The huge frog was covered in blood, staining half of the clouds in the sky, especially those cold eyes, which turned crimson, and hit the heavens with incomparable madness and tyranny.

Zhao Qing's injuries were too serious, and there were terrible wounds everywhere on the huge Jiao's body, all of which were scars left by the sharp giant claws of the Golden-winged Dapeng, and the bones were deeply visible, and the sharp murderous aura invaded the body, and the wounds could not heal at all, and they could only spurt blood outward all the time.

The crystal green jade scales can be said to be nine out of ten, and they all fell off in the fierce battle, even if the light of the seven stars on the back of the seven-star tiger striped Jiao was straining to swallow the sun and moon divine essence, it could not alleviate the serious injuries in Zhao Qing's body.

Fighting to this tragic point, in fact, Zhao Qing didn't even know what kind of thought was supporting him in his heart, in his eyes, everything in the world disappeared, and only the fierce and powerful Peng Bird figure was imprinted in his heart, which became his only reason to persevere.

"You dead bird dare to despise me, although I am only a minor monk of the God Realm, but it is not something that you dead bird can look down on!" Zhao Qing scolded viciously, in fact, he was already very weak, but the unyielding will in his heart was burning vigorously.

What about the Golden-Winged Dapeng, Zhao Qing was not afraid of it, but there was a hint of provocation between his words.

The frog came all the way to the battle, and its head was always high, even if it was in severe pain to the bones, there was no trembling or retreating in its body.

It was this incomparably tenacious momentum that was shocking, and Zhao Qing's illusion of the Seven-Star Tiger Stripe Jiao was like a piece of steel forged in the flames, even if it was tempered thousands of times, there was also a trace of earth-shattering arrogance.

The heavy breathing seemed to be thunder, and two white essences spurted out from the mouth and nose of the giant jiao, and it was vaguely visible that there were still bloodshots, so you can imagine how seriously injured Zhao Qing is now.

In the sky, the Golden-winged Roc is not very good. The dazzling divine feathers were quite messy, and they had already lost their previous majesty and domineering, and the feathers on half of the wings were almost torn off by the giant jiao, and there were many wounds all over Zhou's body.

However, its condition is obviously much better, and it can still promote potential, and there are thousands of golden Peng Feather Light Blades. The light and rain of the void he was in were like a waterfall, and the whistling sound was deafening, like a scorching sun exploding in the sky.

Out of the conscious trend in the instinctive imprint, this fierce bird recuperated for a while, but still chose to come violently and pecked at the head of the giant jiao.

The giant beak of the golden-winged roc is terrifying, and the chilling light is as sharp as rain, which can be called one of the hardest parts of this fierce bird's body, and almost all the injuries on the vital parts of the frog's body are pecked through by this giant beak.

Between the chest and abdomen of the giant Jiao. There is a huge blood hole that is bright in front and back, only a little distance away from the heart, if it weren't for Zhao Qing's ghost at that time to dodge an inch, I'm afraid that even this time can kill Zhao Qing.

But this wound still brought endless pain and weakness to Zhao Qing, and the blood was flowing all the time with a little bit of light, and the wound was too big to heal at all.

And the essence in these blood is very much, after all, it is the precious blood of the heart of a giant dragon. He has extraordinary divine power, but it is constantly being wasted at the moment.

"Uhh

Zhao Qing writhed in pain. The feeling of pain in the bone marrow was unprecedentedly real, and many times, he wondered if he would be directly hurt to death.

The Golden-Winged Dapeng's second attack was about to fall on him again, and with the last trace of self-protection for safety, Zhao Qing didn't know where to regather a trace of strength.

But then, his huge body staggered and almost fell into the clouds. It was not easy to stabilize his body, but the serious injury in his body still broke out, and it hit like a tide and occupied every nerve and vein.

A faint feeling of fainting surged into Zhao Qing's heart, and he felt that the light in front of him flickered on and off, as if he could disappear at any time.

But it was just when Zhao Qing even thought that his death was coming. A vast divine power suddenly blessed him.

On the back of the huge Jiao's body, those colorful tiger stripes that oozed countless blood were shining brightly, and a trace of a star unexpectedly opened.

A terrifying whirlpool of air currents was formed, and it was obviously under a clear and clear sky, but a ray of bright starlight as thick as a divine pillar fell from beyond the clouds.

The star mark imprint seemed to open a passage to another world, and the vast star power rolled in, and the incomparable essence contained in the little star light was frantically nourishing the broken body of the frog.

A giant star floated in the cyclone, it slowly rotated, but it escaped a majestic coercion, and thousands of stars turned into divine glow to render the entire sky.

The clear sky seemed to turn into a starry night sky in an instant, and the light of the scorching sun in the nine heavens could not suppress the light of this giant star.

Calm as a mountain, vast as the sea, this sudden breath is terrifying, it can be said that it shook the eternal blue sky, and in an instant even time seemed to stand still.

