This is still a distant prospect, and the thousand-foot-long dragon has appeared for the third time. Dressed in clouds and breaking fog, huge body swaying, it was a hurricane that shook hundreds of miles. However, it is actually struggling in the blue sky. Following the former, it has reached its final stage. Qianzhang's long body was covered with cracks, all of which were caused by a blow suspected to be a blow from Hao Dian's Sword Immortal.

It wasn't the first time Luo Qing had seen this, but this time, it was different from the last time.

Inexplicably, a strong vertigo struck, Luo Qing instinctively wanted to resist, but the weak spirit was very faceless, attacking inside and outside, his eyes were black, and when the light came in again, Feng Gang was already roaring in his ears, thunder rumbled, and then opened his eyes, this already familiar perspective has been reversed.

In front of him was a mountain of thick scales. It has edges like a knife, but has several cracks. Blood poured down like fountains and waterfalls. Golden dots of light oozed from inside. The heat is like boiling oil. It was unusual, but the flesh did not diminish at all. It instantly flooded his head and face. His breath was burning, and his skin was creaking.

He snorted bitterly. Luckily, his brain was still spinning. He understood that in the blink of an eye, the distant vista was complete. He was "thrown" to the place where Tianlong and Jian Xian fought. At the moment of enlightenment, the external pressure suddenly increased by countless levels! At this point, he felt that he had been compressed into a small dot, almost completely exhausted.

"It's an illusion!"

Luo Qing's mind must be clear. He knew that there must be something wrong with the clouds in front of Hao's allusions: there should be some magical methods, or, like the foggy sky, they were born from the swordsman's mind and had mysterious powers.

In any case, the inner power will work through Luo Qing's ecstasy. Luo Qing was in the weakest state before, and he was a little injured, but he didn't move at all. He was protected by the true aura of the dragon. After several encounters with Tao'er, he quickly became alert. But now, after a few hard shakes with something in the crown, he is at his weakest. Weakness leads to all diseases. In the end, he is invaded by the forces in the clouds and plays an important role.

Luo Qing tried his best to keep his mind clear, but now that he had been put into the urn, every movement was involuntary, and such a stubborn resistance would only reap more pain.

"Damn it, stop kidding!"

Luo Qing didn't believe that he would die here humbly, there was no way Huang Xuan could kill him in this way. At this point, his steep platform is clear: if there is no danger in the clouds, then what good is it for him to resist so hard? "Strong is a shame and easy to break" is more than just words.

In the face of the legacy of the Sword Immortal, as a junior, at least there should be some politeness.

Luo Qing realized for a moment that if he didn't resist the magic method and relax his whole body, it would be equivalent to relaxing the self-imposed obstacles, and the powerful power would overflow in an instant, like electrifying his body and making his heart tremble. Whether it was the Celestial Dragon or the Sword Immortal, their image became clearer, and their pressure was ten times greater than that of the Great Mountain.

However, such scenes only serve as a background. What really became apparent was a series of magical handwriting with bright red colors, like fire and blood. Rows of neat rows, all as big as buckets, with golden red glow on the edges, seared into the mind, and then vanished.

The feeling of invading my mind and imprinting it deeply finally made Luo Qing understand. This illusion is not actually to hurt him, but to force him to understand, understand, and even learn a method and tactic from the battle between Tianlong and Jian Xian.

There was no doubt that the magical recipe came from the red spinner he had grabbed from the clouds - Luo Qing had given it a good name, it was called Longtu Hua Manshak, and there were only larks and ten yin here. Maybe at another time, Luo Qing would be very interested in learning such an impressive method of killing dragons, but now...

"Learning from God's spikes?"

How long does it take to get to the Year of the Monkey?

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The gates of the Sword Garden were open, and people from outside flocked in. What's going on?"

The old man had a long sword in his hand, his white hair tied into a bun, and he was wearing a robe and sleeves, and he walked over slowly. An oath is a condemnation. The three people of Huaxi Peak were pleasantly surprised. Behind them, they bowed their heads and said, "Uncle Yu." ”

Uncle Shi?Li Chenzong's three generations of disciples?

