Thundered!

A large number of falling rocks smashed to the ground like a waterfall, and dust and smoke rose immediately.

In the midst of falling rocks and dust, a figure suddenly rushed out.

Duanmu Xiong!

He was covered in dirt, his hair was messed up, blood was coming out of his forehead, and his decent clothes were torn and broken, but he was fine.

After rushing out of the smoke, Duanmu Xiong walked straight to the car parked on the road not far away.

He could even see his driver poking his head out of the car in shock.

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

Duanmu Xiong shouted and asked the driver to start the car and get out of here quickly.

At that moment, there was a darkness above his head.

Duanmu Xiong looked up and saw a mecha's big foot passing over his head, and he could see the armor with dirt and grass sticking to the soles of the mecha's feet, and see the tightly connected lines.

Then the big foot fell, smashing his car and the driver flat!

Duanmuxiong hurriedly stopped, changed direction, crashed into the window of a nearby building, and crawled to the door on the other side.

As soon as he came out of the building, a bullet landed in the room he had passed by, and the things in that room, under the kinetic energy of the bullet fired from the mecha rifle, vibrated violently like a child's toy, and finally shattered.

A large amount of dust and debris spewed out of the window, but Duanmu Xiong had already flashed into a street, and he exploded with all his strength, although his strength was not in speed, but with the full strength of the Xuan Realm, Duanmu Xiong still quickly moved away from the battlefield where the mecha was like a wisp of black smoke.

Soon, the president of the Black Dragon Society came to the town's park, which was densely vegetated, full of wildlife, and actually had a few wild wolves.

However, the aura emanating from Duanmu Xiong's body, let alone animals, even those wild wolves were trembling and lying on their stomachs, not daring to move.

Duanmu Xiong was quick and went straight to the other side of the park.

Suddenly.

He stopped.

The keen perception of the Xuan Realm told him that there was someone in front of him!

Sure enough.

In the dappled light and shadow cast by the sunlight through the gaps in the leaves, someone stepped out.

A foot shattered the light and shadow.

The red woodcarved mask of the opera is still obvious, and then Duanmu Xiong saw the black hair under the mottled light and shadow, the pale red eyes behind the woodcarved mask, and the slightly thin but explosive figure.

The indescribable sense of oppression made Duanmu Xiong, a master of the Xuan Realm, unconsciously take a step back.

Duanmu Xiong asked uncertainly, "Are you a red ghost?"

Luo Yan nodded slightly, and then activated the Dragon Ryu Blood Essence, and a fierce aura immediately poured out from his body and soared straight into the sky.

Duanmu Xiong suddenly felt the scene in front of him, grass, trees, light and shadow, and human figures.

Everything, everything, seems to be somewhat distorted, ghosting, flickering and alternating colors.

He seemed to see a deep, viscous darkness gushing out of Luo Yan's body.

They formed a figure in mid-air, with lizard-like heads, blood-red eyes, mouths full of fangs, human-like bodies, dagger-sharp claws.

Then the figure spread out, turning into a deep darkness that enveloped the sky and spread downward, enveloping all sides.

Let Duanmu Xiong fall into a dark world.

In this pitch-black world, he saw two crimson corners appear on the top of Luo Yan's head.

On the surface of the skin in the air, scales quickly floated, and on the shoulders and arms, more illusory, armor-like cuticles appeared, transforming into exoskeleton armor-like things.

On his chest, after a cloud of red light lit up, more golden lines appeared and extended out, and finally, some dark red aura was like smoke and mist, surging gently around Luo Yan, making Luo Yan's figure loom.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Luo Yan was not the same

Humans, Duanmu Xiong only felt that if he closed his eyes, he would mistakenly think that he was facing a giant beast!

"You, what are you—"

Duanmuxiong took a few steps back, and saw Luo Yan raise his hand, stretch out a finger, and point at him.

Meantime.

The sky roared.

Above Duanmu Xiong's eyes, there seemed to be an electric light.

When he looked up, he saw a gray-blue lightning bolt descend in an instant, brightening his vision!

Bang!

A thunderbolt slashed at Duanmu Xiong's body, and the bright light that could not be seen directly drowned the figure of the president, and in the bright light, Duanmu Xiong screamed and threw away.

He crashed into an old tree and fell to the ground again.

Duanmuxiong's hair stood up, bent and burnt, but patches of hoarfrost appeared on his face, as if he had just returned from the snowstorm, but the backs of his hands showed signs of decay, and a little yellow pus oozed from under the erosive skin.

A lightning bolt that has the characteristics of Wuzhi Qi, Lubi Corpse and Demon Dragon Mist at the same time.

Syllable.

Duanmu Xiong heard the sound of breaking the air.

Then a fist landed on his face, and he heard the sound of a broken nasal bone.

Then another punch hit him in the jaw, sending him flying.

With a final kick in his chest, Duanmu Xiong flew out like a broken kite and was imprinted on a wall.

The walls sank silently and shattered, and Duanmu fell into the room with the crumbling rubble.

It was only then that blood poured out of his mouth, nostrils, and the corners of his eyes.

How so?

How so!

Duanmuxiong's mind was in disarray.

As a Tongxuan realm, even if he has just broken through, he only has the realm of the first layer.

But under the attack of the other party, he couldn't fight back, only to be beaten!

He doesn't understand!

He doesn't know where he loses!

Duanmu Xiong only knew that every time the other party attacked, the operation of the Xuan Qi in his body was interrupted, and he couldn't even operate the exercises freely!

I can only barely protect myself.

But how long can he hold on?

Duanmu Xiong regretted it.

I really regret it!

Regret that I shouldn't have fought against the Spring God Creature.

regrets that I shouldn't have set up a game and wanted to ambush the other party.

He got up and closed his mouth, which was still pouring blood, "Wait..."

At this time.

Duanmu Xiong's eyes saw a figure walking like a demon god.

The man raised his right hand, and a smear of crimson light emanated from his fingertips.

A light like claws.

Then the right hand was raised in the air.

Grab it again.

Five claw-like blood rays instantly made Duanmu Xiong's vision fall apart!

The roar that sounded from the park in the distance made the round-faced cadres of the Black Dragon Society tremble, and he looked in that direction, only to see five blood-colored rays of light swinging down like sharp claws.

When the red light and shadow remained in the air, the dust and smoke in the park were stirring, and the building of the management office was dislocated and sliding, and disappeared from the field of vision of the round-faced cadres in a blink of an eye.

"Look, let's go!"

Yang Hao impatiently slapped the cadre's fat face with a knife: "If it weren't for what Mr. said, I would have left you a dog's life, and I would have sent you to see Hades a long time ago, where would I give you a chance to look around!"

The round-faced cadre shrank his neck, hurriedly said yes, and hurried forward, and after a while, he saw another cadre, and the man with a horse's face was thrown to the ground, and he looked at him with four eyes, and was speechless for a while.