He Jinshui didn't blink his eyes, just looked at the old black dragon on the stage like this, and his lungs were about to explode. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This guy is simply a shameless black heart, he turns his hands into clouds, covers his hands into rain, and can reverse what he just said 180 degrees in minutes, and he is the kind whose face does not change color and does not beat, it is simply a dragon man version of Cao Cao.

If there is anyone in the intelligent life he has encountered in this half of his life who can convince him in terms of acting skills and face, Chief Elon of Dawn is the first, and this old black dragon is the second.

He didn't seem to know what it meant to be a loss, what it meant to turn his face and not recognize people, and he laughed more treacherously than a traitor, and suddenly slapped the table and roared: "Hurry up and take him down, take him down!" At this time, he had completely lost his original leadership demeanor, and had become a crazy beast that chose people and devoured them.

At this moment, the two black dragon guards had already come to the otaku's side, each of them turned into a huge human form with wings, and grabbed the otaku's arm left and right.

He Jinshui had no choice but to look at the other party, suddenly sighed, and muttered to himself: "I originally illuminated the moon with my heart, but the bright moon shines on the ditch, why bother, why bother?"

As soon as the words fell, the palms that he had allowed the other party to grasp suddenly moved, and with a strange arc, he retracted from the left and right sides, and shouted loudly: "Pour!" The two-headed dragon man guards felt an incomparable huge force attacking, and they grabbed the opponent's arm in unison, intending to press him to the ground with his backhand. But they found that their efforts were in vain, the other's strength hesitated and the waves crashed on the shore, and their own arm strength was like ants moving. They gritted their teeth and exerted all their strength to counter the invincible power of the other party, but it only added trouble and made people laugh.

Soon, the two guards were pressed under He Jinshui's feet, and he stepped on the soles of his feet with both feet, unable to move. He raised his head, looked at the Black Dragon Patriarch on the stage quietly, and said, "There are many friends and many roads, why should the patriarch rush to kill them all?

Saying this, the otaku made a goodbye gesture towards each other, and then let go of the two dragonmen at his feet. They are struggling to do turtle crawling poses, trying to break free from each other's shackles. At this time, the two of them suddenly felt the huge force on their backs suddenly loosened, and they got up and sat on the ground, and suddenly felt that the sky was blue and green, and everything was full of vitality, and they couldn't help but gasp heavily.

He Jinshui turned around and wanted to leave the Dragon God Temple, but he couldn't care about killing those two lichs here. He peeked at the other party, and secretly thought in his heart: "These two guys staying here are a scourge after all, and I don't know what kind of fame they can make." Hmph, when I go out, I will stay outside the island day and night, and when they come out, they will definitely have knives in their hands. The world is quiet!"

As if he had seen the two lichs being dismantled into slag of bones in his own hands, he grinned uncontrollably. "Quack quack...... he stuck his psoas muscles, and his smile was very obscene, and it was also very inappropriate. The dragons who surrounded him were mistaken, thinking that the other party was laughing at them for not being able to do anything, and they suddenly became angry.

Not only did they not get out of the way, but they tightly surrounded each other, allowing the otaku to push and shove, and they could never get out. He Jinshui was annoyed, raised his huge fist and threatened left and right: "See, the big fist of the casserole, I ......" He brewed his rhetoric for a long time, and was about to use the last words of mass destruction to carry out an indiscriminate attack. At this time, the old dragon head suddenly shouted: "Take it!"

"Yes!" a deafening roar rang in the otaku's ears, and countless pairs of scaly claws swung from front to back, left and right, grabbing at him unreasonably. The dragon claws were overwhelming, blocking Lao He's way from all angles, and they were about to bring him to justice.

An earth-shattering roar sounded, "Wait for death!" He Jinshui was furious, feeling that his life was threatened, and finally stopped showing mercy. He let out a loud shout and waved his hands vigorously, carrying one circle after another, to meet the black dragons who surrounded him head-on.

With an afterimage in both hands, with incredible speed and strength, he flicked back the claws of all the black dragons that had reached him, causing them to each grasp the arms of his companions. Then he turned back, came to the back of the first black dragon, raised his foot and kicked it towards the opponent's ass, and shouted loudly, "Get out, black dragon brother!"

