The reason why this strange space above is strange is that no matter how fierce the people above are, they can't hear a single sound, and the space seems to be infinitely large.

And no matter how much power there is, it can't cause damage to the space, so naturally you can't see a deep pit in the ground, or the appearance of dust and smoke.

Just like now, two figures flew upside down and slammed into the ground, all of which made the people below clearly visible.

The person on the left was already drenched in blood, a golden robe dyed red, glowing with a little red light, especially the flesh and blood of his right hand, and the small wounds crawled all over his right arm. Lying on the ground motionless, it was the eighth dragon clan old man who had punched him to death before, and he had to fight with Ning Zhaolin to win or lose.

Now he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he had lost his life.

There is a person on the right, a gentleman's robe has been torn piece by piece, the strips of cloth are messy, like a butterfly with broken wings, and the orchid under his shoulder has been shattered.

There was still a very beautiful sword lying in his hand, but his five fingers were loose, and he couldn't hold it, and his eyes were closed, and he didn't move, not knowing life or death.

A moment passed, and the old dragon king, who was still dozing off at the top, did not speak, and no one dared to make a slight move, so he could only wait quietly.

In the crystal palace, only the snoring of the old dragon king was heard, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing, and the dragon clan boss sitting at the top was still closing his eyes and recuperating, as if the old man would not open his eyes when he died.

Wu Shao, who had always been a little noisy, didn't say anything at this time, his eyes were firmly staring at the space above, although he was also worried, but he believed that with the body of the dragon clan, there would definitely be no big incident, but that the sword master of the human race might not have grown into an existence like Chen Banyang, and he was about to fall.

In the boundless space, Ning Zhaolin's brows furrowed slightly, his lips opened slightly and let out a low moan, and at the same time, the little finger of Lao Ba's most seriously injured right hand moved slightly.

The two flew out at the same time, and reacted at the same time.

A few monks who were paying close attention to the movement above, and at this time, the heart that was mentioned was put back again.

As long as there is a reaction, it means that the person is okay, and the person is okay.

Before he opened his eyes, Ning Zhaolin's subconscious reaction was that he clenched the long sword in his palm with five fingers, held the sword, as if he held the source of strength, and then slowly stood up from the ground with the sword in his hand, and finally took a step ahead of the dragon clan opposite and stood up.

A baby face was still tired, but he squeezed out a smile, and smiled at the old man on the other side who also stood up tremblingly, but his right hand was too seriously injured, except for the initial reaction, he completely stopped moving and hung down on his side.

Since you have to fight with others, you have to pay the price.

But now Ning Zhaolin, who participated in the Dragon Oath of the Crystal Palace for the first time, stopped here and was unable to fight again.

"I lost. Looking at the Terran who stood up one step ahead of him, the eighth child simply admitted that he had lost.

"Fluke. Ning Zhaolin smiled unabated, held the sword in both hands, and said softly.

After that, the two of them fell from the big hole under their feet at the same time, and their feet fell on the floor, but their steps were a little staggering, which was a little more embarrassing than the previous Lao Jiu.

Even so, Lao Ba did not change his posture, and walked back to his position and sat down, raising his head extremely proudly, but it was different from Lao Jiu, who had not dared to see people before.

Ning Zhaolin returned the sword into the sheath and sat down beside Monk Nianxin.

Monk Nianxin turned his head to look at Ning Zhaolin, and was about to say something to him about the word 'retreat', but when he saw a person opposite, he flew up from the hole above that had not yet closed, and roared in his mouth: "Monk, you, come up." ”

Listening to his words and watching his deeds, it is the five young people who talked a lot before.

What I want to say, let's talk about it later, the monk waved his sleeve robe, and the slightly heavy figure flew up lightly, and his blue robe was a little eye-catching.

"Why are you so anxious, didn't we fight fifty years ago?" the monk folded one hand on his chest, looked at Wu Shao with a smile and said.

It is only these two, a dragon and a master of the True Realm, a dragon who can live for an unknown number of years, and a person with a long lifespan of five hundred years to be able to say such a sentence that he only fought fifty years ago.

"Where is so much nonsense, you monk has been expelled from the temple gate, and you have just put down your tongue and bloomed lotus. After speaking, a hint of insolence and evil smile appeared on his face, and he said: "Benlong just can't wait to beat you." ”

I saw Wu Shao raise his head and let out a dragon roar, the red scale armor started from the neck, and gradually spread to the whole body, until it covered the entire body, and a reddish-brown dragon tail was thrown out from behind, and the tail was still burning with flames.

The body is the best weapon of the dragon clan, so no matter who appears this successively, they have never used that gold and iron thing.

Wu Shao, who had already become a dragon man, twisted his neck full of scales, stopped talking nonsense, volleyed his tail, and burst towards the monk.

"Amitabha. At this moment, the monk did not forget to say a Buddha name in his mouth, and then his right hand in front of his chest was clenched into a fist, stuck in front of this dragon tail, and his arms shook to meet it.

The right arm of the green tendons is like a whip, but it does not look like a monk at all, but there is still a word called King Kong in Buddhism, and the mind at this time is the Buddha King Kong.

The flaming dragon's tail and the whip hammer clashed at this moment, and the picture stopped at this moment.

......

In an invisible long road under the deep sea, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was shocked when he heard the old man opposite say what Li Qingqiu had left behind in the Dragon Palace, and under the surprise, there was inevitably some change in his expression.

Xu was seen by the old man: "Boy, do you think that person can leave something in the Dragon Palace, and feel a little surprised?"

However, it was obvious that the old man could not guess the true thoughts of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, so he asked.

Pushing the boat down the river and borrowing the donkey from the slope, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince smiled and nodded: "Yes." ”

"Haha, this is also, no one can believe it, the one who has always taken things from others, treats the Dragon Palace as a back garden, and will forget the treasure in the back garden. The old man said with a smile.

This is also what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is puzzled about, compared to the old man, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knows what the treasure left in this back garden is, which is a secret method to cover up the heavens.

While keeping up with the old man's footsteps, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked, "Uncle, do you know why Daoist Li Qingqiu, who came and went freely back then, is this?"