The Flood Desolation Demon Dragon is resisting the sword shadow of more than 100 zhang, seeing Feng Lin's move again, he was shocked, although the sword shadow could not break through its own defense, but it could be greatly weakened, seeing that this blow was coming, the Flood Desolation Demon Dragon immediately made a decision, straightened his chest, and wanted to take Feng Lin's blow.

There was a loud "boom", and five huge footprints kicked on the demon dragon's chest, but five footprints were printed on the bulging chest at this moment.

The demon dragon screamed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body was kicked upside down.

Seeing this, Feng Lin was overjoyed and thought, "This is the best time to beat the water dogs. ”

So he mobilized the divine boots to exert extreme speed and caught up with the demon dragon.

Luck was in the palm of his hand, and his body jumped up again, and it was another "Four Elephants Golden Stone Palm" that slashed straight towards the huge head of the demon dragon, the palm print condensed, and the thick palm print contained endless killing intent.

"Boom", the huge palm print slapped on the head of the demon dragon, and the desolate demon dragon, which was originally flying upside down in the distance, turned around and fell to the ground.

Feng Lin's set of attacks was extremely coherent, and the poor Flood Demon Dragon was so embarrassed.

"Ah...... , you damn it!"

At this time, the Flood Desolation Demon Dragon's face was hideous, his eyes were blood-red, and his vicious face went straight to the ground.

"Boom!", there was another loud bang, the ground was filled with smoke and dust, and a large pit was smashed out.

After a while, a huge figure crawled out of the pit, looking very embarrassed, with blood on his face, his body was cracked in many places, and his eyes were dull, this time the intimate contact with the earth was too sudden, and the dignified Demon Dragon, a giant of the demon clan, was so embarrassed by a junior.

It seems that the Flood Demon Dragon has not completely woken up, and it looks a little confused at this time.

At this time, Feng Lin stood in the void and looked down at the ground, and saw that the demon dragon continued to stand up straight, his wings slightly open, and he was not shocked.

"This beast's body is so hard, I tried my best to take his life, time is running out, I have to make a choice. ”

Thinking about it, he shouted.

"All things are born with their own spirits, and since then, we have gone through many difficulties and dangers to achieve such an achievement. Flood Demon Dragon, I don't want to kill you, and I will ask you one last time, are you willing to be my contract beast and sacrifice for me?"

The Flood Demon Dragon woke up and immediately became furious.

"Boy, you are dreaming! I didn't expect you to become so powerful in just a few days, and I also have a sense of consciousness, how can I recognize mortals as masters? If you want me to recognize you as your master, you will show your real skills and defeat me first, such small actions will not hurt my uncle. ”

After speaking, he laughed, his wings spread together, and in an instant, the purple light bloomed, and the desolate demon dragon was reborn, and the wound was healing rapidly.

Seeing this, Feng Lin exclaimed in his heart, "It's not good, this beast is so strong, and it will not be good for me to drag on the battle situation any longer." ”

"I'll ask you one last time, do you really want to be my contract beast?"

The Flood Desolation Demon Dragon completely erupted, and his face was hideous.

"Boy, you insulted me too much, today is either you die or I die. ”

"In that case, don't blame me. ”

Feng Lin shook his head slightly.

The ink cloud came out of the sheath, Fenglin's body turned sharply, and the sword body kept drawing in the void, forming a series of inky black sword shadows in the void. The sword shadow covers the sky and the sun, the sword qi only rushes to the sky, and the endless sword intent is galloping, roaring, and ready to go.

"Fighting Spirit Sword Gang, kill the Quartet!"

With a broken shout, the tip of the Moyun sword stabbed forward suddenly, the sword shadows in the void condensed, and countless sword shadows stabbed forward. Mighty, like a mountain roaring tsunami.

"The carving insect is flashy. See how I break you. ”

The Flood Desolation Demon Dragon sneered, its huge body leaned forward suddenly, its big mouth opened, and a cloud of purple-red smoke erupted from its mouth, and the smoke continued to condense, and finally formed a purple-red light shield in front of its body.

Ripples rippled on the light shield, flooding with layers of brilliance.

"It's a rhyme. This magic dragon is really not simple. "Feng Lin's complexion changed slightly, and with the blessing of Dao rhyme, it was difficult for Feng Lin to break through the defense of the demon dragon.

For a moment, Feng Lin also hesitated.

"Unleash your sword momentum with all your might, break it!"

A voice sounded in the sea of knowledge, and Feng Lin was suddenly startled, this is the mysterious powerhouse in the midst of defeat.

Feng Lin nodded, and the sword momentum reunited, and the power was a little stronger for a while.

As soon as Fenglin's handprint turned, the sword shadow in the sky seemed to be ordered to change, and stabbed forward frantically. It was as if the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens was tyrannically impacting the light shield in front of the demon dragon.

