In the main hall, He Jinshui was surrounded by the black dragon group, and he confronted the other party from afar without giving a step. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Neither of them spoke, the air was filled with a suffocating smell, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that even the two lichs couldn't stand it.

At this moment, a soft sound broke the silence here, and only a crisp voice was heard: "Didn't you say that you wanted to fight alone, why has it become a group fight now, is victory so important that you can't even care about the glory of our Black Dragon Clan?"

"Bastard boy, what a naïve!" almost all the black dragons heard, and they glared angrily and looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice, and were very unhappy with each other's complaints.

After two failed demon sealing battles, the prestige of the Black Dragon Clan has long been a thing of the past. In the eyes of the only remaining dragons, they have long lost their so-called glory, and have been struggling with the predicament of being slandered and disdainful.

Their eyes wandered, and finally they all noticed the little dragon Bendtner. It turned out that he had broken free from the shackles of his father, and as soon as he regained his freedom, he couldn't help but talk more. He looked at him with all sorts of eyes, including sneering, dismissive, contemptuous, and even slightly hateful.

"Is this my people, how did they all become like this?" Bendtner couldn't help but shudder, believing that if it weren't for his identity as the young patriarch of the dragon clan, he might be torn apart by the angry dragons.

Under such circumstances, Xiaolong's face turned red, and his body even trembled slightly, he couldn't tell whether he was excited or annoyed, but he straightened his body vigorously, and glared back one by one along the source of his malicious gaze without fear.

"It seems that my son has really grown up, and his courage is commendable!" After all, blood is thicker than water, and Shearer saw that his beloved son wanted to spring up and want to repay because of the kindness he received, and his heart was full of pride, pride, and a little bitter. But at this time, the arrow was on the string, and he couldn't help but think about it anymore, so the old black dragon pretended not to hear this, closed his eyes and hummed a little song, and shook his head proudly.

Bendtner bit his lip in anger and tears rolled in his eyes. He was not afraid of the hatred of his enemies, but only of the incomprehension of his relatives, and now his father obviously did not understand and respect him.

"Stop, he's mine, we're not going to die!" a loud shout exploded in everyone's ears like thunder. They turned around in surprise to find Veron, who had fallen to the ground earlier, struggling to get up with his hands propped on the ground, yelling.

He was dirty and looked embarrassed. One arm twisted in a strange position, apparently broken, and the muscles on his back seemed to be torn apart, revealing a blur of flesh and blood. Although he tried to straighten his chest, he still gasped involuntarily and trembled.

Ignoring the support of his companions around him, he pushed and shoved to prevent them from getting close to him, gritted his teeth and glared at the otaku, and roared in a low voice: "He is mine, unless I die, the battle is not over!"

He Jinshui simply loved this stubborn guy to death, and he gave himself a short respite to give himself a chance to think about escaping. "Well, you have to be merciful when you beat him later, and you can delay it for a while. Thinking of this, the otaku finally stopped carrying his left hand, but stretched his hands forward to make an attacking starting hand, and said loudly: "Haughty warrior, you have earned my respect, so I will use all my strength to fight you, I hope you will not disappoint me." ”

"Damn it, look, I'll let you go!" Veron looked at each other with a grim expression, and began to flapp his wings vigorously, and a faint roar came from his throat. Then his whole body began to glow, from his stomach to his throat, it became brighter and brighter, and finally he stretched his neck and opened his big mouth, and spit out a white pillar of light with a "boom", heading straight for the other party.

He Jinshui was stunned, Long Qun was stunned, and Shearer was also excited. "This is, the legendary black dragon roars to kill?" The old black dragon's eyes instantly widened, staring at each other intently, and he thought to himself: "Good boy, I have even learned a trick that has been lost for many years, it's incredible!"

