Mo Luo was fantasizing about the scene of Dragon Emperor Ferry pinching the Yellow Dragon to death and shocking the Hengyuan Continent, suddenly, a powerful force in front of him surged towards him, and he was startled in his heart, and he was busy using his magic power, and his whole body exuded a dazzling light energy, but he was still forced to withdraw far away by this powerful force.

If it weren't for the Golden Holy Dragon Fit's attack at the same time, Moro would have almost been swept away.

Riding on the Golden Holy Dragon Fit, Moro glared angrily: "Who is it?

Since the other party dared to attack him here, Moro couldn't help but speculate about the identity of the other party while being angry in his heart, this place is not far from Dragon Island, generally speaking, even some surrounding island powerhouses would not dare to be so presumptuous.

It's just that when he saw the figure that appeared, he exclaimed, "Huanglong, it's you!"

The yellow dragon rode the Azure Python and appeared from mid-air.

The figures of Borg, Nat and Gusta also appeared from mid-air.

Seeing that it was Huang Long, Mo Luo was stunned for a moment, then laughed, pointed at Huang Long with the big sword in his hand and said, "Huang Long, you don't know whether you live or die, you think that some strength dares to come here?"

"This is around Dragon Island, I didn't expect you to come to death so soon!"

"This is better, His Majesty the Dragon Emperor doesn't need to go to the Hengyuan Continent. ”

Moro looked arrogant and smiled a little hideously.

And his battle pet Golden Holy Dragon Fitt also roared and roared: "Huanglong, I have just sent the dragon sound back to Dragon Island, this time, I see how you can escape?"

"This time, I'm going to tear you apart!"

Huang Long stood there with an indifferent face: "Really?"

This is around Dragon Island, but it is still thousands of miles away from Dragon Island, and Huang Long has already laid a heavenly and earthly array around it before he appeared, isolating the sea area within a radius of dozens of miles from the outside, Huang Long is not worried about alarming Dragon Island.

Don't talk about the sound, not even a single mosquito can enter.

The invisible qi wall of the Heavenly Shattering Array had already reverberated the dragon sound that Fei Te had just transmitted, and Huang Long knew it.

Moro and Nafit thought that Huang Long would then show a panicked look and pondered how to escape, but they still looked calm and didn't care.

Could it be that this Yellow Dragon is really so proud that he is not afraid that the Dragon Dragon Emperor and the elders of Dragon Island will come? He is really arrogant to this extent? Mo Luo thought to himself.

However, the more this Huang Long was like this, the happier he became.

He was worried that Huang Long would flee before, and he and the war pet Fett could not stop him, but now, the worries are gone.

This Yellow Dragon is so arrogant! Haha! Moro had a smile on his face.

Young people, it's no wonder that they are younger and more vigorous.

He also knew by now that Huang Long was only fifteen years old.

Fifteen years old, unfortunately, this time he will be buried in the Endless Sea, which will become the graveyard of a peerless genius that is rare in 10,000 years.

"I don't know how thick the sky is!" Moro looked at Huang Long and sneered.

"Fight quickly!" Huang Long's eyes flashed with coldness, and then he flew up, and in his flash, he came to Moro and the golden holy dragon Fit, and hugged him in the void.

Five-yuan dragon holding technique!

Moro and Fett were shocked when they saw Huang Long's sudden attack with lightning speed, and before they could react, they were suddenly lifted upside down by the reversal power of the surrounding space like a residual leaf in a huge wave.

Then, the yellow dragon dodged again, came to Moro, and waved his hands.

Invisible sword energy!

At this time, Borg, who had received the order of the Yellow Dragon, and the Azure Python also flew in front of the Golden Holy Dragon Fit, and both of them struck with all their strength, in order to destroy the other party with one blow.

Mo Luo was reversed by Huang Long and flew out, dizzy, unable to tell whether it was heaven or earth, right here, he suddenly felt countless fierce sword qi attacking him.

Moro was shocked in his heart, feeling the threat of death, he shouted angrily, and waved the big sword in his hand.

"Radiant!"

I saw bursts of dazzling white light rolling around Moro.

The white light instantly scattered out in all directions.

The speed of light, the endless flow of water.

This force has poured out, and it is not small.

At the beginning, Moro used this move to cooperate with his war pet Golden Holy Dragon Fit's tornado to resist the Yellow Dragon's Great Yan Extinction Sword Formation.

In an instant, the formless sword qi collided with it.

The sound of countless sword qi hitting was constantly coming.

High above the sea, I saw countless sparks of air currents.

These air currents, like lit fireworks, keep coming out.

It's just that this time, the Golden Holy Dragon Fit didn't cooperate with the attack, so the power of Moro's blow was still weakened a lot, and after a burst of impact, the invisible sword qi passed through the space and still shot in.

Moro was frightened, and was about to panic again, when Huang Long's attack hit again.

"Reincarnation Cutting Technique!"

The white light around the Yellow Dragon was abundant, one by one, covering all directions, and then, constantly cutting, the space cracked inch by inch, and under Moro's horrified eyes, the space was like being cut into thin slices one by one.

The footsteps of the Grim Reaper are approaching.

As soon as Moro raised his sword, the cut space passed through his body, and behind Moro's back, the space continued to crumble.

Scream!

Blood continued to spill from the corners of Moro's mouth, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his body.

At this moment, the light energy that had been protecting his body stopped fluctuating.

