The True Dragon Clan is extremely arrogant, and as an important branch of the True Dragon Clan, the Earth Dragon Clan naturally regards the honor of belonging to the True Dragon Clan as extremely important. It is these honors that allow them to despise most of the races, and they can shout "ants" loudly and the average race has no way to refute it.

Whoever insults the glory of the true dragon, the true dragon clan itself will nail this person to the pillar of shame.

If he escaped at this time, Ao Bing would lose everything he had now, and even if the ancestor valued him again, it would be impossible to completely disobey the will of the people. Even the headquarters of the True Dragon Clan had to come to hold them accountable when they heard about it.

This is a people who value honor more than life.

In this world, there are only true dragons that stand and die, and there is no real dragon that lives on their knees. If so, it has also been stripped of its True Dragon identity.

Ao Bing's eyes breathed fire, his wings shook violently, and his entire body rushed straight down from a height of twenty meters.

"Kill!"

He knew that since the dragon's breath did not achieve the desired effect, he could only rely on his stronger body as a dragon queen to achieve victory here.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose slightly, and he finally provoked this stupid dragon.

It can only be said that he is too young, and perhaps he takes everything he has now as too important, so he will behave so badly.

As highly intelligent beings, the True Dragon Clan regards honor as very important, but it does not have to fight or even die every time to protect its honor. That would only show that you are an idiot.

After all, speaking of which, the number of the True Dragon Clan is not very large, even the bloodline that Ao Bing is showing now is an extremely important member of the Dragon Clan.

When those old dragons teach their juniors, what they like to say the most is that as a member of my dragon clan, you are extremely powerful and noble, and it is not advisable to exchange a life for a life. As long as life is still there, someone will go back to the field.

Serious and confident.

It can be seen that the dragon clan is a short-term protection group. Perhaps, there is such an honor today, and there is a reason for this.

Hit the old one, came the small one... Who can withstand this?

For example, in front of him, if Chang Long Yu was in Ao Bing's role, he would definitely only hover in the air all the time, spitting dragon breath towards Nangong Fan from time to time, and the two would have no way to take each other.

With such a solution, the True Dragon Clan absolutely doesn't care. Even if a dragon talks about it, there will only be one reaction, "Dragons can fly, this is our birth, isn't it extremely normal to use this to fight? You can't let us fight with others with our legs and hands bound? What, this is a scoundrel? How can this be called a scoundrel? You can't fly, blame me?"

Ao Bing's dive, if it is a victory, it is fine, if it is a failure..."Silly Dragon" is estimated to accompany him for a long time.

Nangong Fan was ready to fight, after all, he was about to face the body of a dragon, and he even had a bit of a real dragon's posture. Not to mention other aspects, the strength alone must have jumped to a higher level. He was still in the mid-level fusion vein stage, and he didn't dare to be a little negligent.

Ao Bing fell from the sky, his speed getting faster and faster, he stretched out his claws, the golden light shining brightly, and the sharpness was fully revealed.

With this claw, I am afraid that ordinary spiritual weapons will have to be directly pierced out of three holes.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose slightly, the gravity halo rippled, and at the same time, a sword stabbed out.

The blade of the sword was wrapped with blue light, and a little bit of gold immediately appeared.

"Wind!"

"Fire!"

Nangong Fan was word-by-word, and the wind and fire jumped on the paper at the same time.

The wind fuels the fire, and the fire rises and the wind mighty. The sword became more and more powerful.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a little golden light that came first, and it was the first to fall on the claws that fell blatantly.

"Bang!"

The sun finger converged on the brilliance, and it was instantly extinguished by the claw, but it also made the claw pause slightly, and the sharp luster instantly lost a few points.

At this moment, the tip of the sword arrived, and a conspicuous sword light emanated from it, and its sharp luster seemed to pierce through everything in front of it.

"Whew..."

A shrill grinding sound sounded.

Ao Bing's claws were a few points harder than ordinary spiritual weapons, and white marks appeared on them, but other than that, there were no other scars.

