As early as when the three people were knocked into the air by the Green Smoke Iron Armor Dragon, the dragon candle who reacted in time quickly headed towards the flight route of the three people, and made sure to make up for them again, in case they made waves again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, Wushuang, who flew into mid-air to dodge, and the leader of the killer group met in the air again.

One is the hunter, the other is the prey, one wants to hunt, the other wants to fight back, and the fierce battle is really shocking.

However, no matter how powerful it is, it is only a pseudo-distraction period now, although the realm has arrived, but the skill is always a little worse, especially the reserve of spiritual power.

The other party's appearance is about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with the vigor of a young man, and the maturity and stability of a middle-aged man, and at first glance he is also a very attractive man. It's just that under this skin may be an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years!

Wushuang was fighting in mid-air, although he was very nervous in his heart, and every pore on his body was trembling, he still tried to make a look of a bamboo in his chest, looked at the other party, and said slowly: "Seeing that you are also in the middle stage of distraction, the realm is stable, and it is not impossible to break through the merger period in a few decades with good cultivation, why do you have to come and kill me?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's take it!" The killer put the knife in front of him and was about to make a move.

"Wait!" Wushuang stopped him and asked, "Have you thought about it?" Have you figured out what the consequences would be if you killed me? Both the Demon Sect and the Martial Sect will be tracked down, and do you really think that the people above don't know what happened here? Is it worth it for the sake of trading with Huayan? ”

When she said this big reason, she really made the other party a little impatient, and she looked at Wushuang's eyes with a little more disgust, and directly took the knife and made a move.

Wushuang was a little puzzled, why did the person just now secretly shoot at some point, and he still knew how to be a good killer, but the person in front of him not only held a bright knife to attract people's attention, but also had to inform the other party before he started, how confident he was!

The moment the other party put the knife was really very imposing, and he overwhelmed Wushuang in momentum at once, after all, he was a monk in the middle stage of distraction, or a distraction powerhouse in his heyday, and Wushuang's situation was precarious.

Losing people does not lose the battle, even if there is a slight deficiency in cultivation, Wushuang can no longer lose to the other party in terms of momentum, especially this first move is related to the momentum of both the enemy and us, and it is even more impossible to be careless. Wushuang pulled out the Qingsha sword with a "swish", and the heavy and huge sword body was now like nothing in her hands, and the light seemed to be integrated with her arm, as if it was integrated with her whole person.

Perhaps, this is what people often say, the unity of man and sword.

Although Wushuang has not yet reached that realm, it is not far behind, after all, superb swordsmanship coupled with profound skills, even if he can't raise a sword cultivator, he can raise a swordsman, and he is still an excellent swordsman.

Therefore, in this first move, the two are still comparable, and they don't know whether they win or lose.

The killer instantly approached Wushuang with the knife in his hand, and the knife momentum in his hand was constantly changing, pressing step by step. Oddly enough, he seems to be so focused on attacking that he doesn't care about defending at all. Wushuang can only accept moves, resolve one move at a time, deal with one move at a time, and soon, Wushuang will find something wrong.

Falling into the dismantling of the opponent's moves in this way, he can't shoot again at all, and if he continues like this, he will fall into disadvantage sooner or later.

No, we must solve this problem as soon as possible and seize the initiative into our own hands!

After Wushuang figured it out, he immediately turned defense into offense, resolutely not letting the rhythm of the battle be guided by the other party again, which is easy to say, but it is very difficult to implement. When she first started to change her routine, Wushuang couldn't dodge, and was slashed by the opponent's knife on the shoulder, which was still her dodging in time, otherwise the wound must be deep, maybe her arm would not be protected.

However, after that, Mushuang's attacks began to work, and the man who was forced to retreat was replaced by the killer leader, but Musou still did not take advantage of it in the slightest.

The battle is very tense, Wushuang does not dare to have even the slightest distraction, she can only devote herself to the battle now, everything is to survive.

Move, move. Horizontal slash, side slash, oblique slash, at the beginning, Wushuang could still think about those profound sword moves, but in the end, she had no idea what she was doing. I just remember that I have to live, my brain sees the trajectory of the other person's actions, and then quickly calculates, and the body keeps up in almost synchronous time.

It's like this again and again, there are no moves, no rules, some are just the most direct performance in battle, and some are just the most concise means in life and death.