He Jinshui was also frightened, thinking that the other party would really know the big move he had seen in his dream, which was the trick of the first generation of the Black Dragon Patriarch Xisai to press the bottom of the box, and it was used to deal with the Titan Patriarch Tyrell at a critical moment, which was naturally extraordinary. At that time, if it wasn't suppressed by the Ten Directions Soul Locking Array, it was estimated that the battle would have ended long ago, and the Black Dragon Clan would not have died with the other party.

Between the lightning and flint, He Jinshui had no time to make any dodge moves, so he could only cross his hands in front of him. "Boom!" the white pillar of light slammed head-on, striking him in the chest like a giant locomotive.

"Break it for me!" He Jinshui shouted, bending his body slightly with his teeth tightened, and resisting this devastating blow with all his might. In the sudden instantaneous heat, he felt as if his hands were about to melt, and then the pillar of light began to shine on his chest through the gap between his hands, gradually melting and corroding his chest.

"It hurts!" He Jinshui exclaimed, his eyes unbelievably watching the wound on his chest continue to expand, and the metal liquid began to leak out of the wound as if he were dying. "Damn, is my brother going to burp a fart?" he was in a sad mood, as if he was about to sink to the bottom of the lake.

All kinds of past events continued to linger in He Jinshui's mind like a marquee, and the voices and smiles of his companions kept flashing, and he felt that the most precious thing in his heart seemed to be leaving him, as if something was tearing his heart apart and making him feel painful.

"Lao Tzu is not convinced!" Lao He was furious. It was not his style to sit back and wait, and when he saw that he could not defend himself, he completely abandoned his defense and jumped high and lunged towards the opponent. As long as he can get close to Veron's body, he can definitely twist the other party's head in a second.

As a result, before he could get close to the other party, Veron himself had collapsed. His scaly, powerful body was covered with cracks, and blood seeped out of his epidermis like a stream, and he instantly became a bloody man. His chest was wheezing violently like a bellows, sweat and blood were mixed and dripping to the ground, and his already weak body suddenly became shaky, as if the wind was about to collapse.

Seeing the miserable appearance of the other party, He Jinshui retreated quietly, and lay on the ground as if he was seriously injured, just delaying time. The shattered part of his chest was dripping with metal liquid, and he didn't look much better than the other party, and while panting, he said loudly as he endured the pain: "The Black Dragon Roar Kill really deserves its reputation, count your kid back to a game, and we'll come again!"

He Jinshui righteously showed the appearance of a heroic dry cloud, and quietly used his eyes to shake left and right in the dragon man pile, trying to find a weak link to fight a bloody way. At this moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, because he saw the green dragon!

This guy is much shorter than the average black dragon, so he is inconspicuous in the noisy environment, and if it weren't for his bright eyes, it would be almost difficult to see the other party. He remembered that this guy had almost died in a battle with the Black Iron Barrier and Pirlo not long ago, and that he had saved him at a critical moment. The other party also threw himself into his arms, ignoring the anger of the black dragon patriarch at the critical moment just now, and repeatedly spoke up for himself.

Right now, the little guy was blinking desperately at the otaku, and after seeing him notice himself, he gently pointed to the north with his paws, and then waved his hand lightly, making an escape pose.

He Jinshui understood in his heart that the other party was telling him to flee in the direction of the north! But why should he face the north instead of the east or south? He didn't understand a little, but now that the situation was critical, he could no longer afford to make any more plans. And he saw that the other party's eyes were calm, his demeanor was sincere, and he didn't look like a fake at all, so he should be trustworthy. Thinking of this, he quietly turned his lower position slightly, and looked at the chief guard with his back to the south, waiting for the other party to deliver the final blow.

Peron pushed away the guards who wanted to support him, struggled to his feet, straightened his waist with a bitter expression, and looked at each other with an awe-inspiring expression. He knew with his opponent that this would be his last shot of the day, and if he didn't succeed, he would be a benevolent! If he couldn't completely defeat the opponent, as long as that guy approached him, he could poke himself down with one finger.

