Thousands of miles in the sky, the dragon's eyes were blood-red, and he stared at the middle-aged minister with murderous intent. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"As I expected, the Dragon Emperor Tu Jun is cold", the folding fan was unfolded, and the middle-aged strategist held a sword in his left hand, staring at the dark dragon, with a touch of mockery sweeping over his eyes, "However, you are always just a blue flag."

"And I, but I am a black flag, strength is king!"

The middle-aged strategist changed his gloomy expression, and suddenly laughed maniacally, "Today, I will let you know, what is a strong person and what is an ant?"

Before the words fell, his arm shook, and the folding fan flew into the void, torn by the wind, turned into powder, and the middle-aged strategist stood with his sword, surrounded by Dao Qi, endless sharpness, pouring out.

The dragon was shocked, and instantly lay down into a huge mountain, but the dragon's eyes became more and more solemn, looking at the thin figure in front of him, it was indeed as powerful as a giant mountain.

"Whew!"

The dragon roared and shook the world, and the sound of seven killings came out.

Kill Buddha, slaughter demons, destroy demons, kill immortals, fall gods, kill the earth, and kill the sky!

The mighty dragon sound, the wind and clouds, shook the nine heavens and the sky, countless illusory dragon shadows, whipped the sky, and attacked and killed the middle-aged ministers, as if the sky was pouring into the sea.

"Groan!"

The long sword vibrated and emitted a faint sword groan, and the middle-aged strategist suddenly smiled, his eyes burst with infinite killing intent, and the long sword stabbed in the air, and between the lightning and flint, a shocking ray was drawn to strangle the void.

"You're strong, but you're ...... It's not going to be a climate!"

The middle-aged strategist smiled palely, and the long sword attacked and killed the dragon's head, the sword intent was arrogant, and one move completely strangled the dragon shadow in the sky, destroying the withering and decaying, and locking a pair of blood-red dragon eyes.

"Get out!"

Canglong roared, spouting human words, and 100,000 strong winds gushed out of his mouth, sweeping the sky, enveloping the middle-aged ministers.

"Huh!" Between heaven and earth, there was a sound of cloth tearing, the gray void, shining with a little cold sword, the middle-aged strategist smiled contemptuously, and directly cut through the wind.

The dragon's eyes shrank sharply, and the lying dragon body retreated.

"You, you can't escape", the sword is like a void, locking the dragon to death.

"Phantom Dragon!"

Suddenly, Canglong whimpered and let out a low roar, and the pitch-black dragon body instantly turned into an illusory dragon shadow and flew in the air. The middle-aged strategist slashed the dragon shadow in two with a sword.

In just a moment, the two dragon shadows merged into one!

"Millennium Dragon Emperor, how can you be underestimated!"

The pitch-black dragon said arrogantly, and his muffled voice was like rolling thunder, shaking the void, "Back then, I had three thousand Xuanhuang against blood, even if the dragon swims in the shallows now, it is not something you can touch."

"Really?" the middle-aged strategist laughed, "I came prepared, naturally I won't go back with my halberd", before the words fell, the middle-aged strategist's sleeve robe waved, and 100,000 black flags and white sons scattered into the void.

The whole world suddenly became hazy!

In all directions, endless black swamps surged, and the tearing force swept the sky.

"If you have the ability, you can try it in the illusion of the dragon shadow, I guarantee that it will not take a moment to completely bury you, the dragon", the middle-aged strategist smiled indifferently, the sword was sharp, and he attacked and killed the sky again.

In the air, the dragon's body lying down shook and was furious. His eyes were full of infinite battle intent, holding the cold light of the anti-world dragon body, and he carried it towards the long sword.

"Sonorous sonor!"

The void, the sound of the resonance towards the golden ge, shook like a hundred thousand golden armor.

"Lord Dragon Emperor, you're too confident!"

The middle-aged strategist's fingers hooked his sideburns, and Rui Han's long sword sank into the dragon's body, and the pitch-black blood spilled into the sky......

Blood surged in the dragon's eyes, and the thousand-foot dragon body shook, instantly entwining the middle-aged strategists, surrounding them in the middle, their bones frustrating, and constantly exerting force.

The middle-aged strategist felt that his whole body was oppressed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his whole body surged with infinite power, like fine steel bones, in the hovering dragon body, he forcibly opened up a space for himself, and stared at Jun Qinghan coldly, dressed roughly, and said with a smile: "I am the black flag!"

After speaking, his body shook, and he wanted to fly away from the dragon body.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of pitch-black blood gushed out, staring at the snow-white earth that suddenly appeared under his feet, his legs and knees turned pitch black, and the middle-aged strategist's eyes were shocked.

"What is this?" said the middle-aged advisor angrily.

The dragon's head shook slightly, and the breath was cold, "tears like snow...... Ze!"

The dragon roared, the snow-white earth suddenly boiled and surged, and the pitch-black mist invaded the whole body of the middle-aged minister.

"Ahh

After the roar, the middle-aged strategist suddenly came down coldly, staring at Jun Qinghan in dead silence, the long sword in his hand shook, and slashed towards his knees between the lightning and flint.

With a muffled snort, the white robe was stained with blood, a pair of calves were completely annihilated in the tears and snow, holding the bleeding body, surging with infinite anger, the middle-aged strategist rose into the clouds, and a sword was like a comet hitting the moon, heading towards the head of the canglong.

Canglong stands proudly, does not dodge or dodge!

The sword was like lightning, the momentum was like thunder, and it was close to the blood-red dragon eyes in an instant, and the arrogant sword intent tortured and killed the Quartet.

"It's late!"

The dragon's mouth opened and closed, contemptuous and disdainful.

With a "boom", the sky suddenly stopped, Jun Qinghan transformed into a dragon, and his slender fingers brushed aside the blood-stained three-foot Qingfeng in his eyebrows.

