On the other side, limestone formations.

The gray-haired and dirty Yang Dragon hid in the shadow of a limestone horse, looking up at the black dragon that was spewing fireballs more than a hundred meters away, constantly destroying the limestone pillars.

Less than half an hour had passed, and the original limestone swarm had been extensively destroyed again, and now there was less than two-fifths of the complete rock pillar that Yang Long was hiding.

The young dragons, who had been bombarding for a while, did not show any fatigue at all, and it seemed that even if they insisted on destroying for a few more hours, there would be no problems.

According to the current trend, it will only take less than an hour for the area that can hide in the limestone group to be flattened by these young dragons.

Rather than fall into the predicament of passive combat at that time, it is better to launch a planned attack on the enemy while the timing of the battle is still in your own hands.

"We can't wait any longer!" Yang Long's eyes flickered for a moment, and after weighing it, he finally made the decision to take the initiative.

Swiftly walking out of the hiding place, Yang Long first looked around, and then cautiously and dexterously, ran towards the area bombed by the dragon in the distance.

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Large chunks of fragmented stone and sand, accompanied by a series of falling fireballs, exploded and were swept up by the hot air generated by the explosion, forming a large cloud of dust and mist that permeated the limestone group.

The black dragon instigators hovered above the dust mist, maintaining a safe altitude of twenty meters above the ground, systematically destroying the limestone pillars below.

Filmore, on the other hand, hovered to the side. More than 100 meters away from the young dragons, while the huge pupils of the brave and fierce eyes scanned downward, and at the same time, they used harsh curses to stimulate the enemies who were hiding.

"What a pathetic! Filmer let out a loud laugh, his voice full of smugness and disdain: "You're like a mouse, forever hidden?"

Filmore suddenly stopped laughing, as if he had noticed something, and looked his head towards the dragon's place, a slight chill in his huge pupils.

Almost at the same time, the dust and mist rose from below the young dragon. Suddenly, a fist-sized puck shot out. As it flew towards the direction where the young dragons were concentrated, it continued to expand.

In just two seconds, the puck was as small as the rook and flew into the center of the dragon's assembly area. Finally, I couldn't stand the internal pressure. It exploded in all directions.

Pound!

The scattered ice chips were extremely sharp. Although the young dragons dodged towards the outer edge, their bodies that were more than ten meters long still caused them terrible damage.

Especially the three juvenile dragons in the inner circle. Half of their entire bodies were pierced by ice chips, which instantly drained their power and fell limply towards the ground below, as if death was not far from them.

The other five young dragons on the periphery were also more or less wounded, and scattered in panic, unable to bother destroying the limestone wall below.

Roar!

Seeing that his fellow clan had been hit hard, Filmer let out a roar of rage, and reflexively flew towards the gathering place of the young dragons, but after flying fifty or sixty meters, he came to his senses and hovered sharply in the air.

Unfortunately, it was too late to realize that something was wrong, and the area where Filmer was now located was at the edge of the smoke, less than thirty meters from the limestone wall.

At the moment it stopped, a sturdy figure suddenly shot out from the limestone group covered by dust and mist below, heading towards Filmer's huge body.

It was Yang Long, who was holding a two-handed sword and killing with a chill on his face!

Using the Ice Explosion Technique to kill and injure the young dragon was just to lure Filmore out of the area where it was not easy to attack and come to a location where there was dust and mist to hide, so that Yang Long could attack and kill.

From the very beginning, the target that Yang Long wanted to kill was not a young dragon who didn't have many threats, but a black young dragon Filmore!

"Cunning human!" Filmer roared, flapping his wings desperately as he tried to rise into the air to dodge, lowering his head and biting Yang Long with a huge dragon kiss.

However, with mental arithmetic or unintentional, Filmo's improvisation naturally had no way to threaten Yang Long, and when its dragon kiss was still dozens of meters away from Yang Long, Yang Long had already approached Filmore's lower abdomen area.

"Hey!" Looking at Filmer, who was close at hand, Yang Long first raised his hand and shot five qi qi at Filmer's huge eyes, and then held the big sword tightly with both hands, stabbing at the abdomen of the black young dragon with an indomitable momentum.

Filmer's body length is ** ten meters, and intuitively speaking, it is the size of a civil airliner, and the dragon scale area of each piece has reached the size of a square table.

The five thigh-thick energies are undoubtedly very effective offensive if used against humans, but when they are used on Filmore, it is as ridiculous as stabbing a with five toothpicks.

The momentum of the first to come, with a whirring sound that tore through the air, shot rapidly towards Filmer's left eye, and the black young dragon, who was caught off guard by Yang Long's hand, hurriedly tilted his head, trying to dodge but still a step too slow.

Seeing that the strength was about to pierce into his eyes, Filmore could only close his eyes tightly when he could not avoid it, hoping that the eyelids covered with dragon scales would be able to block Yang Long's attack.

Phew!

The incomparably powerful qi slammed into Filmore's left eye area, and three qi forces hit the scales near the eye socket, and after piercing a hole in the black dragon scales, it dissipated into the air unwillingly.

The other two qi forces hit Filmore's eyelids head-on, and after a slight pause, they pierced through the thin layer of scale armor on the eyelids, stirring the left eye into a mass of thin crystals.

Oh!

Filmer, who had been hit hard, roared in pain, his huge body writhed, and bright yellow fireworks suddenly appeared in the cracks of the dragon scales.

These fireworks did not spread, but piled up tightly against the dragon scales, and in the blink of an eye, they piled up a thickness of more than a meter high, as if a bright yellow film had been coated on the black young dragon.

At this time, Yang Long, who was holding a two-handed sword, just hit Filmer's abdomen, and when he saw this layer of fireworks that suddenly appeared, he also felt the scorching breath coming from the fireworks.

A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and Yang Long slammed into it with his sword

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