Before the unlucky black dragon could turn around, he felt an incomparably powerful force coming from behind him like pushing a mountain of gold and inverting a jade pillar. He could no longer maintain his balance, so he stumbled and threw himself forward. Then he knocked down the other black dragon in front of him. The latter, too, fell to the ground uncontrollably under the force, and then knocked over his companion in front of him. Then repeatedly, more and more black dragons fell to the ground.

And just like that, like dominoes, the fellows collided with each other, huddled together, and fell to the ground at a speed comparable to that of harvesting straw, unable to move.

"What kind of dragon clan, but that's it!" He Jinshui clapped his hands with a smile, and hummed proudly in his mouth, "My smug smile......" In his eyes, these black dragons have a false reputation as dragons, but their strength is really not very good, and they are too far worse than those powerful creatures comparable to titans that he saw in his dreams.

However, what he didn't expect was that his performance, like pouring oil on the fire, instantly ignited the anger of the dragon clan. Shearer slapped the table and stood up, and shouted angrily: "Someone is coming, everyone is coming, all come forward and take him down!"

He opened his mouth angrily, his scarlet tongue accompanied by mutilated sharp teeth, indescribably strange and terrifying. His anger woke up the guards around him, and he suddenly took out the three-pronged gripper from behind his back as if in a dream, and pressed up with a cold edge, trying to tear the otaku to pieces.

At this moment, He Jinshui moved, he jumped up with a big grin, gestured a middle finger towards the encirclement, and said arrogantly: "Stop, Lao Tzu shoots the first bird, see which one who is not afraid of death dares to take a step forward and slap you to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the dragons waved their weapons in unison and stepped forward in unison. The cold light on the trident flashed, and the eyes of the otaku suddenly lit up, and he felt a coolness that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Despite this, he still raised his head bravely, spread out his palms and pretended to be grinning and said: "Oh, that's not negotiable, okay, the rules of the rivers and lakes, heads-up! It's one to one, no one wants to foul ......" Before the words fell, all the dragon guards shouted in unison, and together they raised the trident in their hands and aimed at the otaku, seeing that they were about to poke countless holes in him.

"Your sister, it's so shameless!" He Jinshui saw that there was no way to avoid it, and he was about to die in the blink of an eye, and he was immediately annoyed. He inserted his psoas muscles without dodging, and shouted loudly with a curse in his mouth: "It turns out that the descendants of the Patriarch of the Sicypriot have long become cowardly pus, and they only know that there are more people and fewer people. Hmph, I died in the hands of you miscellaneous people, and I resigned myself to my fate. Saying this, he raised his head proudly, opened his shirt and gestured to his heart, and shouted: "Come on, come here! Anyway, Lao Tzu can't kill all of you." Hmph, let's see if your knives are fast enough to kill me all at once. ”

Speaking of this, the otaku looked excited, trembled uncontrollably, and yelled and pretended: "I think I am someone, I have not tasted defeat in the world, but today I will fall into the hands of the bastard, it's a pity, cry bitterly!"

Dragons are proud and deeply believe in dignity. These guys were originally not very honorable for fighting more and less, and they were choked by He Jinshui, and they couldn't raise their heads in shame. With a look of unconfidence in their eyes, they looked left and right, feeling ashamed in their hearts, and the trident in their hands couldn't help but loosen up, and the encirclement also widened a lot.

He Jinshui let out a long breath, feeling that he was really right, these giant lizards were still very concerned about face and image. If they rushed forward regardless of the situation just now, no matter how they could fight, they would eventually be torn to shreds.

Shearer saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart! He looked down on the so-called dignity of the dragons in his heart, but he didn't dare to forcibly order them to come forward and besiege them. For if he commits the wrath of the people, he will be swept away by his majesty, and no one will be convinced of him in the future. Thinking of this, he finally gave up the rogue idea of attacking the group and punching the master to death, sighed and stood up, stretched out his slap towards the left and right dragon groups, calmed their excitement, and then stared at each other with angry eyes, and said word by word: "If you want to be fair, I will give you justice!"