After a hundred moves, Wushuang's physical strength gradually ran out, and he began to be a little powerless, but the other party seized this opportunity, and the congs approached, so that Wushuang could not retreat and could not avoid.

"It seems that today you will end up in my hands after all! What Demon Sect or Martial Sect, are they just avenging a person who has only been in the Sect for more than a month? No, they won't even know who killed you. The killer looked at Wushuang and said with a smug smile.

"You're delusional!" Wushuang scolded, but this couldn't hide the fact that she was about to be unable to support it, and even had a pitiful feeling of being strong on the outside and doing it in the middle.

Finally, the killer aimed a knife at Wushuang's abdomen, which is where the dantian returned, and stabbed it fiercely!

Unexpectedly, Wushuang, who should have been powerless to resist, turned around, quickly arrived behind the killer, sacrificed the wooden heart vine in his hand, and set it towards the man's neck, and then strangled it hard, without mercy......

Mu Xin Vine is the natal weapon of Wushuang, and Wushuang has the same mind, but also symbiotic coexistence, feeling Wushuang's mind, naturally prepared early, when Wushuang needs it, he must not drop the chain.

The vines have dark gray spikes on them, and each thorn is covered with dense barbs, which are not visible on weekdays, but once they are pierced into the flesh of a person or something else, once they feel the infiltration of blood...... Immediately, like a small claw, it grabbed into the target's flesh fiercely, without mercy or relaxation.

The wood heart vine was originally a holy relic condensed by the purest wood aura in heaven and earth, and it was originally a great opportunity to be ignored. What wood is best at should be healing and resurrection. But Wushuang is bloodthirsty, and Mu Xinteng was also refined by her and this vicious gray barb, although he lost the original resurrection power of Mu Xinteng, but it was the most suitable "murder weapon" for Wushuang.

She was very satisfied with Mu Xinteng's clamping on the other party, those barbs penetrated deep into his skin, pierced his arteries, grabbed his flesh, and kept enjoying the deliciousness, constantly absorbing the killer's power.

Soon, the killer began to fall into a coma due to excessive blood loss, and he shouted to another classmate who was still fighting with Long Candle, asking the other party to come and save him. However, looking at the attitudes of those people, it can be seen that the prestige of this leader or captain in their group is really average, and he has even been repeatedly spurned, how can that person come to save him!

What's more, Long Candle's side really suppressed his opponent to the death, so that he didn't have any power to resist, and he couldn't protect himself, how could he have the kung fu to manage this unpopular captain!

Finally, Wushuang felt that the person in front of him was not moving, and his heart was relieved, but he still did not let go of his neck, but instead jumped up and dragged the killer who had passed out into the air in the air.

The Green Smoke Iron Dragon had become more and more irritable when the four of them were fighting just now, but the four of them kept avoiding it after the battle, letting its prey slip away again and again, and its current mood was really unhappy, very unhappy.

The unhappy big man watched the little insect with a very delicious smell coming back, and dragged another small bug, it was happy, and was thinking about continuing to rush up to enjoy its prey, but it didn't expect the little bug to speak.

"If you eat them all, I'll give you a drop of blood."

The words spoken in Wushuang's mouth were not the language spoken by ordinary humans, but the Green Smoke Iron Dragon understood it, and was still seriously considering the feasibility of this transaction. Not only did the green smoke iron armor dragon understand, but also the dragon candle who was packing up his prey, and the shock in his heart couldn't be hidden.

That's the language of the dragon.

Ancient Dragon.

There are traces of any kind of cultural change, and the same is true of the dragon people, whose language was actually different from the present when it was in the beginning. At that time, the language of dragons was magical, and in addition to the simplest purpose of communication, dragon language also had magic. Now the dragon clan, communication has been replaced by the common language of the Metaverse monks, although the dragon language has not yet declined, but it is indeed not as good as before.

The current dragon language is in the hands of a few people, and only the dragon clan leaders, elders, sacrifices, etc. can learn and use it, and they may not be able to fully master it throughout their lives. Their function has also changed from communication to spells, and the dragon language is engraved on the tools and weapons, and there will be various amplifications, and they are used like charms, but few people can master them.

Coincidentally, Long Candle is a dragon who has mastered the ancient dragon language, and the elite children of the dragon clan will also have this course, and he also knows a little about the dragon language.