So there is only one chance, and he has to seize it. Thinking of this, Peron once again calmed down, and a light began to flash in his chest, which soon surged up his throat. "Roar!" The dazzling pillar of light erupted from the black dragon's mouth again, and the surrounding air seemed to be evacuated, spinning around the pillar of light, like a galloping and roaring dragon, crashing towards the metal giant on the opposite side.

He Jinshui was engrossed in observing the other party, when his pupils contracted violently, and he watched a silver-white flying dragon with a dark golden brilliance crashing towards him. He was keenly aware that the black dragons behind him were afraid of being affected by the aftermath of the roaring killing, so they dodged to both sides, and an unobstructed gap briefly appeared behind him, leading straight out of the main hall.

"Don't miss the opportunity, it's now!" He Jinshui was excited, and at the moment when the flying dragon swooped over and hit him, he suddenly stretched out his palms to wrap around the ball, and greeted him from the front, instantly feeling a huge and incomparably powerful force crashing towards him, and pushing his body backwards with a devastating force. With the strength of his legs, he leaped in reverse, and with the momentum of the roar and the force of his own bouncing, he rushed out behind him.

His speed was so fast, and so unexpected, that there was not a single black dragon in his retreat, so that when he was about to rush out of the main hall. Shearer came back to his senses, patted his thighs and stood up, pointing his psoas muscles to the outside and yelling, "Stop him, don't let him run!"

At that moment, he suddenly felt his right hand sink, as if he was being pulled by something. He looked back, and it turned out to be Veron! This guy used all his strength to use the black dragon roar to kill, and his body had already crashed to the ground, and the whole person was in a state of delirium. At this moment, he was muttering words with his eyes closed, as if he was saying something, but his voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

Shearer was stunned for a moment, and instantly thought of the terrifying move that the other party had just used, which was a stunt that he didn't even know how to do. He was suddenly interested, and leaned over to lean over his ear, wanting to eavesdrop. As a result, he only heard the other party's trembling lips and say, "It's not over yet, don't interfere, I'm going to fight him to the death!"

"Knock your sister!" The old black dragon suddenly went crazy, thinking to himself how his personal guard was a dumbfounder, and at the critical moment, he only cared about being alone and himself, completely ignoring the overall situation of the dragon clan's comfort.

He stretched out his big foot angrily, and was about to kick the other man out of the air. At this moment, he saw the other party's tightly knit brow and unyielding will, and even though he fell into a coma, he was still in a fearless fighting state, which he had never seen in other clansmen.

"This single-celled martial idiot, maybe his future achievements are limitless!" Shearer sighed, kicked out the soles of his feet with an arc, rubbed heavily on the opponent's ass and picked him out towards the clansmen behind him, shouting loudly: "You guys take care of him, the rest of the clansmen, come with me!"

With that, he rushed out of the main hall first, flapped his wings and flew in the air, and chased towards the north. Hundreds of black dragons surged out, fluttering their arms and flying high together, chasing after the patriarch. In the blink of an eye, the hall, which had been noisy and bustling before, fell silent, and even a pin could be heard falling on the ground, leaving only two lichs staring at each other, and the little green dragon Bendtner was sticking out his head to look into the distance with a worried expression.

"Coward, don't run!" came the angry roar of the black dragons in the sky, then loomed and finally disappeared far to the north. Only then did Bendtner gasp for breath and look back at the two lichs with a smile on his face.

"Little nephew, you don't go after that bad guy, but accompany us two old men here, don't you feel sulky, why don't you go play by yourself for a while!"

Bendneron is a big ghost, and he knows that the other party is going to whisper, but he is afraid that he will hear it, and there must be an ulterior secret. Thinking of this, he stretched his waist and pretended to be impatient and said, "Everyone is gone, it's not fun here at all, I'm going back to sleep." Uncle, see you next time!"

"Goodbye, my good little nephew!" Adriano said with a smile, waving goodbye to him, until he saw the other man walk out of the hall from a distance, and then sighed solemnly: "The old fellow is not at all tricky, has he discovered our intentions?" )