The little white dragon took a breath carefully, and said firmly: "Okay! Just Brother Jian!" The sword in his hand was horizontal, and he stepped hard under his feet, and looked at the black fan with resolute eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The black fan mocked: "You don't need to treat death like home! even if it is for the tassel not to hate me in the future, I will not kill the killer." ”

Xiao Bailong received: "Brother Jian misunderstood, I just don't want you to be too sad." After all, the tassel loves me. ”

This sentence was quite calm, but it made the black fan extremely uncomfortable.

There was a glint in his eyes: "She is confused for a while to fall in love with a weak scholar like you! I won't let you miss her life!" But the confident expression of the little white dragon made him inexplicably afraid in his heart—afraid that the current tassel would really fall in love with him, or already fall in love with him. After all, he found her by the little white dragon's side, and she seemed to call 'Master' to the dragon.

The black fan's face was gloomy, and he slowly pushed forward with his left palm, stopping time in an instant. At the same time, the Ugin Sword in his right hand turned back into a black fan.

Xiao Bailong didn't expect him to shoot so powerfully, and it would take a lot of immortal power to stop the time, and in human terms, it would move a lot of true qi.

Immortals will never allow this in the mortal world, and violating the laws of nature will be punished by heaven.

This guy -- --

He closed his eyes tightly, and as he floated back, he muttered words in his mouth, but the speed of his backward drift was far less fast than the speed of time to freeze, and in only half a second, his body stopped in the air—the white robe and his hair rose forward, his right foot stretched straight forward, his left foot bent backwards, and the sand under his feet flew in a violent shape.

In an instant, within a radius of ten miles, the wind did not move, the sand did not move—there was no sound.

The black fan said calmly: "This trick is called lonely and lonely." ”

Then he took a step forward, step by step, his eyes staring at the little white dragon, every step was very careful, step by step, step by step, and it was almost enough to reach him.

Why didn't he just hurt the enemy in one move, because he froze everything in the space at the same time, including the air around him!

It stands to reason that there should not be any movement in the time of rest, and his body will be greatly damaged while he walks against the sky. I don't know how he managed to move around in still time.

At this time, he couldn't use any immortal methods. In other words, before time was lifted, he was just a 'mortal', not even an ordinary mortal. And the wall of air in front of him, every step was particularly difficult, and even the black fan in his hand became particularly heavy, he let go of his hand, let the black fan freeze in the air and walked forward.

The little white dragon knew in his heart that he was desperate for this kind of stillness, and he had to inflict a heavy blow on himself.

Static time is another sense of reversing time, and the caster will be under pressure from all sides of the universe, and the longer the time, the greater the pressure.

So, he walked extremely slowly.

What should I do?! The little white dragon only recited half of the lifting spell just now, and this half of the spell was still partially condensed in the air.

What to do?!

One more step! One more step he reached out to reach him. There's no way to hide!!

That is, the little white dragon, if it is replaced by other little immortals, I am afraid that my thinking will not move.

The black fan walked more and more slowly, and the last step was very slow.

The little white dragon used all his ability, and finally his fingers moved slightly, and he barely opened his eyes. His heart was eagerly suppressed, and there was an urge to explode, but no matter how hard he tried, all matter was disobedient, including the dragon blood in his body.

The black fan seemed to be struggling, and sweat was dripping from his face. Finally, the other foot hit the ground, and he stretched out his fist and hit the little white dragon's nose.

It's like the slow motion of a movie, I really don't know if such a fist has any strength when it reaches the nose of the little white dragon.

The fist reached the nose of the little white dragon, the black fan secretly lifted his breath, used up all his last strength, and exploded in an instant-'dong', the little white dragon's nose was bleeding, and time recovered!!

The black fan slapped twice, opened the bow left and right, and was caught off guard. He clapped his palms and said with a smile, "How about this trick?"

The little white dragon's body floated backwards, and it took a few seconds to stop, wiped his nose, and couldn't cry or laugh, this guy went so hard just to slap me twice?!

However, the feeling of being slapped in the face is really unpleasant, and I was slapped twice in a row!

Think about it compared to the blow of being seriously injured, this is a loss of face-

Fortunately, there were only two people present.

The black fan took a deep breath: "There are two more moves!" Why can't you see how badly he was crushed?!

The little white dragon didn't dare to be careless, the last time he fought with him was three hundred years ago, and now his strength has increased greatly, I really don't know what new and strange tricks will come up next!

"Flying Wild!"

As soon as the words fell, the black fan raised the fan with his right hand and stopped in the air. When the little white dragon didn't know how to move, black clouds rolled in all directions, and the sky became dark.

The black fan's hand fell, and he fanned hard-

Suddenly, the wind was raging, and the little white dragon recited the fixed word, and the sword was thrust into the ground.

The wind blew his white robe whirring, and in an instant the sand danced wildly, the little white dragon's silver teeth rattled, the sword drove his arms to shake, and his body became more and more crooked.

'This wind-' hurriedly summoned out the seven dragon balls in his body to protect his body. The dragon balls sparkled, and the surrounding sand flashed, and the little white dragon took the opportunity to stabilize its body.

The corners of the black fan's mouth were crooked, squeezing out a slight expression of contempt, and then his expression became ruthless, and his right hand gently kept fanning slightly, and after a dozen strokes in a row, the little white dragon was barely supporting;

He saw the opportunity and slammed it hard—

'Whew-'

Together with the seven dragon balls, the little white dragon was 'uprooted', and in an instant it was swept into the air and flew away with the yellow sand.

The black fan looked at the little white dot in the sky and smiled slightly: "Little white dragon, I just want to compete fairly with you." Then, with a wave of his hand, he called up a blue circular shuttle door and walked in.

The little white dragon was blown out thousands of miles by the wind, and it was only then that the true body of the divine dragon showed the strength of the wind. He looked around and was confused, where was this?

……

West Sea Dragon Palace.

In Princess Xiaoli's boudoir, in the pearl water curtain and coral screen, two girls sat facing each other, one in a pink skirt and the other in a white dress.

Princess Xiaoli dragged her cheeks with her hands, looked at the tassel with a pair of big watery eyes, and finally blinked vigorously and asked mischievously: "Tassel, tassel, tassel, tassel—"

Tassel looked at her a little embarrassed, I am a mortal now, how can it be that she seems to be kind to me. It's Master's relative, so I have to behave better.

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed, and he squeezed out a smile: "Hehe--"

"Tassel, tassel—"

"Hehe-"

Mi next to him covered his mouth and smiled quietly. Xiaoli pouted angrily: "Small-m-"

Millet bent his knees and gave a blessing: "Two princesses, Millet go to the kitchen to have a look." Walked away with interest, smiling as she went, Xiaoli grimaced at her: "Seven-"

Turning around and grabbing Tassel's hand, he said excitedly: "Tassel, you don't know how happy I am now--I think you've been thinking about it for three hundred years, last time I said that I looked at you familiarly, that dragon Xiao Qibian said it wasn't you!!You didn't send you when you went to reincarnation--If it wasn't for that dominatrix back then-Alas, don't talk about it, it's all in the past, the little white dragon has been sent to the mortal world to dig holes inch by inch for you, and he has kept all your things well-in short, it's good to see you." ”

Princess Xiaoli didn't know what to say.

When she talked about the little white dragon looking for her everywhere, Su Ruluo was happy in her heart. How can a girl who looks a few years younger than herself not feel older than her in her heart?