However, the wind and fire entangled, and they turned straight up along the claws.

"Ant, die!"

Ao Bing hissed in pain, his claws tightened, and opened suddenly, and a ball of golden light appeared in it, as if he had grasped the sun in his hand.

"Magical Eyes. ”

Nangong Fan opened his third eye.

All he wanted was for Ao Bing to fall from the sky and deliver a fatal blow to him.

He knew that in this situation, it would be difficult to kill Ao Bing directly, not to mention anything else, even the high-level officials of the Wutian Academy who were hiding in the clouds and watching would never allow this to happen. All he asked for was to teach Ao Bing a lesson and leave him with an indelible mark.

All of Ao Bing's movements were frozen in the fleeting white light, his thick body slid weakly from mid-air, and the golden light condensed between his claws naturally drifted away with the wind.

"Who are the ants?"

Nangong Fan muttered softly in his mouth, and a sword fell.

Golden blood flowers appeared.

He was extremely restrained, and with the intimacy between him and the Black Dragon Sword now, he easily sewed up his greedy mouth, preventing his devouring power from revealing the slightest.

The Black Dragon Sword easily sliced through the unguarded dragon scales, dancing between bones and flesh.

Blood gushes like a fountain.

Ao Bing woke up in deep pain. It's a pity that the situation at this time is completely out of control for him, not only that he doesn't have any strength up and down, but also that he is a small "ant" in his eyes, riding on his body at this time. He tried to struggle, but the sword seemed so strange that he had to lie on the ground like an ant, bleeding a little bit.

"Whew!"

Ao Bing raised his head and roared, even if he was so restrained, he still maintained a lively appearance. Obviously, his vitality is extremely terrifying, and such bloodletting will not hurt the root at all for a while and a half.

It seems that it is not for nothing that the dragon is known as the first spirit in the world, and the dragon clan is known as the first group. This vitality alone is something that many ethnic groups can't catch up with.

Nangong Fan still looked indifferent, sitting leisurely on Ao Bing's body, slowly pulling the black dragon sword, and kept muttering, "It's a pity, it's a pity!"

For him, it was indeed a pity. This is the blood of the dragon, let the black dragon sword devour a little, I don't know how much benefit I will get, so it is wasted.

However, in comparison, he still didn't want to expose the magic of the Black Dragon Sword in public, and making a fortune in a muffled voice was the last word.

A divine sword that can devour living beings to grow, if it is exposed, you can imagine how much turmoil it will cause, and I am afraid that those high gods will have to be curious about it. What's more, the Black Dragon Sword is not only used to use the energy it devours for its own growth, but most importantly, it can give back to its owner, so that the user can also get enough benefits in the meantime.

If it weren't for the devouring power of the Black Dragon Sword, even if Nangong Fan had been practicing in retreat, he would not have been able to reach the realm of ascension at the age of just over forty, and now he had become a high-level heavenly realm. There is simply no time to accumulate such a large amount of energy for continuous breakthroughs. It can be said that most of the heavenly posture he shows now is the credit of the Black Dragon Sword.

If there really was no upper limit to the devouring of the Black Dragon Sword, how terrifying would it be? Maybe it would really create a demon king in the world that was unparalleled in the world.

Nangong Fan carefully restrained the Black Dragon Sword and never allowed it to act recklessly.

"It seems that it is time to prepare a long sword that is not weak. ”

The black dragon sword kills heavily, and in such a scene, it is too constrained.

As soon as Nangong Fan's mind moved, he put the experience back on Ao Bing. He was still thinking about breaking free from the restraints, but the black dragon sword penetrated deep into his body, and all his efforts were in vain, and even his entire mind curled up under the pressure of the true dragon hidden in the long sword.

"Whew!"

Ao Bing's pupils roared angrily, and he swayed his body weakly, but he never managed to shake off Nangong Fan who was riding on him.

"It doesn't seem like that's enough. The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose, and a trace of fierce color flashed in his eyes.

"I..."

