That's the breath of life in the purest purest way!

The clear pupils had turned a blood-red at this time, and under the influence of the blood essence and the pure breath of life, the fangs that had degenerated after his detachment instantly regrow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Compared with the unborn phoenix bird egg, the blood energy of the true dragon in front of him is more majestic, and the attraction to the spirit corpse is also greater.

The atmosphere was at a stalemate in an instant.

Cheng Mo is now at the end of the crossbow, and after forcibly casting the star map, his spiritual power has almost dried up. Looking at Xia Tong and Yuan He and his party, feeling the sharp sword intent behind him that made people's scalps tingle, he suddenly had the urge to throw out the ball of true dragon blood in his hand.

Ahead, Xia Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, retreated to the middle of the team and was protected layer by layer when he turned around, and then the battle formation changed again, while aiming at Cheng Mo, he was wary of Qinghe Yuanhe behind him.

All these actions were completed in just a few seconds, looking at Xia Tong like a straw bag, the strength of his subordinates is not bad, and he can even be called an elite division!

Since Cheng Mo appeared, Xia Tong's gaze did not stay away from the ball of true dragon blood in his hand, and he groaned for a moment at this time, and then waved his right hand decisively downward:

"Grab it!"

As soon as his words fell, the people under him hadn't started to move, but Qing and Yuanhe made the first move, and in a few ups and downs, they came to Xia Tong and his party not far away, and Xia Tong was separated from both ends, looking at Cheng Mo who was not in front of him.

Before the unknown essence blood was in his hands, Cheng Mo would inevitably take advantage of the loophole, and he would not directly confront Xia Tong and his party.

"It seems that you are bound to win it for me." Cheng Mo's voice was a little dry and hoarse, and he suddenly spoke.

He didn't seem to notice that he was in an extremely dangerous situation at all, holding the true dragon's blood like a little sun, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he walked forward like a leisurely walk, but he happened to stop at the central boundary point of Xia Tong and Qing.

No one spoke.

They are all battle-hardened monks from the Xuanli Continent, and at this critical moment, no one will lower their vigilance. The more you push the enemy to a dead end, the easier it is for the opponent to die!

Cheng Mo no longer has the idea of being able to take away the blood of the true dragon.

It was he who made a mistake.

He underestimated the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, these monks, and even more so the Inheritance Hall, which is why he was in such a difficult situation as he was now.

But even so, he wouldn't let these people get the true dragon's blood easily!

"I have only one copy of the true dragon's blood in my hand, who will I give it to you?" Cheng Mo raised the "little sun" in his hand, with a bit of playfulness in his tone:

"It doesn't look like you're from the same country."

It's the blood of a true dragon!

Knowing what Cheng Mo was doing, Xia Tong's heart was beating at an unprecedented speed, and a strong look of longing appeared in his eyes. Even the pale face had a hint of blood, and his eyes were more like a forcibly suppressed volcano, as if it could erupt at any time.

The blood of the ancient divine beasts that had disappeared for tens of thousands of years was several times more precious to the current Qing than the Phoenix Bird Egg!

"Don't bother." A cold smile appeared at the corner of Xia Tong's mouth: "After you die, we will use our strength to determine the ownership of the true dragon's blood." ”

Cheng Mo's clumsy rebellion skills failed and he was not annoyed, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said:

"Then there is no way!"

Feeling the sharp sword intent behind him that was getting closer and closer, Cheng Mo suddenly threw the true dragon blood in his hand with his backhand towards the place where he came from, that is, the gate he came out of before.

"In that case, I'll add a fire, I'm sure you won't mind..."

Seeing Cheng Mo take off the blood of the true dragon, Xia Tong's people started almost at the same time as Qing, and the two spells intersected, forming a piercing sonic boom in mid-air.

"Boom!"

The power of both sides was cumulative, and the space seemed to be distorted by this blow.

Tang Ling, who had followed Cheng Mo from the main hall, had just come out and fell into the center of the battle, and without hesitation, he raised his sword and slashed, directly cutting the aura sonic boom that had just formed in half!

Xia Tong's eyes froze, and there was a bit of solemnity in his eyes.

It turned out to be someone from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect! How did they come out of the main hall? Is it possible...

"Ladies and gentlemen, the general outline of the Xingchen Sword Technique was obtained by Xie Hongyu of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and the blood of the true dragon has also been given away by me, you can do what you can, so that you can do it yourself!"

Cheng Molang, who fled from the center of the battle by starting the scuffle, said a word that seemed to be an admonition, but in fact added fuel to the fire, and turned around and left quickly without a trace of fireworks.

went around in such a big circle, and laid out the game in advance, but he didn't catch anything, thinking of this, Cheng Mo was so angry that he almost vomited blood!

Well?

On the way out, Cheng Mo swept the corner of his eyes, and suddenly saw several familiar figures behind the palace wall somewhere below, and his face immediately darkened.

Si Yun...

She's already here, and she's not coming out to help?

****

"Now it's my turn!" The moment Yun Ting saw Tang Ling, the light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he held the hilt of the broad sword behind his back, and he was about to jump out almost immediately!

"Come on!" Si Yun didn't stop it, and made a move to cheer her up:

"Come on Pikachu!"

"What mound?" Yun Ting turned his head, and a somewhat puzzled look appeared in his eyes.

Si Yun: "It's okay, it's just an onomatopoeia of encouragement..."

"Oh!" Yun Ting turned his head and strode forward: "Don't worry, since I practiced, I have never been defeated!" ”

Seeing Yun Ting's slender and straight back disappear from sight, Si Yun turned his head and looked at the rest solemnly, and his tone was less serious:

"Let's go too!"

****

Looking at the steady stream of Ten Thousand Sword Sect monks pouring out of the gate, Xia Tong's expression was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he had no choice but to shrink his formation again, looking very vigilant.

Compared with the two of them, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect gave him a greater threat.

Above, the blood of the true dragon floated quietly in mid-air, and under the watchful eye of several forces, whoever dared to make the first move would surely endure the stormy attacks of the two sides. So no one dared to move.

Or how can you say that the triangle is the most stable pattern?

At this moment, Tang Ling's brows suddenly moved, and then he slashed forward with a fierce swing of his sword.

His speed was very fast, and it was only a blink of an eye from drawing the long sword to drawing the sword, and a surging spiritual power suddenly appeared in the originally empty place in front of him, sweeping towards him like a mountain of mountains.

However, Tang Ling took the lead and took the lead in splitting it in half, and the power was no longer there!

Tang Ling raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the slender figure approaching him step by step not far away.

As she got closer, she raised her broadsword again, her voice cold with a hint of madness:

"Tang Ling...