The hand in which he raised his great sword also stopped in the air.

Everything seems to have stopped.

Moro tried hard to remember something, but his mind seemed to stop.

Moloch fell, falling from a great height.

As he fell, he saw Huang Long, who was standing high in the air, looking at him coldly, and a flame came out of the other party's finger, and then, the flame flew down, melting the Moro bag into it.

The moment the flames melted, Moro felt a warmth all over his body, and then, along with his great sword, everything turned to ashes, and the sea breeze blew through, blowing it away, and floating on the surface of the sea.

Watching the other party turn to ashes under the true fire of Samadhi, Huang Long turned his head and looked at the battle on Borg's side.

The Golden Holy Dragon Fitt heard his partner Moro screaming, and then, seeing Moro being turned into ashes by the Yellow Dragon, he couldn't help but roar in grief: "Moro!"

The sound is like a cuckoo crying blood.

Mo Luo, who has been with him for more than 800 years, for more than 800 years, the two of them are also teachers and friends, studying the laws together, cultivating together, guarding the Dragon Empire together, and working side by side for I don't know how many times.

Laughing and talking about the world, it has stood proudly in the Hengyuan Continent for more than 800 years.

Now, it turned into a cloud of ashes.

Roar! Under the attack of the Borg and Azure Python Bull, the Golden Holy Dragon Fett, who was forced to retreat, roared angrily, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

This is not much different from the madness of the three Beamon Behemoths in the first place.

After the eyes of the Golden Holy Dragon Fitt turned bloody, I saw a series of changes in his body.

First of all, there were the dragon scales that covered his body, and among the golden dragon scales, as his dragon body continued to shrink, his dragon horns also grew and expanded, shining with golden light and flickering with cold light.

Eventually, Fit's four claws became several times longer and thicker.

"Be careful, this is the dragon's natural stunt, Dragon Fury!"

Dragon Fury, cast out, some like the giant beast Beamon madness, can improve their own strength, just use this stunt, consume the natal essence blood, and may not even be able to advance in the future.

Under normal circumstances, dragons would not use this stunt.

It's just that Morro's death completely stimulated Fit's furious and murderous intentions.

Fett's momentum continued to rise, and the violent air currents swept away, and the sea surface hundreds of meters below was much more pressing.

In the blink of an eye, Fett's strength increased from the middle rank of the Sanctuary to the high level of the Sanctuary.

Due to his dragon body advantage, the high-level strength of the Sanctuary Fite is much stronger than the high-level Moro of the same Sanctuary, and even a little higher than the high-level Bimeng Behemoth of the Sanctuary that Nazhen of the Ailan family sat down at the beginning.

"I'm going to kill you!" Fit looked crazy, let out a wild groan, flashed, and instantly came to the top of the yellow dragon's head, and the four claws slapped down, so fast that even Borg and the others couldn't see clearly.

Fett's four claws were slapped, each weighing like a mountain.

The four mountains were pressed to the top, and the spatial airflow compressed, as if it was about to crush Huanglong into foam.

When Huang Long saw it, he sneered, and with a thought, the five-square flag flashed out, protecting the space around his body, and instantly conjured out of the dragon body, not retreating, but advancing, flying forward, drinking in a deep voice, and pushing with both palms.

Flames, purple thunder, swords, constantly swallowing.

Samadhi is really hot!

Taiyi God Thunder!

Extinct Sword Qi!

Fusion of several Dao magic powers, a strong blow, directly with Fett.

Boom, boom! A loud bang came from high in the sky like thunder, and the air waves rolled out, and Borg, Nat, and Gustamo retreated without changing color.

A dragon roared, under the startled eyes of Borg, Nat, and Gusta, Fett flew out upside down, and among the constricted dragon scales all over his body, the dragon blood continued to seep out, and the dragon blood was stained with golden dragon scales, and the whole looked like a blood dragon, and the yellow dragon was also shocked and retreated, and went straight to hundreds of zhang before he stabilized his body.

"Void Enchantment!"

After Huang Long's body was stabilized, he used the innate true element in his body with all his strength, and pinched out a strange magic trick with both hands, only to see the space fluctuate strangely, and then, Fit, who was seriously injured and flew out, found that the surrounding spatial airflow seemed to be instantly withdrawn, and there was nothingness.

Finally, the space freezes.

Fett froze there.

He was horrified to find that he couldn't move for half a minute, no matter how much he struggled.

What is this? The Absolute Spatial Realm of the Divine Domain Powerhouse? Impossible!

Fett was terrified.

After casting the "Void Enchantment" to freeze the other party, Huang Long's eyes froze, and a mysterious energy flashed out, and this energy instantly entered Fit's mind, and Fit only felt his body stunned, and his mind was blank.

Soul Search!

"Ancient Dragon God Graveyard?!" Originally, Huang Long just wanted to know the dragon clan's plan to deal with him, but he didn't expect to get this unexpected surprise.

At the end of the soul searching technique, Huang Long flew up, and a thunder knife of hundreds of zhang in his hand condensed and slashed down.

Purple Thunder Heavenly Sword!

The dragon's blood splashed in the sky, and Fett's huge dragon head flew into the sky.

At this moment, thousands of miles away, countless dragon chants sounded on Dragon Island, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Fit's death finally alarmed Dragon Island.

"Let's go!" Huang Long sacrificed the Five Prison Gods Ding, collected Fett's body, and said.

(To be continued)