The purple dragon under the form of the demon dragon man became more and more confident in himself, his hands were folded around his chest, his cold eyes looked directly at Wu Liang, waiting for Wu Liang to recover to his peak, looking down on Wu Liang from the perspective of a god, convinced that as long as he wanted, he could instantly wipe out the pathetic mortal in front of him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wu Liang smiled, the purple dragon in the state of the demon dragon man was actually two or three points similar to the state in which Lan Jiechen usually fought with them, the purple dragon at this moment was quite strange in the eyes of everyone, but Wu Liang still couldn't help it, they didn't see Lan Jiechen's true dragon man state.

Wu Liang's laughter did not anger Zilong, at this time, Zilong was calm and terrifying, and his crazy aura was restrained, but it was even more penetrating, and the dragon power that was like nothing made the demonic beast with a low realm couldn't help but tremble on the ground.

In the face of humanoid beasts, Wu Liang is experienced, and he is still the same starting style, still the skill of Fulong, still calm, waiting for Zilong's rainstorm offensive.

Take a deep breath, slowly close your eyes, exhale turbidity, and enter a mysterious state - Yu Ming!

At this moment, Wu Liang seems to be a great mountain, majestic, promoted, obviously seems to be an ordinary cultivator, but he gives people such a heavenly might, and he can't kick people anymore.

Patience has never been a good quality possessed by a purple dragon, let alone facing a grasshopper who wants to shake a tree.

I saw Zilong snort coldly, raised his hand, and the palm wind was like a tide, and he crushed it strongly with the momentum of swallowing the sky and the earth. The earth trembled violently, and the protective shield of the Frontier Battlefield was hastily built after all, and after a terrible humming sound, the protective shield was shattered.

Wu Liang was as immobile as a mountain, like a reef deep in the earth, let the wind and waves beat mercilessly, and the raging power did no harm to him.

I saw that Wu Liang's figure suddenly loomed, and when everyone reacted, he had already faced the wind and waves, approaching the purple dragon, and his hands became claws, pointing directly at the flaws of the purple dragon.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

Like the fierce collision between the spear and the shield, the ten scratches, the starlight is shining, like the ten Milky Way blooming on the purple dragon's body.

Zilong sneered, "That's what you can do?", the words fell to counter Wu Liang, a pain of scraping bones and tearing his heart came instantly, and before he could react, Wu Liang's palms were deeply imprinted into his chest.

Zilong's feet were deeply rooted in the earth, and he was pushed back hundreds of meters by Wu Liang, leaving a ditch, the pain was slightly reduced, Zilong snorted coldly, and the terrifying tyrannical power instantly shook Wu Liang away, bullied up, and hit Wu Liang's mouth with a huge fist.

Wu Liang flew upside down like a cannonball, smashing the protective shield that had just been restored, and a rapid roar sounded, but after a while, the protective shield was shattered again, and Wu Liang's momentum was unabated, and he smashed on a boulder ten miles away.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the boulder exploded in response, and the earth shook and shook the sky.

In the big pit, Wu Liang was paralyzed like mud, his hair was scattered, his face was pale, his seven holes were bleeding, and his clothes were ragged and embarrassed.

Zilong instantly went to the edge of the pit and looked down at Wu Liang, his face was indifferent, and his eyes were calm.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Wu Liang still had his eyes closed, but he could keenly feel that the enemy was coming, and it was inevitable that he would be a little anxious, coughing again and again, and vomiting blood.

Zilong was not sarcastic about Wu Liang's lowliness and humility, and after saying a sentence or two at random, he felt tasteless, stretched out his index finger, and a black light shot out, piercing through the heart of Wu Liang's eyebrows, and the finger-sized hole did not flow blood, as deep as a cosmic black hole.

Lan Jiechen's pupils constricted, his palms sweated, his face became solemn, his eyes were full of anticipation, and although they were silent, their anxious expressions could no longer be hidden.

Lan Jiechen and they felt that they were quite out of shape, but in the eyes of everyone, Lan Jiechen and they didn't seem to be in a hurry, where is this gaffe, this is simply too calm.

Where do they get their self-confidence?

The Great Demon Venerables who were lurking among the crowd were puzzled in their hearts, then Wu Liang was afraid that he was not far from death, why did Lan Jiechen and them have no intention of rescuing?

Zilong was keenly aware that Wu Liang's soul fire was rapidly dimming and crumbling, and he already had an answer in his heart, but he was afraid that the immortal would not be able to save Wu Liang.

"Grasshopper. Zilong said disdainfully.

The words fell, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was extremely indifferent, turned around and strode away.

"Ahh

The two daughters, Blood Phoenix and Seresa, exclaimed in surprise, grabbing Lan Jiechen and Reverse Shui Han's arms with both hands, as if their best friend had died, I am afraid that the two girls have now entered the play too deeply.

Lan Juechen and their feet were rooted, they didn't move half a step from beginning to end, their faces were terrifyingly heavy, Lan Juechen's eyes flickered, and their faces were a complex canvas of anxiety and expectation, and so did them.

