The arrival of the "Nine Sons of the Dragon" not only did not make Yu You feel gratified, but made him a little annoyed. Lan You is the master of the dragon clan, and he is the master of the masters, plus he is the younger brother of Lu Li, the identity of the younger brother of the clan emperor, which makes Lan You even more proud. Now, the "Nine Sons of the Dragon" actually rushed to help, and Yu You naturally felt a little unbearable on his face.

Mo Ran also saw the embarrassment of You, and added more oil and vinegar, and fell into the well: "Why, it seems that you also feel the power of Lao Tzu, and you know that you are not an opponent, so you invited so many ......"

"When did I need the help of others?" "The nine of you listen to me, I will fight a fair duel with Moran, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to do it." ”

The nine sons of the dragon were silent, standing behind the mantis, fully vigilant, afraid that the ink dye would make a move at any time.

No matter how serious the face thinking of the mantis is, it is still gratifying to have at least nine such sons.

Mo Ran saw that Jiuzi was waiting for him, but the corners of his mouth showed a sneer. Mo Ran thrust the dark broadsword on his shoulder into the ground, and said in a strong mocking tone: "My dragon clan can be said to be a natural royal family, how can there be more mongrels of these nine dragons and beasts? It's okay for you to go up together, I'm just going to help you clean up the portal for that kid. ”

Whoever calls Jiuzi a "mongrel" will anger Jiuzi, and Mo Zhan obviously knows this, and before he finished speaking, Jiuzi has already moved.

Jiuzi's movements were so fast, and he didn't have time to stop it, so he had already surrounded the ink dye in an instant. The process was so fast that even Mo Dye was taken aback, and immediately raised the black knife in his hand and placed it across his chest.

The swiftness of the Nine Sons' actions has exceeded Ink Dye's expectations.

Seeing that the battle was about to break out, Yu You hurriedly spoke out to stop it: "Listen to Jiuzi, this battle should have been ......"

It's late, it's too late, Jiuzi is already annoyed and angry, where can he listen to half a sentence. Before the words of the cockroach were spoken, Jiuzi had already made a move.

A piercing sound suddenly sounded, like the sound of metal rubbing, and also like the neighing of some kind of beast's throat, looking at Jiuzi, around the ink-dyed Jiuzi, it had begun to spin rapidly.

"What kind of move is this?" Mo Ran, who was under the siege of the Nine Sons, looked at the figure of the Nine Sons spinning wildly, and asked with some doubts, "This move, I'm afraid it doesn't belong to the Dragon Clan or the Demon Clan, right?"

The thunder on this side didn't pay attention to the golden scales beside him at all, and all the attention was on the nine sons of the dragon.

This move, of course, is the "Kowloon Opera", which may surpass the Kowloon Opera of the "Holy Order".

On that day in the deserted city, the nine sons regarded the jade as Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, and worked together to use the "Nine Dragons Opera" to kill the jade. You immediately used the "Smart Screen" to protect the Jade Cut, and risked his life to perform the high-level "Great Escape Technique" to save the Jade from the attack of the "Nine Dragons Opera".

Looking back now, at that time, to save people from the "Nine Dragons Opera", there was the protection of the "Smart Screen", which is known as the strongest defense in the world, the support of the "Stop Worry", and most importantly, the call of the ancestor of the Zhijia family, Zhiwu, in the distance.

The degree of difficulty is self-evident, and the power of "Kowloon Opera" should not be underestimated - can ink dyeing carry it?

The piercing sound is getting louder and louder, and then look at the nine sons of the dragon, the "Nine Dragons Opera" has obviously reached a critical moment, the nine dragons are spinning to the extent that they are indistinguishable to the naked eye, and the rotating encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and the encirclement of the "Nine Dragons Opera" has been reduced to the extent that it can only accommodate one person, just like a high-speed rotating gear, to grind the ink in the center into powder.

That's where this trick comes in. In the deserted city that day, the thunderfall was witnessed with my own eyes. The attack method of "Nine Dragon Opera" has the same as that of Lihuoyuan's "Yiyin": first, it surrounds the opponent on a large scale, and then gradually shrinks, and all the attacks are finally reduced to a point of strength, completely destroying the opponent. It's just that this "Nine Dragons Opera" is launched by nine monsters that are not like dragons and beasts are not like beasts, and the power is naturally terrifying.

Chopping Jade has already gone away with the group of worries and Yuan beasts, and now the people standing on this platform are deeply attracted by Jiuzi's move. Lei Luo, Yan You, Feng Yan, Golden Scales, and Qiu Zhi, the five people forgot to do it, and looked at the "Nine Dragons Opera" intently, each thinking about it.

Ink-stained's face became more solemn. Seeing that the encirclement of the "Nine Dragons Opera" was shrinking smaller and smaller, Mo Ran decided not to fight hard, gritted his teeth, and jumped out into the air.

Mo Dye may have sensed the power of the destruction of this "Nine Dragons Opera", and chose to dodge.

This is also human nature. Although ink dyeing is an immortal master, in the face of unknown dangers, it is better to avoid hard encounters. In the face of the nine sons of the dragon, after all, two fists are invincible to four hands.

The speed at which the ink dye soared into the air was staggeringly fast. However, Lei Luo still sighed, looked at the figure of Mo Dye in the sky, and naturally said to himself: "How can you hide?"

