When they turned their heads to look at the scene in front of them, they were all stunned. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I saw that two black claws appeared out of thin air on the dragon's big face.

Ayin raised her paws and lifted them forward. And in front of her, there was a whole dragon.

The expressions on which everyone looked at Ayin were no longer enough to describe their consternation.

With the body of a black bird, Ah Yin can use the power of his hands to force a halt to the dragon's attack.

On the current picture, Ayin is like lifting weights, using his two claws to block an entire dragon, and also pressing its head.

Although the dragon floated in the air, its head was completely stuck in Ayin's hands, and it looked like an obedient pet, stopping when told to stop, and leaving when told to go.

A crack appeared at Ayin's feet. The ground around him was slightly sunken, and some broken diamond shards were scattered around.

On the ground in front of Ayin, there were two huge gliding marks.

Obviously, these traces can accurately judge the distance that the impact just now took Ayin backwards.

No one could have imagined it. I felt like I had just turned my head and missed something. How did Ayin hold down a giant dragon alive with both hands?

The dragon's head pressed against Ayin's claws, pausing for a moment.

It didn't move, but everyone could feel that the dragon was angry.

Long Wei was offended, and for such a noble dragon, it was one thing that must be angry.

The dragon's body shook slightly.

A huge dragon tail slashed a circle into the air, and smashed directly at Ayin with a head and face.

For a huge dragon, even if it is not strong enough, the whole dragon is enough to crush the little black sparrow in front of him.

Of course, Ayin wouldn't let Shenlong swing his tail and hurt himself like this. She had been wary of it for a long time.

The moment the dragon swept towards her, Ayin quickly let go of the dragon and used a healthy wing to help him leap from the ground.

Although the other wing was injured and drooping, and he couldn't use force, only one wing was enough to make himself jump three feet high and glide in the air for one end of the time.

The sweep of the dragon's tail swept into the air.

The dragon certainly wasn't going to give up.

Ayin flew through the air, and the dragon followed in frenzied pursuit.

At the time of this chase, the head of the house, Zhenjun, who had been waiting for the opportunity, suddenly took out his sword.

A purple aura flashed, and the phantom of the head of the True Monarch had already arrived in front of Ah Yin.

This made the defenseless Ayin stunned.

Indeed, Ah Yin, who had been fighting with the dragon, did not expect that the head of the sect would make a move at this time.

She was negligent, so she has to pay for her negligence.

The True Monarch of the Sect raised the magic sword that was already full of power and was ready to be launched in the wind.

The elders watching below seemed to have searched for some overlapping points of memory from their memories.

Because the sword move of the head of Zhenjun is almost exactly the same as the sword that hit Ayin hard not long ago.

The head of the sect, Zhenjun, should have seen how Qing did it, so this time, he followed Qing's method and slashed towards Ayin's other healthy wing.

A purple aura as dazzling as the blazing sun erupted from the sword of the head of the True Monarch.

The sword qi swept towards Ayin without hesitation.

A gust of wind blew his robe and made a hunting sound.

Obviously, the head of the sect Zhenjun has long overdrawn his spiritual power. And this sword is almost the last bit of strength he has left.

The head of the sect Zhenjun burst out with all his strength, although it was just a stupid way to draw a scoop according to the gourd, but it was very useful.

He succeeded in the end.

On the other healthy wing of the black sparrow's body, a bright arc of blood flew out.

Blood-colored arcs of light flew through the air like a brilliant blood mist, some sprayed onto the purple lightsaber of the True Monarch of the Lord, and some onto the dragon's head.

However, the head of the house, Zhenjun, obviously didn't care that his sword was soiled by the blood of the black sparrow.

He just hung in the air, silently counting down three times in his heart.

When he counted to three, Ayin's wings sank, and the whole person began to fall to the ground.

She used to be able to glide with the help of one wing, but now she has lost all two wings.

Fortunately, this time the altitude is not as high as the last time.

So Ayin fell down, just making a loud "bang" and embedded deep in the soil.

There was already a gap in the ground, and there was a huge crater in the shape of a pair of wings.

Ayin felt a tingling of soreness in her wings. Slowly sat up from the ground, peeking out of the huge pit with a head, shaking its feathers like a black sparrow.

Ah Yin turned his head to look at the two drooping and lifeless wings, even the injuries were in the same place, and he thought to himself, the body of the black bird was finally symmetrical.

People who are symmetrical always feel a lot more comfortable, both visually and psychologically.

A mass of black demons rose from behind her, engulfing its wings, and then vanished little by little.

Since both wings are useless, they are still exposed, but it is a burden to her, and it is better to collect them.

Ayin folded his wings, changed his black claws back to the shape of a human hand, stood up, and carefully patted the dust on his body.

Such a picture, such an ordinary little girl's movements, made all the onlookers look like they had an illusion, as if the body of the black bird just now was not Ayin.

After Ayin cleaned herself, she raised her head and saw that the head of the sect, Zhenjun, was riding the dragon and slowly descending to the same height as her.

After the sword just now, the head of the sect Zhenjun also used almost all the remaining strength, and his body was very weak at the moment, and his face was as white as a piece of paper, as if he would fall down with a light touch.

Of course, Ayin will not attack the head of the real monarch at this time.

All along, she has only been on defense, and has no intention of attacking.

But just like this, the head of the family still refuses to let her go. The result of the struggle was still a lose-lose situation.

In front of him, the figure of the purple dragon was faintly dim, and it was no longer as clear as it was just now.

This shows that the dragon is slowly disappearing.

It's slow, but it's a speed that can be seen with the naked eye.

That also shows that the cultivation of the head of the true monarch has really reached the limit.

Ah Yin thought about it, looked at the head of the house Zhenjun with a very serious gaze, and said, "Let's not fight, okay." ”

Although this sentence was very light and discussed, it fell on the ears of all onlookers, like a joke.

Everyone's expression is: It's been a fight until now, if you don't fight, you won't fight, are you sure you're not kidding? (To be continued.) )