The original sequential aura in Shen Hanfeng's body collapsed and chaos under the heavy blow of the demon dragon. When he fell, the temperature around him rose suddenly, and in such a dangerous situation, Shen Hanfeng was a little calmer, and he was guarded by his heart, and finally adjusted his breath before falling into the lava. The icy cold spiritual power turned into a protective qi, Shen Hanfeng's waist tightened before he touched the hot magma, and when he saw Zhuo Junchen standing next to the crater, Shen Hanfeng unloaded his original resistance strength. Following the operation of the long whip, Shen Hanfeng was pulled to Zhuo Junchen's side, and the demon dragon wanted to stop it halfway, but the dragon claw that stretched out was blocked by the frost burning sword.

"Why don't you go!" Before Shen Hanfeng could stand firmly, he asked a little angrily. There was a tingling pain from the wound that was scratched by the demon dragon at the mouth of his heart, and when he opened his mouth, a strong smell of blood filled his mouth.

Zhuo Junchen didn't answer, his dark eyes were illuminated by the light of the lava fire, glowing with a light red light. Shen Hanfeng instantly sensed that something was wrong with his apprentice. Zhuo Junchen raised his hand to clasp Shen Hanfeng's chin and wiped away the residual blood from the corner of Shizun's mouth. Shen Hanfeng subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Zhuo Junchen's hand strength was not small, and he stubbornly wiped it before he let go.

Jun frowned, Shen Hanfeng saw the ghost whip mixed with thunder light in Zhuo Junchen's hand, and his originally cold expression became even more gloomy: "Ah Chen." The faint blood light in Zhuo Junchen's eyes didn't seem to be just a projection of firelight, but a magic weapon!

Zhuo Junchen still didn't respond, his wrist flicked, and the Netherworld Whip wrapped around Shen Hanfeng's waist was untied. He turned around and no longer looked at Shen Hanfeng, but instead faced the demon dragon that kept breathing. The long whip was as light as a feather, winding in front of Zhuo Junchen, the dragon's breath brought gusts of wind, and the hems of the clothes of the master and apprentice hunted.

Shen Hanfeng coughed lowly, the momentum exuded by Zhuo Junchen's body was similar to that of the two on weekdays, the little thunder light wrapped around the long whip was contaminated with a strong demonic aura, and a pair of strange black eyes glowing red looked at the demon dragon, with a trace of evil killing intent, and for a while, even the demon dragon of the well was suppressed by his momentum.

Microorganisms!

Shen Hanfeng immediately sensed that something was wrong, and the name crossed through his mind. He wanted to reach out and hold down Zhuo Junchen, but Zhuo Junchen had already taken a step forward and rose into the air.

In the midst of the hunting demon wind, the long whip flew like a neighing snake. The whip fell, and under the whip of thunder and fire, the demon dragon let out a terrible roar. The demon dragon that originally restrained Shen Hanfeng was facing the current Zhuo Junchen, and he didn't have the slightest power to resist. Where the whip fell, dragon scales and flesh flew together, falling into the red-hot magma and disappearing into invisibility.

The giant dragon opened its bloody mouth, its fangs grinned, and it spat out blazing poisonous fire from its mouth, Zhuo Junchen squinted his eyes, and the long whip looped, forming an air shield around his body, and after the poisonous fire was weak, he pulled towards the demon dragon with a thunderous momentum.

The Nether Whip slammed into the dragon's right eye, and the power of thunder and fire pierced through the flesh, and the well-guarding dragon, who had lost one eye, went berserk in rage. The scales on the dragon's body stand up, and the diamond-shaped scales are the finest treasures for sharpening iron like clay. As soon as the dragon's body was twisted, the demon dragon swept towards Zhuo Junchen like a fierce wind with a sharp blade.

