wind, colliding with the Earth Bear's attack, making a deafening sound. The sound was like the sky being torn apart, echoing throughout the battlefield.

Chaoyun controlled the Shitian Sword, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead like rain. He gritted his teeth and set up more stone obstacles on the path that the Earth Bear had to pass, trying to slow down the Earth Bear.

Under his control, the stones surged towards the Earth Bear like a surging tide. Each stone contained enormous power. After colliding with the Earth Bear's body, the stones shattered into countless small pieces and flew around.

Chaoyun's eyes were filled with tension and concentration. He knew very well that he could not slack off at this moment. In order to defeat the Earth Bear, he was willing to give everything, even his own life.

After He Jiaojiao successfully attacked the Ice Dragon's left wing, the Ice Dragon became more wary of her attacks.

It no longer blew out cold air easily, but used its huge wings to fan the cold wind, trying to blow He Jiaojiao away. The cold wind was like sharp ice knives, scraping He Jiaojiao's face and body, but she was not afraid at all.

He Jiaojiao steadied herself. She knew she had to attack again as soon as possible, otherwise the situation would be unfavorable to her when the Ice Dragon recovered.

She watched the rhythm of the Ice Dragon's wings flapping, and in the interval between flapping, she jumped high, like a flying swallow with its wings spread, and stabbed the Lianming Sword towards the base of the Ice Dragon's right wing.

This was an extremely dangerous move. If she failed, she would be exposed to the attack range of the Ice Dragon. However, He Jiaojiao did not hesitate at all. There was only determination in her eyes, as if nothing in the world could shake her determination.

The Lianming Sword successfully pierced the root of the Ice Dragon's right wing. The Ice Dragon felt a sharp pain in its right wing, and the power of flapping its wings weakened a lot. A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound and sprinkled on the ice surface, like a blooming blood-red flower, which looked particularly dazzling on the crystal clear ice surface.

After the attack was successful, He Jiaojiao showed a victorious smile on her face, but she did not let her joy get to her head. She quickly adjusted her posture and prepared to deal with the Ice Dragon's counterattack.

Fighting spirit burned in her eyes, as if telling the Ice Dragon that she would not be easily defeated. She was like a tenacious flower blooming on the ice field, which would not wither no matter how cold the wind was.

While Feng Qi was dodging the joint attack of the Fire Lion and the Ice Dragon, he was also looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

He noticed a slight gap in coordination between the Fiery Lion and the Frost Dragon during their combined attack. He seized this opportunity, concentrating his strength and increasing the power of the Wind Demon Sword to its maximum.

The Wind Demon Sword emitted a dazzling light, as bright as the sun, illuminating the battlefield shrouded in smoke and fog.

He brandished the Wind Demon Sword and rushed towards the gap between the two monsters. His speed was as fast as lightning, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

When he approached the gap, he unleashed his strongest wind blade attack. A huge wind blade slashed towards the two monsters. The wind blade was like an invisible dragon, majestic and powerful.

The wind blade successfully hit the Fire Lion and the Ice Dragon, causing their attacks to pause briefly.

Wherever the wind blade passed, the air was violently stirred, forming a huge air vortex, and the surrounding smoke, flames and ice crystals were all drawn into it, like a huge doomsday storm.

After the attack was successful, Feng Qi showed a confident smile on his face, but he did not slack off at all and continued to look for the next opportunity to attack.

His eyes were sharp and resolute, as if telling the enemy that he was the master of the battlefield and no difficulties could stop him from moving forward.

In the battle with the Fiery Lion, although Song Chaoming used the fused greatsword to repel the Fiery Lion, he also consumed a lot of energy.

He knew that he couldn't give the Fiery Lion a chance to breathe, so he quickly adjusted his state and separated the Sword of Light and the Sword of Dreams again.

He held the Sword of Light in one hand and the Sword of Dreams in the other and rushed towards the Fiery Lion.

He used the holy power of the Sword of Light to disperse the flames around the Fiery Lion. The light was like the light of divine judgment. Wherever it went, the flames fled like frightened imps.

At the same time, he used the dream power of the Dream Sword to interfere with the Fiery Lion's mind. The light waves released by the Dream Sword were like a dream, like a charming trap, which made the Fiery Lion fall into a brief confusion.

His attacks were as smooth as mercury, leaving the Fiery Lion no chance to fight back.

As he fought, his footsteps on the ground raised clouds of dust, and the fire around him rose and fell with his movements.

There was determination and calmness in his eyes. He was not intimidated by the power of the Fiery Lion. He had only one belief in his heart, which was to defeat the enemy and protect his teammates.

Every battle with the Fiery Lion was like dancing on the edge of death, but he was unafraid and moved forward bravely.

In this fierce battle, everyone has tried their best. They all have some scratches and bruises on their bodies, but their eyes are still firm.

They knew that this battle was a test for them. If they could not defeat these monsters, everything they cherished would be in vain.

The surrounding battlefield became more dilapidated under their fighting, as if witnessing this cruel battle of life and death.

The flames on the battlefield burned more fiercely, stones flew everywhere, the cold wind became more biting, and the entire battlefield was like hell on earth.

After the Fire Lion was injured in its leg, it changed its attack method.

It no longer blindly sprayed flames and attacked with its claws, but began to use its speed advantage to run around Jingyun quickly, trying to make Jingyun dizzy.

It ran at an extremely fast speed, causing a gust of wind, and the fire around it became more fierce as it ran.

Jingyun held the Yunming Sword tightly, her eyes fixed on the Fiery Lion, trying to see through its intentions.

Suddenly, the Fiery Lion pounced towards Jingyun from an unexpected angle. Its speed was as fast as lightning, and Jingyun had almost no time to react.

But at the critical moment, Jingyun relied on his excellent fighting instincts to avoid the attack of the Fiery Lion by turning sideways, and at the same time, Yunming Sword slashed towards the belly of the Fiery Lion.

The sword left a long wound on the fire lion's abdomen, and blood gushed out, spilling onto the ground and mixing with the dust.

The Fiery Lion felt pain and retreated again, its retreat bringing with it a gust of wind that blew away some of the surrounding smoke. After the attack, Jingyun took a deep breath and adjusted his state.

There was no fear in her eyes, only anticipation for the next round of battle. She knew that the battle was far from over.

Her figure appeared even more resolute in the smoke, like an elf on the battlefield, dancing in the shadow of death.