The middle-aged strategist paused in the air, his face was full of horror and disbelief, looking at the stabbing of the Owl Soldier, his vitality quickly withered, he turned around with difficulty, and looked at the gray-robed man holding the demon soldier in his hand, his whole body trembled.

An unwilling roar pierced the sky, full of infinite hatred.

"You, presumptuous!"

The middle-aged strategist mustered up his last strength, scolded the gray-robed man who had fallen into the demon, looked at the dead corpse behind the gray-robed man, and laughed, "One word falls, full of mistakes." Demon Soldier ...... Worthy of the Nine Demon Soldiers!"

Middle-aged ministers, vitality gradually withered......

As if hearing the angry roar of the middle-aged strategist, a trace of clarity flashed in the gray-robed man's eyes, but in an instant, he was once again eroded by endless desire, numbly pulled out the demon soldier, and stabbed into the middle-aged strategist's body again.

The middle-aged strategist who had already lowered his head suddenly raised his head and stared at the gray-robed man in front of him angrily, "Bastard!"

The gray-robed man didn't seem to hear, and he drew the Nightmare Demon Halberd numbly and stiffly, and then ...... stabbed into the body of the middle-aged strategist again.

"Stop, let me kill Jun Qinghan!" The middle-aged strategist stared at the people of the clan, said coldly, holding his last breath, and said murderously, his originally gray eyes became more and more vicious.

The gray-robed man suddenly paused, the expression of the sackcloth did not change in the slightest, and with a stretch of his hand, he once again stabbed the demon soldier into the body of the middle-aged strategist!

............

In the void, Jun Qinghan smiled and watched the play on the side!

The gray-robed man seemed to have a common enmity with the middle-aged strategist, and constantly stabbed the demon soldier into the body of the middle-aged strategist, as long as the middle-aged strategist still had a breath, the gray-robed man's movements did not stop.

The middle-aged strategist became more and more unwilling, and stared at the gray-robed man with resentment, hatred, and murderous intent, "He has been planning for many days, and he should have won the battle, but he didn't expect to end up with a dead end, and he died in the hands of his own people."

But with dozens of breaths, the middle-aged strategist is already full of holes!

The gray-robed man still repeated the monotonous movements, and the middle-aged advisers were endless......

In the end, the middle-aged strategist let out a long roar, took his last breath, and lowered his head!

Jun Qinghan's complexion changed, before the middle-aged minister's vitality was extinct, his eyes suddenly burst into flames, his chest surged, and a roar of heaven and earth rushed into the void, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed the middle-aged minister.

The middle-aged strategist was exhausted, and the gray-robed man immediately shifted his target, holding the demon soldier and stabbing towards Jun Qinghan.

"Come back!"

In the void, looking at the demon soldiers slashing across the sky, Jun Qinghan did not dodge or dodge, and his thin lips spit lightly.

Suddenly, the nightmare shook, and the endless demonic qi went down the arm of the gray-robed man, invading the whole body, and the gray-robed man paused in the sky, his body trembled violently, his face trembled, and he became very hideous.

In just a moment, the gray-robed man's whole body was wrapped in pitch-black demonic mist.

"Khooth!"

With a crisp sound, the Nightmare Demon Soldier flew into Jun Qinghan's hands, and when the demon mist dissipated, only a pitch-black skeleton remained in the gray-robed man's body, with a cloudy breath and a body of essence and blood, all of which were swallowed by the Nightmare Halberd.

The black mangs are clear, and the demon soldiers in Jun Qinghan's hands are getting darker and darker.

With his palm caressing the demon soldiers, Jun Qinghan's eyes burst with infinite killing intent, and he said coldly: "Nightmare owl, how can you let others get involved!"

"Stampede...... Stampede ...... Stampede ......"

The void shook, like a billion horses galloping, and Jun Qinghan's hair stood on end, staring at the rolling ink clouds thousands of feet away.

"Aha...... Boss Qinghan, I'm here, I'm here to help you destroy the turtle and kill the king."

Jun Qinghan's whole body trembled, and he looked a little shocked, "When did the voice of this thing become so miserable?

Before the words fell, I saw that not far away, a white tiger appeared, three feet high, its eyes were sky blue, the giant palm was staggered, making a rumbling sound, and an obese figure was on its back, slowly removing the broken bell on its head.

Behind the white tiger, hundreds of demonic beasts rolled in, and the fierce aura swept through the void in an instant.

The white little fat tiger's body trembled, and landed beside Jun Qinghan, "Boss Qinghan, I'm interesting enough, I came so far to rescue you, and I also brought a hundred demonic beasts, you have to know that a drop of blood summons a demonic beast, and my careful liver is about to drip blood!"

Bai Xiaopang slapped Jun Qinghan's shoulder with a palm and said.

"Say, how long have you been hiding around?"

Jun Qinghan's fingers hooked his sideburns and asked indifferently.

Bai Xiaopang's hand on Jun Qinghan's shoulder couldn't help but shake, "No...... How is it possible, Boss Qinghan, you make me sad so much, I've been chubby for so many years, and I'm going to the soup with you, is that kind of person?"

Bai Xiaopang turned around while wiping away tears.

"Really?"

"Hehe", Bai Xiaopang suddenly smiled and said, "Boss Qinghan, you are too wise and powerful, that dragon scares me these demons...... I was so scared that those people just now were terrified!"

Jun Qinghan looked at Bai Xiaopang's hip-hop appearance, and smiled, "Do you want to take another look?"

Bai Xiaopang's eyes suddenly suddenly, and he hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't want it, don't want it, the light cold boss flashed his waist carefully, be careful."

Before the words fell, a thunderous sound appeared in the void:

"He doesn't want to see it, I want to see it!"