Under the nourishment of this starlight in the sky, the countless wounds on the body of the seven-star tiger striped Jiao were healing rapidly, and a layer of brilliant starlight essence like gelatinous essence enveloped every inch of the frog's bones and blood.

Whether it was the wound in the chest and abdomen that was only an inch away from the heart, or the simple scar where some scales fell off, it was beginning to grow bright red tender flesh.

The essence divine power that had passed before was also slowly revived under the nourishment of the starlight at this moment, and a more refined demonic aura gradually emanated from the body of the seven-star tiger striped Jiao.

The golden-winged Dapeng was dazzling, and it wanted to rush down at this time to give Zhao Qing a fatal blow, but the vast star power turned into a strange force field, and before it could get close, it was swept away.

With a loud scream, the Golden-Winged Roc struck its heels and flew out, as if the force of the shock was terrifying, and the place where it was injured before began to bleed again, and many broken feathers fell from the void.

And Zhao Qing bore the brunt of it, and naturally he could feel the changes that had occurred in his body, and the demonic power that quickly recovered made him can't help but look up to the sky and howl, although he didn't know why this was, but at this time, he couldn't think about it so much.

Quan Dang is the talent of the Seven Star Tiger Striped Jiao clan was forced to be stimulated at the last moment between life and death, Zhao Qing thought in his heart.

Ever since he knew that he was symbiotic with the soul of a seven-star tiger striped Jiao, Zhao Qing had tried his best to understand this race with rare and abnormal bloodlines.

But the number of seven-star tiger striped Jiao is too small, and there are very few that can be recorded in ancient books, and all Zhao Qing can understand is that the combat power of this clan is supreme, and it is known as the fighting clan in the Jiao clan.

As for what kind of powerful and terrifying talent the Seven Star Tiger Striped Jiao Pulse possessed. Zhao Qing is still in the realm of ignorance.

I thought that since I could come to the Jiao clan this time, I planned to get to know it well, but who knew that before I finished speaking, I was forced to throw myself into this dangerous Jiao prison.

The most annoying thing was that he even fought with an ancient fierce bird golden-winged Dapeng in a daze, and he was almost torn apart alive by the other party.

Seeing that his injuries were about to heal, he had the strength to fight again. Zhao Qing's eyes turned cold when he looked at the Golden-winged Dapeng, now that the other party is seriously injured, and he is healed, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, maybe he can kill with one blow.

However, just when Zhao Qing faintly felt a sense of excitement in his heart, thinking that he would be able to abuse this arrogant fierce bird next, his face that had just shown a hint of a smile instantly darkened.

At the same time that he was nourished and healed by the power of the stars, the golden-winged roc in front of him didn't know what magical power he had exerted. I saw a raging flame rising from its body, as if burning.

The vast and majestic aura of heaven and earth was absorbed into the giant mouth of the heaven-swallowing giant, and a large amount of aura was also rapidly healing the wounds of this fierce bird.

The incomparably pure aura of heaven and earth turned into a rain of light and fell, causing the golden-winged Dapeng to be reborn from its broken feathers, and its injuries were instantly recovered.

The stains of blood were all washed away by this abundant rain of light, and countless golden Peng feathers sparkled in the sun, shining like a round of small suns, and they couldn't be looked at directly.

The damn golden-winged roc looked up to the sky and let out a loud roar. Piercing the top of the clouds, it was completely healed. And it is even more fierce than before, and the momentum has risen by more than one realm.

The cold and bloodthirsty light stared at the body of the frog below again, and this instinctive gaze between natural enemies once again made Zhao Qing fall into the ice cellar.

The golden wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, and under the continuous flapping, circles of golden ripples appeared in the air. It was like a pair of divine hands pushing the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, like the pressure of the mountains that made Zhao Qing breathless.

"Are you trying to play me to death?"

Zhao Qing was dumbfounded, completely stunned on the spot, for this kind of unexpected ending, he really gave up all the unrealistic ideas in his heart. I just want to rush to the old guy who pit me at this moment and beat him up fiercely.

The two sides fought so desperately for a long time, could it be just to start fighting again, Zhao Qing could feel that his injury was obviously a little stronger than before after recovery, but on the other hand, the same is true of the golden-winged Dapeng, this time the injury healed not only made the fierce bird more threatening, but also the murderous nature in his eyes was stronger than before, I don't know how many times.

"Could it be that this situation is actually to train the Jiao Emperors of their Jiao clan to fight against natural enemies?" Zhao Qing muttered to himself, as if he understood the essence of the heart-wrenching scene in front of him.

In order to verify this idea, Zhao Qing tried to attack the fierce bird, but in exchange for it, the golden-winged roc naturally counterattacked more fiercely.

The two sides fought together again, and for a while, the roar and hiss of Jiao shook the void, and the blood of the scales and Peng Yu mixed with the two once again stained the battlefield red.