The splashed magma came first, and Zhuo Junchen hung in the air without moving. The strong wind blew away the hairband that bound his hair, and under the cover of the flying black hair, Zhuo Junchen's expression was unpredictable. Shen Hanfeng knew that the Demon Dragon's blow was by no means simple, and while resisting the magma, he wanted to step forward to help Zhuo Junchen. It was only at this time that he realized that the aura in his body had been suppressed at some point, and he had only cared about his apprentice without realizing it.

Zhuo Junchen's lips were slightly hooked, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. The thunder on the long whip vibrated greatly, and on the black silver whip, the entangled purple light became more and more intense, and the snake lightning that was originally flowing faintly transformed into a dragon shape at this time.

"Dragon tendon and dragon scales, the Nether Whip is missing a wisp of dragon soul, so let's use you as a tool spirit." Zhuo Junchen's voice was mixed with strong spiritual power, with a hint of strangeness and strangeness. The dragon shadow on the long whip skyrocketed several times, and after breaking away from the long whip, it surrounded Zhuo Junchen for a circle, blocking the fire magma shattered rock that was coming towards Zhuo Junchen, and then headed towards the demon dragon that rushed over.

The wind and clouds moved, and the dragon shadow and the demon dragon were mixed and entangled in one place, blocking the attack of the demon dragon.

I saw a real dragon and a phantom biting in one place, and the power of thunder and fire in the dragon's shadow penetrated into the dragon's body through the dragon's scales. The black clouds that have been entrenched on Taiyun Mountain all year round are like waves on the surface of a lake at this time, and they collapse and scatter outward in circles.

Every bite of the dragon shadow adds a wound to the dragon. Zhuo Junchen was not satisfied, and the long whip wrapped around the throat of the demon dragon.

The Nether Whip tightened, and the tiny black and silver scales on the whip stood up like a dragon, piercing into the dragon's body, causing the demon dragon to wail.

Looking at the wide open dragon's mouth, Zhuo Junchen's figure paused, and the next moment he rushed into it like an arrow from the string.

"Dust!" Shen Hanfeng was furious, and as soon as the confrontation was eliminated, the restricted spiritual power in his body was restored. It's just that in the blink of an eye, Zhuo Junchen has been devoured by the dragon, and there is no trace of him.

The dragon body several feet tall stiffened in mid-air, and Shen Hanfeng's face was like ice and snow, regardless of the wounds on his body or the internal injuries caused by the raging poisonous fire. The sword qi swept and broke through the sky, and the extremely strong cold air filled the entire Taiyun Mountain.

The tumbling hot crater was instantly frozen by the sudden cold, and the fire was instantly annihilated under the thick ice. Shen Hanfeng's eyebrows and eyes were stained with ice and snow, and a strange silver totem appeared on his forehead. Between the snow and ice, the cold air froze the well guard demon dragon inch by inch from the bottom up.

The demon dragon seemed to be restrained by the chill of this frosty sky and polar earth, and the only intact eye had a dull expression, and the fire light was faint in the breath of the spew.

With a slight shake of his wrist, the frost cold sword qi broke through the ice, cutting through the body of the demon dragon, Shen Hanfeng's movements were particularly careful, and his cold eyes looked for Zhuo Junchen's traces in it with a hint of eagerness.

The demon dragon's dim eyes suddenly widened, and the power of dark purple thunder and fire suddenly poured out of its body, wrapping around the frozen dragon's body.

A hint of joy flashed in Shen Hanfeng's eyes. The next moment, the power of thunder and fire on the demon dragon's body burst out, breaking a gap from the side of the neck.

The huge dragon body fell to the ground with a bang, and Zhuo Junchen walked out of the dragon's body covered in blood, with spots of burns on his body, but his steps were steady, which made Shen Hanfeng feel a little relieved.

The red light in Zhuo Junchen's eyes did not dissipate, and the Nether Whip in his hand was dragging, and the black and silver whip body was flashing with gold and red at this time, making a low dragon groan. He collected the dragon soul as a machine spirit, which had not yet been fully refined.