Nangong Fan punched its horned head hard, never letting him say the last two words.

If you say it, you can't continue to play.

"Tsk, let's be ruthless. ”

Nangong Fan's movements in his hands finally stopped. He showed a grim smile and pulled out the black dragon sword, and before Ao Bing, who was almost resigned to his fate, could react and stabbed hard at another place.

"Shhhhh

Ao Bing's pupils widened suddenly, and he could feel that some of his flesh and blood were completely annihilated in it.

Nangong Fan's pupils were still indifferent, and he didn't make any waves for this.

"I wonder what happens when the fire explodes inside you?"

He whispered softly in his mouth, and the blood in Nangong Fan's pupils became more and more obvious.

He seems to regard Ao Bing as the best guinea pig to test his abilities on.

I saw that his hands that were clenching the black dragon sword suddenly turned completely golden, and a little luster turned straight down, wanting to use the long sword to penetrate into Ao Bing's body.

Nangong Fan released the origin of Dawn Yan, and he knew that as long as Ao Bing was not directly killed, there would be no problems.

It may even be that Ao Bing's previous appearance of looking at the human race like an ant from above, coupled with his ruthless behavior, has already caused the high-level of the Wutian Academy to be unhappy. Of course, it is also possible that some snobs are more concerned about Ao Bing...

"I think that as long as I don't cross that line, I won't do anything. ”

Nangong Fan acted extremely cautiously, for fear that Ao Bing would not be able to withstand the luster of the flames and completely turn into ashes in it. Although he knew that there would never be an accident if someone took care of it, he didn't want to give it to those people himself.

The Black Dragon Sword changed little by little under the infusion of the source, turning from black to blue, and the whole body flashed with blue light.

Nangong Fan actually felt that the power of his fire seemed to have risen by more than one notch in it.

"Hmm, the Black Dragon Sword still has this effect now?"

He was slightly startled, pondered for a moment, and then left the matter behind.

"Whoa!"

Ao Bing's dilated pupils were bloodshot, and he roared madly.

At this moment, the Black Dragon Sword suddenly became a soldering iron, deeply inserted into its body, causing it to be tortured endlessly all the time.

"I..."

Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows, and the fist that had been prepared fell fiercely again. He would never have made Ao Bing say the words "I admit defeat".

In this ring, if you admit defeat, you will be thrown out of the ring. And that loses his main purpose.

Nangong Fan wanted to solve his own troubles, not to get the ten spirit crystals by beating Ao Bing painfully this time, but to let him not get the quota of the secret realm. There are still eight days to go!

He didn't want to fight endlessly with a defeated general, the best way was naturally to directly hit a heavy hand at one time, so that Ao Bing couldn't get out of bed directly for the next eight days.

Nangong Fan is working hard for his goal. The only one who suffers is Ao Bing.

"Hmm, haven't you changed back to the appearance of the human race after playing like this?" Nangong Fan rubbed his chin, he vaguely understood that Ao Bing had really become different, maybe not only spiritually separated from the human race, but even its essence had changed?

"Traitor!"

Nangong Fan was indignant in his heart, but a mouthful of spit came out of his mouth. But there was silence in his heart, he knew that no matter who he put on him, he would gladly betray the human race if he had the opportunity to become a member of the True Dragon Clan. What he is not ashamed of is only what Ao Bing did after betrayal, but he wanted to step on the heads of most of the human race.

If one day, a more powerful opportunity arises, and it will inevitably betray the dragons. He didn't believe that those old guys of the dragon clan couldn't see this clearly, what was there to cultivate such a person? Judging by his status, he could even call Long Yu, a pure-blooded true dragon, a brother and sister.

Ao Bing, who had been hissing in pain, suddenly felt an invisible killing machine wrapping himself, for some reason, he actually felt a little familiar, as if he had seen this similar killing machine before?

Ao Bing quickly remembered the battle with "Kurosawa" in the end of the capital, and it was really similar to it, they were all swept away directly when they were in high spirits, and even crossed the ranks to fight.