"Nine Dragons Opera", if you don't grind the target into powder, you will never stop, and the ink dyeing will naturally not be avoided.

As soon as the ink dye soared into the air, he thought that he was out of the power range of the nine sons, but unexpectedly, in an instant, he was almost like a shadow, and the figure of the nine sons swirling wildly surrounded the ink dye again.

Mo Dye still didn't give up, his body quickly downloaded, and he returned to the ground again - there was no suspense, and the nine sons were still with him.

This back and forth, Jiuzi's rotating body was about to touch the ink dye. Mo Dye could already clearly feel the chill brought by the rotation of the nine sons.

Could it be that the ink dyeing is so defeated?

Jin Liang suddenly glanced at Lei Luo and said, "Boy, do you know how the big knife in Mo Ran's hand came from?"

Lei Luo didn't have time to think about it, let alone answer, but he saw that Mo Ran had folded his hands together, held the handle of the big knife, and lifted the tip of the knife downward.

"Lao Tzu didn't do anything, do you really take yourself seriously?" Mo Ran roared arrogantly, "See how powerful Lao Tzu's 'Broken Wave Blade' is." ”

As he spoke, Mo Ran slammed the big knife he lifted into the ground.

This insertion, the big knife called the "Broken Wave Blade" by the ink dye, suddenly appeared countless clones, in a circular shape, enveloping the ink dye.

Lei Luo nervously clenched his fists, his palms covered with sweat. You was even more nervous, staring intently at everything in front of him, and his hands trembled slightly. Although Feng Yan has an opinion on the "Nine Sons of the Dragon", after all, he is the child of his sweetheart, so he can't help but worry about it. And Golden Scale, completely attracted by this peerless scene, forgot that he was here to deal with Thunderfall.

The only difference is the branches.

In its current form, the tree is not like a man, the tree is not like a tree, and there are still a few long roots on its dead wood-like face. Watching the ink-dyed "Broken Wave Blade" release so many clones, Qiu Zhi's gloomy voice faintly came out: "It seems that this is a lose-lose situation." ”

None of them had the world to think about the meaning of Qiu Zhi's words, because the "Nine Dragons Opera" had collided with the "Broken Wave Blade". Jiuzi was originally nine people, and at this time, the speed of their rotation was so fast that it seemed that there was only one figure. And the "Broken Wave Blade" has almost become an airtight wall, tightly wrapping the ink dye.

The sound of the impact can kill people. The piercing sharp friction was like thousands of sharp blades striking the hard granite at the same time, and it made people's scalps tingle when they heard it. Everyone watching the battle is a first-class master, and they can't help it, and they have a general reflex to cover their ears with their hands.

As soon as the ink dye soared into the air, he thought that he was out of the power range of the nine sons, but unexpectedly, in an instant, he was almost like a shadow, and the figure of the nine sons swirling wildly surrounded the ink dye again.

Mo Dye still didn't give up, his body quickly downloaded, and he returned to the ground again - there was no suspense, and the nine sons were still with him.

This back and forth, Jiuzi's rotating body was about to touch the ink dye. Mo Dye could already clearly feel the chill brought by the rotation of the nine sons.

Could it be that the ink dyeing is so defeated?

Jin Liang suddenly glanced at Lei Luo and said, "Boy, do you know how the big knife in Mo Ran's hand came from?"

Lei Luo didn't have time to think about it, let alone answer, but he saw that Mo Ran had folded his hands together, held the handle of the big knife, and lifted the tip of the knife downward.

"Lao Tzu didn't do anything, do you really take yourself seriously?" Mo Ran roared arrogantly, "See how powerful Lao Tzu's 'Broken Wave Blade' is." ”

As he spoke, Mo Ran slammed the big knife he lifted into the ground.

This insertion, the big knife called the "Broken Wave Blade" by the ink dye, suddenly appeared countless clones, in a circular shape, enveloping the ink dye.

Lei Luo nervously clenched his fists, his palms covered with sweat. You was even more nervous, staring intently at everything in front of him, and his hands trembled slightly. Although Feng Yan has an opinion on the "Nine Sons of the Dragon", after all, he is the child of his sweetheart, so he can't help but worry about it. And Golden Scale, completely attracted by this peerless scene, forgot that he was here to deal with Thunderfall.

The only difference is the branches.

In its current form, the tree is not like a man, the tree is not like a tree, and there are still a few long roots on its dead wood-like face. Watching the ink-dyed "Broken Wave Blade" release so many clones, Qiu Zhi's gloomy voice faintly came out: "It seems that this is a lose-lose situation." ”

None of them had the world to think about the meaning of Qiu Zhi's words, because the "Nine Dragons Opera" had collided with the "Broken Wave Blade". Jiuzi was originally nine people, and at this time, the speed of their rotation was so fast that it seemed that there was only one figure. And the "Broken Wave Blade" has almost become an airtight wall, tightly wrapping the ink dye.

The sound of the impact can kill people. The piercing sharp friction was like thousands of sharp blades striking the hard granite at the same time, and it made people's scalps tingle when they heard it. Everyone watching the battle is a first-class master, and they can't help it, and they have a general reflex to cover their ears with their hands.