Shen Hanfeng calmed down, he couldn't see his mood on his face, he just looked at the person in front of him with cold eyes. Zhuo Junchen had a few blood marks on his face, but it did not damage his handsome face at all, but it became a little more tough and deep. The black and red eyes stared at Shen Hanfeng, as if he could only be accommodated in his eyes. For the first time in many years, Shen Hanfeng realized that he still had fear and panic in his heart, but he didn't expect that this feeling originated from the disciple he had raised since childhood.

Zhuo Junchen stopped, the two of them were only an arm's length away at this time, the red light in Zhuo Junchen's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to touch between Shen Hanfeng's eyebrows.

Shen Hanfeng raised his hand violently and clasped his wrist, his eyebrows were cold: "Who are you!" ”

The red light in his eyes flashed, Zhuo Junchen's extraordinarily red lips hooked to the side, and Shen Hanfeng felt that his mind was empty, and he was pulled into a warm embrace. As soon as his lips and teeth were hot, Shen Hanfeng's jaw tightened and he was forced to open his teeth, and a soft tongue came in.

Both of them had a strong smell of blood in their mouths, and Zhuo Junchen hooked Shen Hanfeng's tongue quite domineeringly and sucked it non-stop, with a hint of imperceptible nostalgia between his lips and teeth. After Shen Hanfeng came back to his senses, he immediately stretched out his hand to refuse, no matter whether the person in front of him was Wei Shengming or Zhuo Junchen, this move was too much!

It's just that he cared about his apprentice's body, and his action of pushing the other party away was resolved by the other party in a blink of an eye. The Nether Whip had already been discarded, and Zhuo Junchen's right hand slashed across the back of Shen Hanfeng's neck, and the thunder fire spiritual power flowed around Shen Hanfeng with a sense of paralysis, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while.

Zhuo Junchen took advantage of the situation to crush him to the ground, carefully spied every part of his mouth with his spiritual tongue, and said vaguely while greedy: "Good." ”

Shen Hanfeng was so angry that he was about to bite down as soon as his teeth were closed, and even if he bit it horizontally and vertically, Du Heng could be cured. He had already seen that it was not the apprentice's behavior to be able to make such a move. Even Zhuo Junchen must be enchanted.

Who knew that Zhuo Junchen saw the opportunity and retreated, his lips parted, Shen Hanfeng's cold face was angry, but his lips looked extremely bright red after rubbing. Zhuo Junchen's eyes darkened, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips: "It's really ...... Troublesome. ”

His gaze slid down, facing the wound on Shen Hanfeng's chest, dark red blood stained the plain white clothes, although the magic robe was not broken, but it was also ragged.

Slender fingertips swept across the fragile throat from the back of Shen Hanfeng's neck, and then landed on the wound. Shen Hanfeng snorted, and warm blood gushed out through his clothes. Zhuo Junchen narrowed his eyes and licked his bloodstained fingertips.

If you drink blood like this, you must be a demon! After the paralysis in Shen Hanfeng's body dissipated, he was about to stretch out his hand. Zhuo Junchen's body was shocked, and the red light in his eyes dissipated.

He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Hanfeng, who was pressed under him a little foggy, and opened his mouth and shouted, "Master? Then he coughed violently, and a mouthful of black blood gushed out from his thin lips, wetting the unsoiled position in front of Shen Hanfeng's body.

Shen Hanfeng hurriedly stretched out his hand to support his apprentice, Zhuo Junchen only felt that his whole body was as if he was filled with lead, so he could only reach into his arms tremblingly, and only after a while was he dizzy and gave the things he took out to Shen Hanfeng.

"Master...... Blood branches, white jade flowers. After saying this, Zhuo Junchen fainted in front of his eyes.

Shen Hanfeng half-sat up and held the apprentice's weakness with one hand. Zhuo Junchen leaned against his neck, breathing weakly, which was indeed a sign of serious injury and coma. Shen Hanfeng looked at the white jade flower of the blood branch that his apprentice had not yet let go, and his eyes were full of thoughts.