However, no matter what, he never imagined that he would hear such a smooth and pure dragon language from the mouth of a person who is not a dragon.

He was already stunned.

He was still stunned, and the Green Smoke Iron Dragon had already reacted, it couldn't speak, it could only let out a long roar to express its wishes, the voice was full of excitement, and the excitement that a long-time wish was about to be fulfilled.

Long Zhu was stunned and could only watch the huge body of the Green Smoke Iron Armor Dragon rush over, swallow the half-dead killer he was carrying in his hand, and then continued to run out with a "da-da-da", swallowing the rest of the people as well, and then looked at Wushuang with a look of wanting to take credit.

After watching this scene, Long Candle can no longer say what kind of four-legged beast the green smoke iron armor dragon is, the other party's strength is stronger than him, and the other party can still understand the dragon language spoken by Wushuang, and can still understand. How much of his dignity as a dragon is left? And what reason to look down on the Green Smoke Iron Dragon!

Wushuang stretched out his hand, and a drop of essence blood condensed from his fingertips, and the pale golden blood beads floated into the air, and finally fell in front of the green smoke iron armor dragon who was many times higher than Wushuang. The green-smoky ironclad dragon sniffed the taste of the blood, couldn't help but let out a long roar of satisfaction, and then looked at Wushuang again.

Wushuang's face was pale at this time, the successive battles just now had completely exhausted her strength, not to mention the spiritual power reserves, even the magic power in the dantian that had just moved these days, and there was no longer a trace of breath. She was really tired, especially when she lost a drop of essence blood just now, which made her almost collapse.

Long Zhu walked over, looking at Wushuang's complicated eyes, wondering why she could speak dragon language, weighing Wushuang's threats and influences on him, judging whether Wushuang would have any impact on the dragon clan, and judging the situation in front of her.

"Have you reported to the sect? Tell me about the attack on the Alien Beast Peak. Wushuang asked weakly, and the weakness made her look serious.

Long Zhu stretched out his hand to support Wushuang and said, "Well, I have already reported this, and I also sent a distress signal to them. ”

"When was it?"

Long Zhu thought for a moment, "Just when you were kidnapped by that person. ”

Wushuang thought about it, since this is the case, the sect should not know that she fed these few people who came to kill her to the dragon, if they asked, it seems that they have to explain truthfully! She looked at the dragon candle on the side, if he was there, some things were really not very convenient!

As he spoke, Wushuang sent another message to the Demon Sect, one to ask for help, and the other to report, anyway, to let the sect be prepared, in case the backstage of these killers came to the door, it would not be unprepared.

Wushuang sat down on the ground, slowly adjusted his breathing, knocked a lot of blood tonic pills, and then carefully dealt with his body injuries, and only after stopping the bleeding did he rest assured.

On one side is the dragon candle that is collecting the green smoke fruit, and on the other side is the green smoke iron armor dragon that is absorbing her blood, their combat power is worth believing, but in the same way, if they suddenly attack, Wushuang will definitely not be beneficial.

The dragon candle carefully collected the green smoke fruit, it is indeed this kind of fruit where there is a green smoke iron armor dragon, the green smoke fruit here is very large, round and full, one by one, the water is shining, and the quality is really excellent. He wrapped the fruits with spiritual power and began to collect them one by one.

Take a part of the task and hand it over, he and Drunk Wushuang can each divide a few, you must know that this is a good thing, eating it directly can strengthen the body, and after concocting the medicine, it can also increase cultivation, and it can be more poisonous. How can such a good thing be handed over to all the tasks, you have to keep a few by yourself.

While he was busy, the smell of the green smoke ironclad dragon kept wafting to him. The Green Smoke Iron Dragon got a drop of peerless blood, but in Long Candle's opinion, that drop of blood was obviously the drop of true dragon blood on her body, but now it smelled a little wrong, and the smell seemed to be a little lighter......

Long Zhu didn't say anything, just continued to move in his hand, after the incident just now passed, he didn't dare to think about Wushuang or the Iron Armor Dragon anymore. What's more, if it hadn't been for Wushuang's negotiation with the Iron Armor Dragon just now, his life would not have died on the six-winged worker ants, and he would not have died on the killer, but he would have died on this green smoke Iron Dragon.

As for that drop of blood, what does it matter if it is the blood of the true dragon or not? As long as the true dragon behind Drunken Wushuang doesn't get angry, it's fine.