Bet!

They're all gambling, but only they know what they're betting on.

Lan Jiechen took a deep breath, opened his mouth, the sun was shining, and said with a light smile: "It's here." ”

"Death, what a glamorous breath. Broken Waves reveled in intoxication.

"Death is like the wind. Liang Huayu was ecstatic.

"The show begins. A hint of surprise flashed on Reverse Water's cold face.

The four humans and beasts looked at each other, and the joy in their hearts was on the table.

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind swept by, like the spring breeze, as if returning to the mother's embrace. However, this gust of wind also blew out the fire of Wu Liang's soul, and the lights were extinguished.

Lan Jiechen had already closed his eyes, as if he was listening, and said softly: "The ancient sacrifice actually has such a beautiful melody. ”

"Pretending to be a ghost. The distance was very far, and Zilong could still hear their conversation clearly.

Suddenly!

Wu Liang's corpse bounced up, his body was blue and white, and his face was weird, like an immortal thing that was not tolerated by the Three Realms, and his body was full of a strange aura, like a human being and not a human being, neither dead nor alive.

The fire of the soul was ignited, but it was no longer blood-red and gorgeous, but blue and deep.

Everyone was in an uproar, there was such a strange thing happening, the soul fire was extinguished and could be rekindled, and the color had also changed, which violated common sense and was not within the scope of cognition.

The blood phoenix fruit is very human, and she has been inherited by the ancient ancestors, and an incredible word emerges in the fallout.

"Ghost Fire!"

The blood phoenix suddenly understood, why Lan Juechen and them were so calm, the ghost fire was unique, only the reincarnation of a forbidden character could only have it, it stands to reason that the blood phoenix and their clan could not access this level, but a blood elf ancestor had a relationship with this forbidden figure.

Blood Phoenix didn't make a big fuss, she buried the shock in her heart, this taboo couldn't be touched.

God has eyes, not just words.

The fire of the soul was rekindled, the soul was full again, the heart was beating strongly, the blood was rushing in the blood, the blood was burning, and the blue flame never spewed out from a pore.

Wu Liang floated in the air, his eyes were closed, his long hair was fluttering, the snakes were dancing wildly, the ghostly light flashed between the hairs, his left foot contracted and hung in the air, the tip of his right foot touched the edge of the pit, and his right palm was spread out, stretched out gently, making a gesture of invitation.

"Please. Wu Liang said lightly.

It seems that the nine shadows echo, so close, but so far away, the aftermath lingers.

The strangeness of Wu Liang's starting style was something Zilong had never seen before, the surface was disdainful, but the heartstrings were already tense, and the seeds of uneasiness had been planted at the moment of Wu Liang's resurrection.

I saw that the purple dragon's face was cold, and he didn't talk nonsense, and he had instantly arrived in front of Wu Liang, and his leg whip was as sharp as a blade, cutting Wu Liang's neck horizontally.

Wu Liang was not afraid of danger, his ears moved slightly, and his palm turned into a crested crested to peck at the weakness of the leg whip, everything was just a breath, Zilong was shocked at how Wu Liang could find his weakness, but he couldn't stop it.

As everyone thought, "Dang!" sounded, the crested head pecked out a galaxy, and the leg whip was shining brightly, complementing each other.

The power was weakened by fifty percent, and the attack of the leg whip was still unabated, and Zilong firmly believed that this blow was enough to make Wu Liang deeply feel the pain.

How could Wu Liang not know, only to see the crested head turned into a dragon's claw, he actually grabbed the purple dragon's calf, clicked, Wu Liang's terrifying pure power pinched and exploded the purple dragon's calf, attacked and deflated, lost its momentum, and its strength dissipated.

The calves were shriveled, the bones were shattered, and the dragon's claws threw the purple dragon away. The purple dragon flew in the air, the shriveled calf swelled like a blast, and after the click, the calf returned to its original state, and its complexion looked a little dignified compared to before.

The purple dragon was suspended in the air, his eyes flashed, Wu Liang was flawed in his eyes, but he was invulnerable, he had been tempted to return before, stinging his heart as a dragon, not to mention that his cultivation at this time was a small realm higher than Wu Liang.

The Demon Dragon Man's defense was a few points weaker than the ancestral body, but it was much stronger than Wu Liang's body, but Wu Liang pinched his calf, broke his cognition, and shocked his habitual thinking.

It can be seen that Wu Liang's seven holes are bleeding, his right hand is trembling, but the corners of Zilong's mouth are Yang, revealing a faint smile, he seems to be more embarrassed than Wu Liang in the previous temptation, but in fact, Wu Liang is more seriously injured than him.

He didn't realize that from beginning to end, Wu Liang was half a point away from the place, and it was up to him to decide which one was stronger and which was weaker.

No one in the audience made a sound, and the seemingly ordinary collision seemed to be more exciting than any duel, and the simple attack seemed so thrilling.

Who is this unknown demon boy?

Where did you learn from?

......

