At this time, the demon dragon roared lowly and attacked again with its claws. Mo Zhiyu decisively kicked the wall with both legs, pulled out the ink knife and jumped up. And as soon as he left, the place where he was just now was smashed into a huge crater by the dragon's claw.

The rocks fell one after another, making Luo Bingqian below panic and dodge. At this time, Yue Chengcheng beckoned to her and said indifferently, "Come here." ”

Only then did Luo Bingqian realize that the location of the Moon Falling City happened to be the dead end of the battle, and the two attacks that were so violent just now did not hurt her side in the slightest, and even the cracks did not spread, and the chaotic stones that occasionally flew over were also blocked by the imprisoned magic circle over there.

Of course, Luo Bingqian ran over without hesitation, then patted the dust on her body, and sighed: "I didn't expect that at this time, this place is a good haven." ”

Yue Chengcheng chuckled lightly and did not speak.

And the ink delirium that was in the air above couldn't borrow his strength again, so he jumped directly onto the dragon's claw. But the scales on the dragon's claws opened and closed, and they were like knives on the ground one after another, and Mo Zhiyu didn't pay attention to it, and his shoes were cut several times.

The clothes of Mo Zhiyu are the special clothes of the disciples of the mountain chief, and the defense is comparable to that of a medium-grade spirit soldier. But every scale of this demon dragon is rich in Yuan Li, and the strength of Yuan Force makes his clothes no different from ordinary rags.

"At two o'clock, jump three meters upwards." The voice of the remnant soul suddenly sounded in Mo Zhiyu's head. Ink Delusion did so without even thinking about it, and at the same time as Ink Delusion jumped, a sharp scale armor on the dragon's claws jumped up, almost slashing Ink Delusion's ankle. Before Mo Zhiyu had time to rejoice, the other claw of the demon dragon grabbed it, but Mo Zhiyu was now at an angle that could just fall on the back of the tip of the claw.

"Five steps forward, five meters in the direction of ten o'clock, claw dragon whiskers!"

Mo Zhiyu complied, ran forward five steps, jumped upwards at the same time as a scale bulge in front of his feet, and jumped five meters in two steps, just when he saw one of the dragon's whiskers swinging over. Mo Zhiyu decisively hugged his beard, followed the whisker like this, and narrowly escaped the attack of one of the dragon's claws.

The demon dragon's blood-red eyes twisted, staring at Mo Zhiyu, opening the huge mouth of the blood basin, and the rotten breath came to his face, almost fainting Mo Zhizhi, thinking to himself, this dragon may not have brushed his teeth for two thousand years, right?

"Let go, grab your chin."

Mo Zhiyu was now raised high by his beard, extremely close to the mouth of the demon dragon, and the demon dragon opened its mouth at this moment to bite it down!

Mo Zhiyu decisively let go, and the demon dragon bit into the air and bit off half of his beard. And Mo Zhiyu used the power of the fall to suddenly hug a piece of meat raised on the demon dragon's chin, this piece of meat was rare and did not threaten with scale armor, and Mo Zhiyu could finally take a breath. This kind of large-scale strenuous exercise is really physically and mentally painful.

"How do you know how he attacks?" Mo Zhiyu gasped, and asked the remnant soul in his heart.

"It's simple," said the remnant, "because the dragon is nothing more than a zombie, and the attack steps are inherently the same. ”

"Dragon zombies?" Mo Zhiyu was surprised, he had seen many kinds of zombies in the past few days, and now he saw a two-thousand-year-old dragon zombie, he was going to see all the zombies he had seen in his life.

"Tian Khan was hit hard at the beginning, and his divine consciousness was already disillusioned, but his body was too strong and enduring, and there was a remnant of Tian Khan's resentment and turned into a zombie, which is normal."

Since it's a zombie without a sanity, there's nothing to worry about. Mo Zhiyu completely relaxed at this time, climbed this piece of meat and looked down, to find the reverse scale quickly.

The place where Mo Zhiyu is staying now happens to be the blind spot of the dragon's perspective, and the demon dragon has grabbed it a few times without grabbing it, and now he can only shake his head desperately, although the shaking amplitude is not large, but the force is great, and Mo Zhiyu almost can't grasp it firmly.

He wanted to use the ink knife to pierce this piece of meat to fix it, but he didn't expect that although this piece of meat had no scales, it was also very strong, and the power that the ink knife could exert was only the power of a high-grade treasure soldier, and it was not enough to break the true body of the demon dragon. What's more, he is only in the middle of the Lun Spirit Realm now, but he can't exert the normal power of a high-grade treasure soldier.

So he used the most honest method. He threw it upwards with the bundle of immortal ropes he had obtained from the Sadu Gate, wrapped around one of the dragon's sharp rulers, and just hung the bundle of immortal ropes and looked down. Not to mention, this method is quite effective, although the swing amplitude is greater than before, he is more solid than before.

In this regard, the remnant soul can only say: "You can think of it......"

"Whether the method is reliable or not, as long as it is useful." Mo Zhiyu shook and shook on the bundle of immortals, but he could not find the reverse scales of the demon dragon. This is not the way to go, even if his stamina is amazing, his strength will be exhausted.

Then he decided to take a risk. He used another bundle of fairy ropes, which was connected to the previous one, and lowered it again, but this time, he left the protective range of his chin.

Although the demon dragon was a zombie, his instinct was still there, and he immediately noticed it and waved his claws. Mo Zhiyu saw the tip of the claw and kicked it over, skillfully avoiding the edge of the claw, and also used it to block the side, he hurried to search for the location of the reverse scale on the neck of the demon dragon.

After that, the attack of the other claw came, and Mo Zhiyu used the old method to swing to another place, and by swaying back and forth like this, he could just finish this piece of neck.

Suddenly, he finally noticed that between the layers of black armor, there was a faint white spot. Legend has it that the dragon's reverse scales are white, but they are the size of a palm and have a crescent shape, so it is really hard to find.

But now, it's over!

Mo Zhiyu once again saw an attacking claw, directly released the bundle of immortal ropes, and pointed a foot on the back of the claw. Then the others took advantage of this power to rush out, holding the ink knife with both hands, and carrying enough yuan power ink, Zhizhi had poured all the power of the whole body into the tip of the knife, from the knife to the person, the whole was like a sharp arrow of red gold, towards the small white spot, rushing to kill.

The demon dragon moved again at this time, the black scale armor on its neck opened and closed, and the white dot flickered and dimmed.

"Dang!" The firelight splashed, and the ink delirium finally hit it, hitting the corner of the reverse scale, and a net-like crack appeared on the reverse scale! One blow away!

But it was too late for Mo Zhiyu, the demon dragon caught him accurately this time, and then threw him out with a roar, only to hear a "boom"! Mo Zhiyu's body smashed huge holes in the rock wall.

The Ink Delirium was embedded deep in the pit, and the ink knife fell to the cliff below. At this time, his whole body's clothes, even his skin, were torn apart by the demon dragon's scale armor, and his internal organs seemed to be shaken out by this huge force, as if several ribs were broken!