Dry: Sweep thousands of troops. ”

"Dry style: dry sweep thousands of troops."

"Dry style: dry sweep thousands of troops."

……

Ximen Cong had been using this move in the Qiankun Sword Strike, but he gradually realized that something was wrong.

"This giant red wyvern's ability to recover seems to have become much worse."

"In the beginning, I used the dry style: the damage caused by the Dry Sweep Thousands of Armies was explosive, and the explosion was that the art could be repaired very quickly."

"But now the giant red wyvern looks scarred, and the explosion is art or has been spitting red energy with its mouth wide open."

"But the wounds I inflicted on this giant red wyvern healed much more slowly, what's going on?"

"Is it because the explosion is the decline in the quality of the red energy emitted by the art, and his red energy is about to be used up, or is there some conspiracy in him?"

Simon pondered, and now he had two assumptions in his heart.

If it is assumed that the explosion is art and the red energy is about to be consumed, then Simon Satoshi should soon win, and the explosion is art will be consumed alive by his combat strategy.

However, if it is estimated that the explosion is art, Simon Satoshi feels that the explosion is art must have some conspiracy, and he does not know what kind of plan he has to fight back.

"It's really hard to judge, it's a bit troublesome."

Satoshi Symon was a little undecided.

Explosion is art, don't look at it now, it's still at the disadvantage of his battle with Simon Satoshi, but the dragon tail of his "Burst Wyvern" is almost complete, so that the dragon tail can attack.

He only used the dragon's tail to attack Ximen Cong, and the body of the "Explosive Mouth Flying Dragon" didn't matter, its body was scarred by Ximen Cong's attack with a dry style: Dry Sweep Thousand Army.

"Okay, the good people of Simon shouldn't have seen my plan."

"He should be very happy to see that my 'Mouth Wyvern' is scarred, and he must be very happy now."

"Be proud, be happy, and I'll show you what cruelty is in a moment."

"The tail of the 'Burst Wyvern' is well hidden by me, he shouldn't be able to see it."

The explosion is the art of looking at the coiled "Burst Wyvern", its body is circling in circles, the outer body has been slowly scarred, but the innermost circle of the tail is vivid, very solid.

"Hahaha, it's almost finished, when the time comes, eat my dragon's tail blow, Ximen is a good man."

"You're dead."

The explosion is the art sneering inside.

"What the hell is going on with him?"

"I don't understand."

Satoshi used it again: sweeping the army, and then scratched his head with his hands, thinking.

He looked at the huge red wyvern coiled in the air, his heart still wavering, and the huge purple-gold lightsaber was attacking its body for the first time.

"What the hell is the situation, I think that exploding is art, it is not so easy and there is no energy."

"There must be some conspiracy of his in this, what is it?"

"Seeing that the silhouette of the huge red wyvern formed by spitting out red energy from his mouth is already scarred all over his body, there shouldn't be any means to fight back against me."

"But I always feel like danger is coming, what is it?"

Simon Satoshi seemed to have a slight sense of smell for danger, but when he looked at the huge red dragon in the sky, he still didn't see anything, and he couldn't see anything strange.

After the three strikes of the dry type: dry sweeping thousands of armies, Ximen Cong once again subconsciously used the dry style: dry sweeping thousands of troops.

Suddenly, he saw a glimmer of brilliance in the scarred giant red wyvern, the red was more conspicuous, but it was very terrifying to look at, the scales on it were distinct, so that people could clearly distinguish them.

It was a dragon tail, and unlike the huge red dragon's body, which was still in a rough energy state, this dragon tail seemed to be real, as if it was really bloody and weak.

"Oh no, I see."

Satoshi finally discovered that the explosion was an art.

"I said why did the body scars of this giant red wyvern heal slowly, it turns out that the explosion is art to concentrate his red energy on the dragon's tail."

"This dragontail should have become a complete body, and he will definitely use this dragontail to attack me."

"But how will this dragontail attack me?"

Simon Satoshi thought.

The explosion over there is the art that can't stop being happy in his heart now, his "tyrannical dragon tail" has been successfully formed, he closes his mouth, and no longer spits out red energy.

Then, he bent down and exhaled heavily, for the catharsis of these red energies was a drain on himself.

Now he can use his consciousness to make this huge red wyvern in the sky attack, but only the dragon's tail has a huge attack power, and the rest of the place is broken and has no damage power.

When Satoshi saw that the explosion was the art stopped, he didn't open his mouth and spit out red energy to fill the red giant flying dragon in the sky, he thought to himself.

"It seems that the explosion is art, and as long as the tail of that red wyvern in the sky is formed, it will be enough to defeat me."

"Isn't he underestimating me? Or does this dragon's tail really have great power? ”

"I can't waste the opportunity that he's resting right now, I'm going to take the opportunity to attack him in a wave."

Ximen Cong immediately continued to use the dry form: Sweeping away the thousand troops, a huge purple-gold lightsaber formed, swung backwards, and slashed diagonally towards the red giant flying dragon.

But this time, the sweep of the huge purple-gold lightsaber was blocked, and the tail of this red flying dragon swept out and spelled together with this purple-gold lightsaber.

