The nine golden crows cried hard, spread their wings, and the scorching heat rushed to the ground like a flood, and the grass and trees all over the mountain instantly withered and spontaneously combusted, and thick smoke rose one after another.

"Dragon Emperor Baidao - Battle Emperor Golden Armor!"

Ying Long was dressed in the Golden Armor of the War Emperor, and stepped out of the thick smoke, his eyes flashed with golden light, and the serrated sword pointed at Han Zhu, and shouted: "Dragon Emperor Hundred Paths • Illusion - Optimus One Place!"

Ying Long danced a sword flower, the sword body was attached to the golden light, and then stabbed in the air, the golden light energy shot out, Han Qi looked at this move thoughtfully, and forgot to dodge.

A golden crow flew slowly, just intercepting this move, the other two golden crows resisted the sawtooth sword body, and the remaining six took turns to attack, and the noisy birdsong continued, Ying Long dodged left and right, suddenly ran up, suddenly jumped down, or was hit by a golden crow in the chest, let go of the sawtooth sword, and flew out of the body, breaking several large maple trees in a row before stopping.

Han Qi came back to his senses, and he said, "Boy, you still know how to "Dragon Emperor Baidao Gong"? You are still called Brother Rahu? I can't even guess where you came from!" He crossed his hands on his chest, and nine golden crows hung beside Ying Long, just waiting for him to give an order, he could immediately take Ying Long's life.

Ying Long held the trunk of the tree, the force of the golden crow was extremely strong, most of the golden armor on the front chest was destroyed, and the golden dragon blood sealed the wound, he stumbled to his feet, and shouted with all his strength: "You remember: My name is Ying Long."

Han Qi laughed, his laughter was contemptuous and harsh, and he shouted: "What do I remember a dead man? Oh yo, is the current dragon clan also declining like this? The dignified Dragon War Emperor has also become so vulnerable! Oh, no wonder he wants to take refuge in the demon world! Hahaha-hahaha-"

Ying Long's head hung down and raised again, his golden eyes revealed a sharp light, he stubbornly straightened his chest, and he roared: "Shut up, the dragon clan has not taken refuge in the demon world!"

Han Qi couldn't stop laughing, he picked up Ying Long's serrated sword, tapped his fingers, and in a crisp sound, he laughed even more arrogantly: "This-is this also called Shangjian? Come, I'll finish it for you!"

His hand grasped the blade of the sword, and the serrated sword ignited a layer of black flame, and the sword body struggled and trembled in the black firelight, and drop by drop of molten iron juice overflowed from between his fingers, slowly dripping on the ground, condensing into a black lump of iron.

Ying Long felt like the molten iron juice, disappearing drop by drop, he hammered the sand, struggled to get up, and almost shouted in madness: "You let go of my sword, I will fight with you!"

Han Qi didn't pay attention to anything, he was immersed in the joy of melting the sawtooth sword, he laughed while desperately clutching, the iron juice flowed desperately, the magic fire was surging, the sawtooth sword had melted most of it, and a touch of pure white gas floated out silently, burrowing into the jade pendant between Ying Long's neck.

Ying Long shouted, crazy, grabbed the wings of a golden crow, opened his mouth and bit down, his teeth were like biting on the scorching coals, the golden crow on the side of his mouth struggled to escape, and the remaining eight came to the rescue, hitting and pecking at Ying Long, pounced and beaten, the war emperor Jin Jia was a little unable to support it, there were more and more broken places, and the pain of drilling the heart surged up one after another.

Ying Long used all his strength on his teeth, the two rows of teeth were the sharpest knives in the two rows, the more painful his body was, the tighter he bitten, his lips were burned, and his teeth were blackened, but he just didn't let go, a thought supported him: Death will also pull a cushion on his back!

A sawtooth sword melted into a large iron lump, and Han Zhu kicked the iron lump over, and said with a smile: "Boy, look at your sword, how good it is now!"

Ying Long looked at the big iron lump, this is the former sawtooth sword, it is the sawtooth sword that the master of Beihai City fought hard to snatch, the swordsman can't even protect his own sword, even if he fights all over the world, what is there to boast about? A cramping pain surged up, and tears rolled in Ying Long's eyes, which evaporated before they fell, leaving only two black tear stains.

Ying Long bit desperately, and actually tore off the tendons and bones on the golden crow's wings, and the golden crow flapped its wings and fell tremblingly, its long neck and wings stuck to the ground, and it died in a wail.

Ying Long's mouth was full of feathers, his eyes searched resentfully, he still had to bite one to death, and one more to kill was considered to be earned, and this life was worth death.

The remaining eight golden crows fell beside the corpse, each with his wings folded and his face sad, and their wails condensed into a mournful music without melody, flowing slowly and fluttering.

Ying Long was covered in blood, and the tiger flew over like a flock, grabbing a golden crow's leg in his hand, and biting it off when he opened his mouth, the golden crow screamed, and the short leg was bleeding, and slowly flew away.

When Han Qi reacted, nine golden crows died and one was injured, these golden crows are really not easy to smelt, and dying one is like losing twenty years of strength, he is angry like thunder, and a slap hit Ying Long in the face, roaring: "Boy, are you crazy?"

Ying Long was covered in flesh and blood, where could he still see the appearance of a person, that black face could only distinguish the eyes, there was blood and feathers on the side of his mouth, he was still laughing, he smiled and said: "Yes, I'm crazy!"

Han Qi pointed at Ying Long and roared: "Okay! I'll send you to Huangquan Stygian Sea to go crazy! There are so many ghosts there to accompany you crazy, Lao Tzu can't accompany you anymore!"

Ying Long's eyes were quick, and he bit Han Qi's fingers with one hand, and his white teeth were better and more ruthless than a sword.

Han Qi froze, the pain was like lightning and calmed his whole body, ten fingers connected to the heart, he cried wolf howl in pain, cried in pain and grabbed the ground, and he was embarrassed by the pain, he was the four demon generals of the demon clan, and he should pay attention to decency at all times, but now he can't take care of anything, it hurts!

Ying Long used the resentment of his whole body on his teeth, the guillotine-like teeth, even the iron can be bitten off, but the finger is a finger after all, it is not an iron block, Han Zhu struggled desperately, stretched out his fist and smashed Ying Long's face, smashed Ying Long's chest, smashed Ying Long's stomach, Ying Long endured it silently, his consciousness was a little blurry, swaying and dead.

The demonic fire in Hanqi's fist soared, and he shouted: "Demon Fierce Beast - Sealing Flame Palm!"

He slapped Ying Long on the chest, like a mud cow entering the sea, there was no movement, Han Qi was stunned, he made up another palm, still no movement, he slapped again.

Just hit a dozen palms like this, it's strange! Every time the strength disappeared without a trace, the golden armor on his chest was shattered, and a crystal jade pendant leaked out.

The jade pendant shook a few times, and then it shattered—