The sword shadow stabbed forward, and the light shield bore the brunt.

"Boom ......"

The sword shadow began to pound the light shield in front of the demon dragon. In an instant, the powerful sword shadow seemed to pierce into the water, and disappeared in a flash.

Feng Lin was startled.

"The elemental attributes are annihilated, what a desolate demon dragon, and its strength is really strong. ”

Feng Lin manipulated the sword shadow to continue to stab forward, and the sword shadow in the sky roared in the air, making a buzzing roar.

Suddenly, a purple light burst out from the midst of defeat, and in an instant, the sword shadows in the sky rippled with this layer of purple light veil, vibrating slightly in the boundless sky.

For a while, everything in the world seemed to have faded, and only the purple rays were dazzling, and they were colorful and gorgeous.

"Poof!"

The shield was overwhelmed and shattered in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the Flood Desolation Demon Dragon felt an extremely strong coercion, this came from ancient coercion, how could the Flood Desolation Demon Dragon not be frightened.

"Who the hell are you?" the dragon roared, its form backing away.

In the wilderness chaos, he gave up his supernatural powers, the golden cicada came out of its shell to protect itself, and after ten thousand years of spiritual cultivation, the bloodline was awakened, and now this layer of coercion has reappeared, and the demon dragon trembles unconsciously, and looks at Fenglin in disbelief.

"Did he take me as a sacrifice for his spirit......?"

The Desolate Demon Dragon suddenly woke up, and his whole body trembled.

Although the Flood Desolation Demon Dragon is evil, it is not stupid, and it is even clearer under this layer of coercion.

The fierce sword shadow was still suppressing forward, and the wings of the Flood Desolate Demon Dragon were dead in front of him, and his body retreated sharply.

"If it weren't for the senior's action, I would definitely not be able to break through the defense of the Flood Demon Dragon with this blow, but that purple ray is very mysterious. ”

Feng Lin nodded slightly, his heart was very shocked.

The sword shadow was still attacking forward, and the poisonous dragon couldn't resist it at all, and both wings were cut off.

"Damn, it's like this!" Mo Yun was full of unwillingness and roared angrily.

The head leaned forward suddenly, and met the sword shadow with a single horn, and hurriedly parried.

Suddenly, the ink cloud slashed and swept down.

Just listen to a crisp "click".

The horn of the Flood Demon Dragon was actually cut off by Qi Gen.

"Ah...... Damn it!"

The Flood Desolation Demon Dragon roared in pain, and his body was also shrinking rapidly, this single horn was the source of his aura, and the water without a source could not last long.

The purple-red light on the demon dragon's body decreased sharply, and he looked at Feng Lin with angry eyes, although he was unwilling in his heart, he knew that he was not his opponent no matter what.

The aura was rapidly leaking and dissipating, and the spirit was much weaker, and the body of the Savage Demon Dragon shrank to only about half a meter, and at this moment it completely turned into a mini demon dragon, still a demon dragon without horns.

The demon dragon roared, his voice miserable and desolate.

Feng Lin was also a little unbearable, and asked in a deep voice.

"Flood Desolation Demon Dragon, are you willing to be my contract beast now, and accept the spirit for me?"

The Flood Demon Dragon did not answer, his mournful voice paused, and he looked at the broken horn, his eyes full of despair.

Helplessly smiled bitterly twice before he spoke.

"The power of my bloodline is enough to rival that of the divine beast, but it's a pity that it has been sealed for a thousand years, otherwise how could I lose to you. That's it, I'm dying, if there is an afterlife, maybe I will promise you. ”

After saying that, his body fell to the ground and passed out.

Feng Lin was also surprised, although he won at this time, he didn't have the slightest joy in his heart, this kind of thing that harmed others and benefited himself was not very accustomed to it.

Thinking of flying and jumping in front of the demon dragon, he picked up the demon dragon and went straight to the ancient hall in the enchantment.

When he came to the ancient hall, the old man was waiting for him at this time, and before Fenglin could speak, the old man smiled.

"The bloodline of the ancient dragon god, but unfortunately it fell to the demon race. ”

"Senior, can this demon dragon still be saved?" Feng Lin asked.

"Why, you still want to save it, wouldn't it be right to use it to sacrifice to the spirit at this time?" the old man glanced at Fenglin and asked softly.

"If you save him, he still doesn't want to do a contract beast. What to do?"

At this moment, Feng Lin was also a little dazed, if he saved the Demon Dragon, he didn't want to be his own contract divine beast, then how could his chaotic attribute sacrifice the spirit, if he didn't use the Flood Desolation Demon Dragon Sacrifice Spirit, then when would he be able to find another divine beast, even if he found it after many years, then how should he cultivate during this period?