With complicated feelings, they waited for Zilong and Wu Liang to collide again.

Zilong did not let everyone wait for a long time, the figure flickered, and the next second collided with Wu Liang again, Wu Liang was not in a hurry, drawing an arc with one hand, and using Tai Chi with one hand.

The tsunami-like offensive of the purple dragon was defused by Wu Liang one by one, and a burst of exclamations came, and the purple dragon was thrown away by a soft force. The body was bound by strength, and he was stuck in the swamp, unable to break free for a while, and saw himself being thrown into a mud ditch, and he was in a mess.

Wu Liang smiled faintly, his hands were behind his back, one foot was independent, his long hair was dancing in the wind, although his clothes were ragged, he had a sense of fairy wind. People are right in front of them, but they feel so far away, high up and unapproachable.

Zilong couldn't see through Wu Liang's body, Wu Liang was a stickman in his eyes, his whole body was dark, like the abyss passage, he couldn't see through or guess, causing an instinctive fear of the unknown in people's hearts.

Silently reciting the Heart Sutra, the dragon chanted for a while, dispelling the fear in his heart, and he already had an idea in his heart. The body moved with his heart, his figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, one hundred and eight doppelgangers surrounded Wu Liang in a array.

With an incalculable consumption, one hundred and eighty clones were conjured, and the power of each clone was exactly the same as the main body, and the harmony between the spirit and the body was very mysterious, which was a profound technique.

This is the best plan in Zilong's heart.

There was not too much nonsense, the hundred and eight doppelgangers flickered one after another, Wu Liang "danced with his hands", there were no brilliant spells, only the dragon groaned, and the earth roared.

"How long can Wu Liang hold out?"

"The fallen little prince once held out for a quarter of an hour, although it was a draw in the end, but unfortunately the biggest shortcoming of Zilong's move was the lack of stamina. ”

"If Wu Liang can insist, Zilong will naturally retreat. ”

"The purple dragon cultivation is a small realm higher than Wu Liang, Wu Liang is facing one hundred and eighty purple dragons, and if he wants to hold on for a quarter of an hour, this is not easy. ”

“......”

While everyone was discussing, time passed minute by minute, and a quarter of an hour passed quickly, attacking and defending, and the power of the two was still undiminished. The most shocking thing is Wu Liang, who still resists the enemy with one hand and one foot, calmly, and does not advance in the face of Zilong's fierce attack.

Zilong was uncomfortable, the physical damage was not great, but the mental trauma was incalculable. Wu Liang is like a great mountain, no matter the storm, lightning and thunder, he can't shake him for half a point.

"Drink!"

Zilong gritted his teeth and shouted, his whole body was full of black flames, burning so that time and space were distorted, and his combat power was extremely sublimated.

Suddenly!

The doppelgangers are all moving, the heavens and the earth are moving, the sky is curved, and the earth is ridged.

Suddenly, as if the world had been withdrawn, the roar of heaven and earth shook the ears, and the dead silence of the environment was contrasted.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and it shook the sky.

A black mushroom cloud rushed into the sky, dusty, covering the sky and the sun, surging, stretching for dozens of miles.

Everyone couldn't wait to look directly at the center through the dusty waves, only to see that Wu Liang and Zilong were in a pit hundreds of meters deep, the two fists were facing each other, and Wu Liang had to defend the enemy with both hands and feet.

In the big pit, the knife wind howled, like the prototype of a tornado, and at the edge of the continuous devouring, the boulders in the soil were rolled up, turning into dust in the blink of an eye, and blending into the long dust waves.

"Whoa......"

Zilong couldn't hold back any longer, his whole body was bruised, he roared violently, the dragon groaned, and the full power surged all over his body, trying to crush Wu Liang, a grasshopper who was not self-sufficient.

Wu Liang snorted, his spirit was damaged, his ears were bleeding, and the dragon chant almost didn't shake Wu Liang's soul away, however, Wu Liang's face still did not change, his eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth rose, and he suddenly sneered, and a chilling qi erupted, wanting to counter Zilong.

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and at the same time they came out of their legs, collided fiercely and retreated.

The purple dragon's eyes were shining with magic light, the black flames were entangled, and the two fists were gathered, condensed but not dispersed, like two dying stars in the universe. Wu Liang's face twitched slightly, and in the eyes of everyone, Wu Liang was afraid of the purple dragon, but they didn't see the star pattern shining in Wu Liang's hand, which was the light of excitement.

"Comet!"

The purple dragon roared angrily, and the two fists swung out casually, instantly in front of Wu Liang, who had been waiting for a long time, and waved down the raised blade.

There is no imaginary movement, no power is raging, everything is so breezy and calm.

Wu Liang's blade fell, and the entire world was cut open and split into two, and the purple dragon in front of him was no exception.

"Gollum ......"

A high-level True God Realm Demonic Beast swallowed his saliva, and a small crack in front of him reached Wu Liang in the distance.

Wu Liang raised his legs and feet, impartially, directly on Zilong's face.