Hearing Huaxi Peak's summons, the elites of the outer demon sect were also shocked, if they really wanted to take a step for the monks, only those who had experienced it once could kill them and suffer a big loss. At this moment, I looked back one by one and saw some people. Several of them got better news, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief: "It's him." ”

However, those who do not know its origin are not worried. After the release of the True Qi activity, the limits of the strength of both sides had a rough sense, and the Demon Gate Yingjie saw that this white-haired old man was already a member of the Dan Rank, and he was also very important here, and it had no decisive impact on the current situation. And its half-dead appearance is even more "reassuring".

It so happened that just as this part of the people was relaxing, the blade of the sword sounded, and the old-fashioned sword was pulled out of its sheath. When the blade comes into contact with air, it loses its shape completely. Only in the vertical and horizontal garden of the new Jane One, which covers almost the entire garden without life and death.

Few people think that this old road is so fierce, regardless of seniority, status, etc. What's more, I can't imagine that this man is already half-dead, but this sword means first-class and sharp, and the stars in the sky seem to have lost their color.

Shi Wen couldn't help screaming, ignoring the road, leading seven or eight masters, and rushed forward. He saw that Hua Xifeng in front of him had already drawn his sword. Along with Li Hong and Wang Jiu, it was filled with shockwaves and the activity of True Qi, forming a sword formation to fight against powerful enemies.

"Far from it!"

He roared, and Ulletso had already manifested outside his body, wrapped in a layer of electric black light, rumbling past. On his two wings, one was Emperor Luo Tian, and the other was the Yuan King of the Ice and Snow Magic Palace. This person is also a person who has built a reputation for a high level. He created a good name with the "Nine Towering Snow Swords" of the North and South.

Three people were the main targets, and the other six were waiting for their chance. He will use the numbers to his advantage to gather strength and make a slight breakthrough. As long as the few remaining people are stuck on the road for a while.

Xu Ting played very well, and at this time, the thunder spirit of the black thunder in front of him had already come into contact with the sword qi, and then he felt that the temperature in the garden had dropped suddenly, and more blood qi was spewing out unscrupulously, stirring up the activities of the Qi country and causing chaos in the world.

In the back, only half of the curse of the Emperor's Cottage was heard, and they were sealed. Finally, they let out a groan of pain. On the non-flank of the literary style, Emperor Luo Tian was always a little worried about the same gate. At first glance, his cold face also changed. The Aurora Yuan flickered with the magnetic storm, and his body looked like a twisted lightning bolt that suddenly detached from the flanks.

"Worse!"

Shi Wen Fei is a very vigilant person. When he saw the changes in Emperor Luo Tian, he was not very clear. At this time, the vest suddenly became cold, as if it had been inserted by the cold front. Wu Leiso destroyed the spiritual thunder light out of reach, he gritted his teeth, the machine reversed, and with a "bang" explosion, the shuttle separated, and some of them instantly became the size of a fist in a body, and through the magnetic conversion of the thunder light, it ejected.

Just one line later, the shockwave sliced through the thunder light like tofu, but it couldn't catch his shadow.

"What an amazing change!"

At first, those old words of praise echoed in my ears, and then I quickly walked away. When Yuan Wang swung his sword, there was a loud bang. Shiwen is not only a loose heart, but also a warm blood in my heart. Earlier, the body of Uriel, whom he had sacrificed for ten days, made a creaking sound. I don't know where it cracked.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and a mile away, Shi Wen's non-body returned to its normal size, and his face was once again unable to maintain a smile, and even the color faded. Uriel Soe is not his lifesaver, but it is also the product of years of sacrifice and bloodshed. Having been hit hard, he certainly couldn't escape.

"Stop!"

He was so angry that he shouted loudly to stop. The monks in the garden also cooperated. A series of air bursts, cutting off the connected air conditioner and halting it temporarily. Shi Wen's eyes were not swept over, but his eyelids were jerked twice.

There was no sound at all, and the other man stumbled to the ground and remained motionless. For people like this, there are already two bodies in the garden, and they are both on their side. He gathered 14 people, and a fifth of them, including him, were injured.

At this time, the old man slowly picked up his sword and turned to look at the three Huaxi Peak people who had not yet fired. His snow-white eyebrows moved a few times: "Can you see your brother Luo Qing?"