He turned his senses and said to a big man of the dragon people: "Belon, you are also a black dragon clan, it is better to go up first and learn the tricks of this fake envoy!"

He lightly added the word "fake" in front of the other party's name, quietly opened the distance from the other party, and sighed in his heart: "That sad monkey, you can go with confidence." Die poor and don't die teammates, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Peron had seen his companions beating up the otaku before, but he couldn't get the upper hand, and he was itching to step forward to help him. It's a pity that the master's consciousness made him hesitate, and instead rubbed his hands and retreated to the back. He thought that the other party would definitely fall to the ground soon like autumn leaves, but he didn't expect this black weirdo boy to be unstoppable, fearless, and provoke everyone with an enemy.

Thinking of the glory of the Black Dragon Clan in the past, his blood boiled instantly, and he couldn't wait to pick up the guy and fight each other in ping-pong, so as not to fall into the prestige of the Dragon Clan. Now that he heard the name of the patriarch, he was overjoyed and felt a sense of happiness of handing the quilt in the cold and the pillow in sleepiness.

He raised his head, straightened his chest, cocked his buttocks, and stood up with his eyes squinting at the roof at a forty-five degree angle, clasped his hands into fists and said, "Patriarch, as you wish!" Then he stepped heavily on the ground, strode forward, looked at the black-haired boy opposite, and said slowly: "The grasshopper shakes the tree, don't measure yourself!"

With that, he took off his cloak, jumped into the air with a loud shout, made a few quick gestures of attack with both hands, then turned around and threw a volley in the air, and squatted on the ground in a diagonal lunge, like a tiger that chooses to devour people. His few clean and coquettish blows immediately caused a cheer among the surrounding dragons. The guys turned their heads to each other, as if they were betting on whether the other would survive.

He Jinshui had gone through three metal temperings, and had already surpassed the realm of the Martial Saint and reached the point of becoming a god in half a step. Not only is he energetic and powerful, but he also has sharp facial features and a strong body. Of course, the chatter of the dragons around him did not escape his ears, and when he heard that his odds of survival reached 1 in 500, he immediately became angry.

"Guys who look down on people with dog eyes, I want you to look good!" The otaku, who has always been pampered and not shocked, finally became angry. After he came to Shenlong Island, he was deflated everywhere, and was ridiculed by others, and he had already developed a sense of anger, but he was held down alive. Now the laughter, scolding, and cold words of the giant lizards had finally ignited his anger completely, and it was burning and becoming out of control.

"Arrogant bipedal lizard!" He Jinshui raised his head proudly, looking at the black dragon guard captain who was half a position younger than himself, and his eyes showed contempt. He shook his head, slowly put his left hand behind his back, and said with disdain in his mouth: "Don't be ashamed, brother let you have one left hand, come and die!"

These words were justified and arrogant! Veron did not expect that the other party was in danger at all, and he could still be so calm and calm. He saw the otaku's left hand behind him, and his face became very ugly.

He shook his head vigorously, was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, and squeezed out word by word with a sinking face: "You are looking for death yourself, then don't blame me." With that, Veron turned his neck and stretched his waist, clenching his claws into fists, making a crackling sound like fried beans.

"Sure enough, there are two brushes!" He Jinshui's pupils shrank slightly, feeling that the other party was unusual. Veron is obviously good at physical attacks, he is tall and has long legs, and after turning into a humanoid black dragon, he is a lot taller than the average humanoid black dragon, and the wings behind him stir with gusts of wind, as if he can fly into the sky at any time to carry out a vertical strike in land and air.

What made He Jinshui jealous the most was that the other party actually grabbed the ground in front of him, and instantly poked four paw prints on the hard marble countertop. Then he slammed his fist on the ground again, and his entire forearm was as if he were hitting tofu.

The corners of the Belon guard's mouth curved slightly, and he said with a contemptuous smile: "The claw is a tiger claw, and the fist is a dragon fist, which makes you laugh!" (To be continued.) )