I don't know, if he knew that "Kurosawa" and Nangong Fan on his body now were really a person, would he go crazy directly?

Familiar feelings came to Ao Bing's heart, he hated, hated "Hei Ze", hated "Nangong Fan", and even hated Long Yu... His pupils were filled with vitality again with hatred, but he would rather not feel it.

The black dragon sword entered his body, where was there room for him to struggle? He could only lie on his stomach like an ant, being played with at will.

Humiliation...

"Hmm..." a strange color suddenly flashed in Ao Bing's pupils.

He could feel that his flesh and blood were not only incinerated under the black dragon sword that had changed his appearance, but even some of it was faintly devoured.

"This sword... Seems to have come to life?" Ao Bing's pupils shone with essence, "This devouring... What is the power?"

It had to be distracted by the bloodletting, and its whole mind could not help but watch from afar at the faint bit of devouring power. even dared to share a trace of spirit.

"Whew!"

Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, what is the stupid dragon under him? It stands to reason that he should have adapted to the black dragon sword like a soldering iron... Why did you suddenly roar again?

Don't...

Nangong Fan's pupils froze suddenly, suspecting that he had been deceived by Ao Bing's appearance, he was not so fragile as he revealed, but in fact, he might be accumulating the power to fight back.

"Hehe, it doesn't look hopelessly stupid!"

Nangong Fan sighed in his mouth, no longer fearful, and began to open and close his actions.

He didn't know that the well-behaved black dragon sword in his hand was really secretly releasing the power of devouring to satisfy his "appetite".

......

In the ring, there is a strange stalemate.

Nangong Fan is trying to find a way not to kill Ao Bing, and to make him at least **** unable to get out of bed. The degree of this is difficult for him to control, at least it is much more difficult than directly cutting off Ao Bing's dragon head.

Under the ring, one by one's faces became strange. Long Yu, who wanted to laugh but was frightened by the gloomy face, didn't dare to laugh.

The ring in front of me doesn't look like a normal competition, but like bullying... Dragon!

It is the so-called dragon clan of "ants", who are lowered to a realm, and the "ants" in their eyes are ridden on their bodies and played fiercely.

Blood flowed all over the ground, dragon scales were everywhere, and no matter how you look at it, it was extremely miserable.

Long Yu turned his head, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water, and he raised his head more than once, hoping that the people from the Wutian Academy would come forward to put an end to this farce.

However, it is obvious that everything in Nangong Fan is within the rules set by the school, and there is nothing out of the ordinary at all.

It can be said that Ao Bing and Long Yu have already offended many young people with strong blood and strength as "ants". It's just that both of them are rare Tianjiao, especially Long Yu has the strength to suppress the whole audience by himself, and all the talents have converged, and even have to compliment a few words.

However, seeing the human race riding on these two dragons, there are still many people who like to see it, and even their faces are happy, and only in the gaze of Long Yu will they be a little restrained.

Public opinion is like this, and the high-level of the Wutian Academy will not come forward. Water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, and public opinion is water. Speaking of which, the university is not irreplaceable, and at this time, it is natural to only watch all this with a cold eye. Maybe it's going to be fun in the back.

Long Yu knew that the two of them would not be popular, so he could only be silent. Fortunately, the Earth Dragon Department is behind him, and the young man inside will not do anything too out of the ordinary.

"A group of ants, this Ao Bing too, I don't know what the ancestor values about it, it's just a fragment of the weapon that can attract the ancestral dragon?"

Long Yu's face was full of displeasure, he felt that the honor of the True Dragon Clan had been greatly tarnished. No matter what, Ao Bing was a member of the True Dragon Clan at this time, and he was so bullied...

He looked at Nangong Fan in the ring, and his eyes couldn't help but be filled with a faint murderous intent.

"Such a person cannot exist in the world..."

Suddenly, he saw the silver light on his busy arm.

"Five Elements Sect?"

Long Yu's face became even more gloomy, and he felt that the difficulty of this matter was beyond imagination.