The fierce bird spread its wings and struck the sky, and the divine power of the golden-winged Dapeng clan almost tore through the sky, and the terrifying Peng Feather Divine Light fell everywhere, forming a large attack and killing array that made the opponent have nowhere to escape.

Moreover, under this second contact, Zhao Qing could clearly feel that this fierce bird was becoming more and more proficient in the supernatural movement of his own clan, and he could no longer see any flaws in one move, so Zhao Qing was even more difficult to fight than the first fight.

However, in this duel, Zhao Qing's comprehension of the dragon clan's combat skills seems to be more thorough, and there is no jerky feeling in his gestures, and he is becoming more and more comfortable.

But even so, after not much time, the seven-star tiger striped Jiao that Zhao Qing had transformed was almost torn in two by the golden-winged Dapeng, and the scars on his body were simply shocking.

Just when Zhao Qing was dying, the star mark on his back opened again, and the superstar appeared up and down, with countless shenxia all over his body, and he was rapidly nourishing and recovering Zhao Qing's injuries.

With the divine power contained in the essence of the stars, Zhao Qing once again restored the aura of his whole body to its peak state.

And just as he had guessed, when the injuries on his body were nourished, the Golden-Winged Roc also used his great powers to heal himself, and his aura improved to a higher level every time he healed.

Just as Zhao Qing had comprehended, the golden-winged Dapeng in front of him was a kind of level used to sharpen the Jiaohuang of the past dynasties in this Jiao Prison, and its purpose was to test the ability of the Jiaohuang of the past dynasties.

As for whether it was to test the strength of the battle or something else, then Zhao Qing didn't know for the time being, because there was a mysterious power shrouded in this world.

No matter how good the tester's cultivation is, the Golden-Winged Roc he faces is much stronger than the tester, as if it has set up a chasm for the tester that cannot be crossed.

Zhao Qing didn't know how the Jiaohuang of the past dynasties solved this dead end, and in the next few battles, Zhao Qing tried other methods more than once.

Whether it's using the Dragon's Skill against the enemy or performing other techniques, the Golden-Winged Roc still can't be killed.

This is like falling into an infinite loop of whirlpools, Zhao Qing can only recover from the brink of death again and again, and then sink and fail in the fierce fight again.

In the end, Zhao Qing didn't know how many methods he used, and he couldn't remember how many times he had recovered, he had a kind of numbness and helplessness of poor donkey skills, and he really felt that he was about to be tortured by this method and went crazy.

"Boom"

In a moment of distraction, the frog was swept by the steel giant wings of the golden-winged Dapeng, and the whole person coughed up blood and flew out, smashing several peaks along the road, and the stones in the billowing smoke and dust were splashed with stones, and the stones of the grinding plate were smashed by Zhao Qing alive.

The sound of bones shattering from Zhao Qing's body could almost be heard clearly, and the huge Jiao body fell softly on the mountain, because the large bones of the spine were pecked off by the giant beak of the fierce bird, and he lost his ability to move.

"Chirp"

The golden-winged Dapeng hovered above Zhao Qing's head, looking at the vulnerable opponent below, its golden eyes shot a haughty look, as if it was once again ridiculing Zhao Qing fiercely.

It was this kind of look that made Zhao Qing extremely hateful, which once again aroused the unwilling ** in Zhao Qing's heart, and he struggled to bathe in the stars and began to recover from his terrible injuries.

"Damn, since you can't die, then you wait for me, Lao Tzu will be on a par with you dead bird today, and I have to use the magic of your golden-winged Dapeng clan to kill you!"

Zhao Qingluo jumped up, his injuries faded, and the faint power of the stars was still circulating around his body, but this time he recovered his body and did not intend to face the enemy in the form of a seven-star tiger striped Jiao.

At this moment, every pore of his was swallowing a faint light that had not yet dissipated, and the whole person was solemn, shrouded in a layer of divine light, and the amazing power of qi and blood was boiling.

A blood-colored divine pillar rushed up from the Heavenly Spirit Acupoint, it was pure qi and blood essence, like the majestic and terrifying Dragon Walking Nine Heavens, it didn't look like the power of a little monk in the god realm at all.

"Come on, do you think I haven't learned the magic power of your Golden-winged Dapeng?" Zhao Qing roared, like an angry lion roaring, and the surrounding earth trembled.

In his deep eyes, two brilliant myths burst out, faintly with a hint of goldenness, and through his eyes, he could see that in the depths of his eyes, there were endless clouds and mist waves churning, as if opening the heavens and the earth.

A golden condor galloped through the clouds and fog, carrying the light of the gods, this divine bird is very powerful, with the invincible spirit of the world, accompanied by bursts of brilliant golden gods and thunders around it, and you can see meteorite-like meteors entangled.

The Condor passed through Zhao Qing's eyes and manifested in the void, and the illusory figure seemed to turn into a substance under the blessing of Zhao Qing's majestic qi and blood. (To be continued......)