Above the deep pool, the purple dragon rolled up bursts of powerful water waves, entangled with Long Xuanyuan.

The purple dragon's eyes showed a fierce light, his body swayed majestically and swirled, and the purple gold scale tail swept towards Long Xuanyuan, cutting through the brocade robe on his body.

Long Xuanyuan flew in the direction of the purple dragon's circling attack, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and a sword slashed at the purple dragon's body, but it was like slashing on the cold and hard cold iron. The voice was sonorous and piercing, and there were positive sparks.

The sword in his hand, although it is not a divine blade, is also a good sword that is difficult to find. Coupled with his strong internal force, even a hard stone can be split with a sword.

But every time he slashed at Zilong's body, he felt that his tiger's mouth was shaken and painful, and a clear curl appeared on the sword!

Ruthless in his heart, he dodged the attack of the purple dragon, used enough internal strength, and slashed at the purple dragon again.

If he doesn't believe it, he Long Xuanyuan can't kill this brute!

"Smack!"

The sword in his hand instantly broke into several pieces and slid into the deep pool.

Zilong's widening eyes revealed a sneer. Yes, it's just a sneer, a sneer of disdain for Long Xuanyuan.

The long tail swept and attacked Long Xuanyuan again.

Long Xuanyuan's tall and handsome body was swept around, sharp dragon scales slashed across his body, and a knife-like stinging pain came from all over his body.

The robe was torn, the flesh was torn, and blood was scattered in the air, and it was also sprinkled on Zilong's body.

Horror! He's really no match for this dragon!

Glancing at Mo Qianzi who fainted on the ground, he had to leave with Mo Qianzi first.

Enduring the pain of the wounds all over his body, he made a false move towards the purple dragon in front of him, picked up Mo Qianzi and ran to the other side of the dragon Yintan.

Long Xuanyuan didn't notice that when he was scratched by the dragon scales and blood spilled on the purple dragon, the purple dragon no longer attacked him, and his huge body gradually disappeared into the pool.

Running out of the arched stone gate with "Dragon Yintan" written on it, I was surprised to find that everything here was exactly the same as the place where I had just fought with Zilong.

Only, all the scenery is back to normal, not purple.

Long Xuanyuan held Mo Qianzi's hand tightly, not daring to take another half step forward.

Here, I don't know if it's really a fantasy!

Perhaps, they are trapped in a maze!

The man in his arms was motionless, and his whole body was cold. Each other's soaked clothes were still dripping with pool water.

How could her weak body stand such cold weather?

As soon as her heart tightened, she meditated on the spot to warm her up......

Mo Qianzi's body was shrouded in a warm breeze, the clothes on her body were dried little by little, and her wet hair gradually dried out, flying slightly.

This is an extremely exhausting job, and under normal circumstances, no one would do it.

What's more, Long Xuanyuan was injured all over his body!

Long Xuanyuan's face was pale, the wounds on his body were constantly flowing with bright red blood, and the bloody breath lingered in the air.

His eyes stared at Mo Qianzi, and his heart was completely tied to Mo Qianzi. He didn't want to see her hurt in any way, but he completely ignored himself.

The blood flowed, little by little, and flowed into the Bitan next to it......

There was a loud noise in the pool water, and a burly and heroic purple-robed man appeared in front of them.

He looked at Long Xuanyuan, who was driving away Mo Qianzi's luck, and smiled coldly: "If you go on like this, you will die of blood!" ”

As soon as the man appeared, Long Xuanyuan was already alert.

He didn't say anything, slowly collected his internal strength, and took Mo Qianzi into his arms.

Is there anyone else here? Who is this person?

"Long Xuanyuan, you are so prostrated now, I can easily kill you!"

Long Xuanyuan's cold phoenix eyes didn't lift it, but just stared at the person in his arms lovingly.

Weak voice: "You can try!" ”

"Try? Haha......" The man laughed wildly, "You now, even if it's my palm, you can't stand it!" Long Xuanyuan, the king of Xuanyuan who everyone in the world knows, in your heart, is the world important, or is the woman in your arms important? ”

"Just as important!" In an indifferent tone, he still didn't raise his eyes to look at the man.

Disdain? Still don't dare?

For Long Xuanyuan, there is no dare! That's disdain!

In the face of a person who could take his life at any time, he actually had such an arrogant momentum!

A cold light appeared in the purple-robed man's eyes: "Give you two choices, one is to leave Zi'er behind, and I can help you fulfill your long-cherished wish to dominate the world; The second is to die here with her! ”

"Zi'er?" In a weak tone, he asked rhetorically, "Do you know her?" ”

"If you know her, I know him!" Sneer.

"Who are you?" Holding Mo Qianzi's arms tightened, he finally raised his eyes to look at the purple-robed man in front of him.

The man was imposing and looked at him condescendingly. He has never been so despised!

However, the feeling he gave him was so familiar! It's familiar, like himself!

"Who am I? Ha ha...... Who am I? That's a good question, very good! The man laughed, his purple figure flashed, and he actually turned into Long Xuanyuan's appearance, "I am you, Chiyang!" ”

"Who is Chiyang? The king doesn't know! ”

Hearing the name Chiyang, Long Xuanyuan's heart shook slightly, but the tone of his voice was still calm and indifferent.

"Chiyang, it's you five hundred years ago!"

"Five hundred years ago?" Long Xuanyuan hooked his lips and smiled, "Zilong, this king is just a mortal, unlike you who have hundreds of years of life!" Therefore, this king is not Chiyang, and you can't be this king! ”

After this period of secret pranayama, Long Xuanyuan's body improved slightly. It's just that the wound is still there, and the blood is still flowing.

Long Xuanyuan opened his mouth and called the purple-robed man "Zilong", and the man's face changed: "You actually know who I am?" ”

"I didn't know, and I didn't believe it. However, a person with more than 500 years of life, he is certainly not a human being! This is the Dragon Yintan, and the purple dragon sealed by the legend is you! The purple dragon can transform into a human, and it is not surprising that you are now transforming into the appearance of this king! ”

Calm and calm, not alarmed, this is the style of the king, than the king of the world will have such a demeanor!

At this moment, the person in his arms moved, and Long Xuanyuan's eyes were delighted. The slender fingers gently caressed the pure face, and called softly: "Zhi'er!" ”

No matter how big the matter is, it can't affect him, but the person in his arms, even the slightest bit affects his heart!

"Chiyang five hundred years ago, Long Xuanyuan now, no matter what your identity is, you can't escape a fate, that is, you love the same woman! I'm Zilong, and I'm you! Because, I have the memories of you 500 years ago! So, two choices, you have to make a decision! ”

Zilong's hand was all over his body, and a golden long sword was already horizontal in front of Long Xuanyuan.

"Or, you die here together; Or, Zi'er belongs to me, and the world belongs to you! ”

"Ha, hahaha......" Long Xuanyuan laughed for a long time, holding Mo Qianzi and retreating a few steps away, "You want to rob Zhi'er with this king?" ”

"I said, I have all the memories of you five hundred years ago, and I am you! What you want most is what I want most! I'm not for the world, just for her! Looking at the weak person in Long Xuanyuan's arms, the blue light was faint. (To be continued.) )