Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 492: : Of Hope

　　 Fresh blood entered his throat, Qin Muyao's injuries healed quickly, and his exhausted physical strength instantly rose. He clutched his throat that was pinched by the monsoon smoke, and his mouth was filled with a sweet smell of blood.

　　 "Ready?" Monsoon Yan raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

　　 Qin Muyao nodded.

　　 Right now, Monsoon Smoke pulled Qin Muyao and flew out of the martial arts training ground together with the ancient dragon.

　　With the coverage of five thunderstorms, the monster army was blocked from the academy. At first glance, the mountains and plains were full of monsters. The number of them was terrifying, more than ten times the previous!

　　 Monsoon Smoke took the lead on the flying sword and came to the broken high wall, looked down at Qin Muyao, Qin Muyao nodded slightly, Monsoon Smoke was about to put him down.

　　 Qin Muyao once again expanded his shield aura, holding a sharp sword, and looking sharply at the countless army of monsters ahead.

　　 The roar of the demons covered the thunder, and the eardrum tingling of the shaking person.

　　 "It's started." Monsoon Smoke whispered, urging the flying sword under his feet toward the sky, becoming the first figure to emerge from the thunder and lightning.

　　She slowly descended from the sky, when she landed...

　　In an instant, all the demons boiled!

　　 Countless monster races were attracted by Monsoon Smoke, and they furiously launched a storm toward Monsoon Smoke!

　　 "Come on!" Qin Muyao clenched the sharp sword in his hand and strengthened the shield again. The tall figure rushed out of the wreckage of the academy and rushed into the countless monster army in front of him!

　　 The two figures poured into the monster army, as if they had entered the vast ocean, and were instantly swallowed!

　　The ancient dragon hiding in the dark looked at the monster in front of him and was attracted by the monsoon smoke and Qin Muyao. At the moment, he fanned his wings and flew out of the Imperial College at the fastest speed.

　　 Liu Kai and the three were in a drowsy transition, in the high altitude, looking at the two battlefields of the local death fight, under the movement of the monsters, they saw the figure of the monsoon smoke, but they were instantly swallowed by the monsters !

　　 "Damn it! Damn it!" The three of them have never hated their incompetence like they do now, as if... they can only hide under the blessing of monsoon smoke forever.

　　The young man on the back of the ancient dragon looked at the imperial academy that was gradually going away, and the battle of Shura, but he didn't have the slightest joy of escaping in his heart, only worried and unwilling.

　　If they were not that weak, then they would not become deserters in this battle...

　　Shameful deserter.

　　 Just as everyone spit on themselves in the hearts of everyone, a black shadow flew from the sky in front of the ancient dragon.

　　The heart of the ancient dragon suddenly sank.

　　The teenagers on their backs are shocked, and are now ready for the battle.

　　 However...

　　 As the distance between the two sides gets closer, the tension in everyone's eyes is replaced by a touch of madness!

　　 "It's the National Teacher! It's the National Teacher! The National Teacher is here with reinforcements! Everyone is saved! You are saved!" A teenager looked at a figure of the leader and uttered an uncontrollable cheer!

　　 In the sky not far ahead, an army of countless griffins and flying mounts is rushing to the Imperial College. On each griffin, there are three or more tall and mighty soldiers sitting.

　　 At the forefront of the flying army, on the back of a high-speed flying mount, a tall and cold figure stood unexpectedly, with an unprecedented coldness on that stunningly handsome face.

　　 Fengyan, wait for me.