In Mo Yi's impression, Guangqing is a cute creature, afraid of death, timid and troublesome, and sometimes there will be headless chirps, this time it is unusual, there must be an article in this.

"Hehe, are you going to be my opponent?" the red dragon stretched out a long, sharp finger and pointed at Guangqing. Guangqing shook her head disdainfully, "Chirp!" "Okay, then let the horse come." "The dragon's voice was hollow and vague, with the breath of a reaper.

"Come back, little pear!" Mo Yi dropped the bird's leg in his hand, spread his wings and flew over. Guangqing separated a speed of light from his body, erasing the mark on Mo Yi's face, and Mo Yi fell as soon as he flew up. Guangqing glanced back at Mo Yi, "Chirp!" Mo Yi smiled when he saw it, nodded, patted off the soil on his body, and crossed Erlang's legs to watch the roast bird perform. No matter what, Guangqing is also a divine beast, if he can't beat it, he still runs away, and if he can't run away, it's still Mo Yi, and Mo Yi can't do it, and the two of them can still run together, no matter how you think about it, it's all right.

The dragon swims in the air, like a fish diving in water, writhing there constantly, provoking Guangqing, who is only the size of a palm, and pounces on Guangqing when he sees an opportunity. The yellow light emanating from Guangqing's body was even more dazzling, almost blinding Mo Yi's eyes. When the dragon's claws almost caught Guangqing, Guangqing did not dodge, reached out and grabbed the dragon's claws, shook them and threw them into the clouds. "Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem!" Mo Yi choked on the flesh, and the more he coughed, the louder he became, the five-meter dragon was shaken off by a palm-sized slap from Guangqing, this visual impact was really exciting.

Guangqing chased into the clouds and was about to give the dragon a gorgeous set of combos, but as soon as he entered the clouds, there were constant lightning and thunder in the clouds, and then he saw a black thing flying out, and Mo Yi knew that it was Guangqing at a glance. "Uh-huh!" the dragon roared, rushing out of the clouds, flicking its tail and opening its mouth to bite Guangqing.

Guangqing turned into golden light and flew in the air, and the dragon behind him kept twisting his body, and he was going to catch the light if he died. I saw that Guangqing suddenly stopped, and the golden light scattered and turned into a human form. Mo Yi rubbed his eyes that were flashed, and when he saw the person in front of him, he rubbed it again, indicating that it was incredible. Standing in front of him was a white-haired old man, holding a dust whisk in his hand, wearing a Taoist robe, and stepping on the enchantment. The old way lifted the dust, and the silk on the dust became longer, entangled the dragon. The dragon struggled and roared, only to find that the dust was getting tighter and tighter.

The dragon burned off the dust with a mouthful of flames, smoked the black face of the old man, and took advantage of the old man's eyes, the dragon rose up and grabbed it, leaving five scratches on the old man's chest. Lao Dao was not panicked, he sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, stuck the dust on the two tigers' mouths, his body floated up and down, as if he had the smell of fairy wind bones, and the wounds on his body were also healing rapidly.

Mo Yi was fascinated, his legs were numb after doing it for too long, he drank saliva, changed his posture and continued to watch while eating. This dead old man, little pear, will see later that I don't teach him a lesson. That's right, but Guangqing is really powerful.

In the master duel, victory or defeat is in an instant, and no one will give up a chance to defeat the other party. The dragon soared into the air, and the dragon's claws drew lightning bolts, and flung them towards the old way. At this time, Lao Dao still didn't react, as if it had nothing to do with him. But Mo Yi moved, and the lightning mark on his arm began to faintly emit red light, and a trace of red thunder surrounded his arm, directly sucking in the dragon's yellow thunder and lightning. Mo Yi suddenly felt that his strength had increased a lot, and the green tendons on his left hand began to burst out, slowly disappearing again, digesting the thunder and lightning.

Lao Dao smiled at Mo Yi, waved the dust and spun around his head, waving it in the direction of the dragon. The clouds above the dragon's head spiraled and then coalesced together to form a tornado. If water is the world of fish, then clouds are the world of dragons, and no matter how strong the attack is, it will not cause any harm to it. The dragon hovered in the tornado, and it kept spinning, and it suddenly changed the direction of the wind and blew towards the old way. Lao Dao threw off his robe, put his index finger and middle finger together, pointed at the tornado, snapped his fingers again, and waited until the tornado disappeared, then turned around and raised his eyebrows at Mo Yi. Mo Yi said in his heart: Dead old man, dare to show off to me! The amount of information in this set of actions of the old Dao is not small, first of all, he wants to throw off the Taoist robe to create a kind of immortal momentum, and then he points to Yun Yizhi's eyes are silky, and a snap of his fingers sets off his strong Dao method, and that turn around has to say, what is the meaning! Ha? What is the meaning! Taoism or something is like magic, and all similar things will not be described in detail one by one

It seems that Lao Dao and the dragon are fighting to the death, but in fact, anyone with a discerning eye understands that the dragon is a trick and is teased by Lao Dao. It's also hard for him, a big man who is five meters tall, and he is being messed around by an old man, and it's not cool for anyone to leave him. Of course, dragons aren't the only ones who have this ability, and it's fair to say that the battle has just begun.

Lao Dao wrote a spell with a whisk of dust, and a circle of light appeared in front of him, and four chains of light flew in the circle, locking the dragon's limbs. The dragon turned into a red wind and broke free from its restraints and rushed towards the old road's front door. The old way also turned into golden light, competing with the red wind. For a while, there were two more colors in the pure white clouds, intertwined, and fierce collisions! Mo Yi took a roasted jackdaw and hid it on the stone tablet and ate it, no matter what the two goods looked like, anyway, he didn't have to hurt himself by mistake. As soon as this thought appeared in his heart, the dragon carried the right half of the stele with one paw, and Mo Yi was secretly glad that it was not himself who hit the stele but the stele.

At this time, there are only a few words left on the stele, which is the first half: the cycle of life and death continues. Mo Yi silently recited these words thoughtfully.

At this time, Lao Dao and the dragon were already inseparable. "Capture the dragon array!" Lao Dao drew an enchantment in the air, and several flying dragons flew out of it, fighting with the dragon, and the two fists were invincible with four hands, and the dragon was defeated and firmly locked by the light chain. "Hehe, I lost, dare to ask why you accepted my challenge?" The dragon's voice was still so empty, but it was also mixed with the helplessness of failure. Lao Dao's answer is really staggering: "You are xx called xx Sima Jun, Lao Tzu is called Sima Jun!" This answer made Mo Yi and the dragon cry and laugh, but if you lose, you lose, the dragon clan worships the strong, and whoever can defeat the dragon can dominate the dragon.

At the same time, Mo Yi looked at the stele and laughed, and walked away from the old man, I thought of the way to do it in the past.

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