The purple-gold lightsaber was knocked far away, and the bright red dragon's tail was intact.

"So powerful? It's just that the defense is so strong? ”

"What does this dragontail's attack look like?"

Satoshi looked at the battle situation of the purple-gold lightsaber and the bright red dragon tail, thinking quietly.

The second episode of the purple-gold lightsaber attacked, but the bright red dragon tail still blocked it, and fought with it, but the result was that the purple-gold lightsaber fell down, and was knocked away by the bright red dragon tail.

The third time, that is, the last attack of the purple-gold lightsaber, was still the result of defeat.

After seeing the bright red dragon tail made by the explosion, Ximen Cong sighed, he saw that the explosion was the same as art, and he was slowing down his body, without an immediate attack.

He knew that it was still sweet time for him to attack, and if he let the explosion be an art, he would be crazy to use this bright red dragon tail to attack him.

At that time, he could only switch from offense to defense and fall into disadvantage.

"No, no, I have to take advantage of this opportunity to achieve the maximum effect of the attack."

"Dry style: It's no longer possible to sweep thousands of troops, this bright red dragon tail is really powerful."

"What the hell is going to do?"

"Let my purple gold lightsaber blow itself up?"

"These red energies should all be explosions, that is, the explosive energy of art, after my purple gold lightsaber uses the explosive sword style to self-detonate, this huge red flying dragon, including the bright red dragon tail, has a certain chance of a big explosion."

"In this case, I will turn into an explosion, which is the attack of art."

"But after the explosion is formed, the power will definitely be very strong, and I want to quickly stay away and dodge."

"Also, I must hide the purpose of my attack, and I can't let the explosion be a direct discovery of art."

"I'll use the Dry Style: Sword Whirlwind Storm as a cover-up, and I will use a purple-gold lightsaber to use the Dry Style: Sword Whirling Storm, take the opportunity to mix another purple gold lightsaber into the flying purple gold lightsaber group, and after getting close to the red giant wyvern, I will use the explosive sword style to self-detonate."

"This explosion is art, and it should not be possible to see my true intention to attack."

"You can give it a try, just do it."

Satoshi came up with a way to use one of his purple gold lightsabers to self-detonate to see if he could cause the linkage explosion of the red giant flying dragon, and if it succeeded, the explosion would be an artistic attack that could be defused by itself.

The explosion is the art of seeing the bright red dragon tail easily block the three attacks of the purple-gold giant lightsaber used by Ximen Cong, he was extremely excited.

"Simon is a good man, see if you can still do it, you are dead."

"When I'm rested, I'll slap you to death with this bright red dragon tail."

"Haha, this bright red dragon tail doesn't just have an attack."

"Every scale on it is enough to be stimulated and used as a powerful bomb."

"Look how you dodge this time, obediently let me die."

"Huh~~~Huh~~~"

The explosion is the muttering of art, his voice is mush, only he knows what he means, even if others hear it, it will not understand.

"Dry: Sword Whirlwind Storm."

Ximen Cong used the dry style: Sword Whirlwind Storm, one after another purple-gold lightsabers flew and smashed into the body of the bright red dragon tail, but there must have been no scars left, and the dragon scales of the bright red dragon tail were still intact, and they were very gorgeous.

"Hahahaha, fool Simon, good man."

"This trick of yours can't even hurt the scales of my bright red dragon's tail."

"This is your efforts in vain, I think you are poor in donkey skills."

"Don't waste your efforts, wait patiently, your death is near."

The explosion is art Seeing Simon Satoshi's futile attack, his heart was even happier, and he gradually adjusted his breathing, and the moment when he launched his attack was not far away.

He would never have imagined that Simon Cong had mixed his other purple-gold lightsaber into these purple-gold lightsabers that attacked the bright red dragontail, and would also use the explosive sword style to make this purple-gold lightsaber explode.

Ximen Cong saw that the bright red dragon tail was just motionless and let his dry style: the purple-gold lightsaber emitted by the sword whirlwind storm casually vented, and he was relieved.

He thought that if the explosion was an art to use the dragon's tail to sweep these purple-gold lightsabers, it would be too easy for him to let go of his other purple-gold lightsaber.

But now the situation is excellent.

"Okay, now take the opportunity to throw my other purple-gold lightsaber over."

"Hope for an explosion, hope for an explosion, hope for an explosion."

Saimon Satoshi prayed inwardly as he took out another purple-gold lightsaber from his spatial storage bracelet and threw it at the bright red dragontail with his other hand.

If the explosion was art looking at Satoshi Ximen now, he would definitely notice this abnormal performance of Satoshi Ximen, but he lowered his head and bent over to gasp, and after he saw that Satoshi Ximen's attack was useless, he no longer paid attention to Satoshi Ximen.

The explosion is such a careless as art, just in time for this opportunity for Ximen Cong, Ximen Cong saw that the purple-gold lightsaber he threw was about to attack the bright red dragon tail, and his body quickly retreated. Let's read the book network on mobile phones, please visit 『』, the full text is free to read online