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When he opened his eyes, Qin Zheng saw the hideous and terrifying dragon head, which was close to him!

Qin Zheng turned his body in an instant, relied on his amazing explosive power to jump out of several meters to avoid the bite, and jumped towards the dragon's head.

This action had been rehearsed in his heart thousands of times, and if he hadn't had the experience of the Seven Heavens and the Human Realm, he could only use the Great Confucian Spell in the face of such a close attack, but now he was different.

The pitch-black blade emitted a dark light, as if it was groaning, longing to drink blood.

With the blurred speed of the blade slashing down, the strange dragon was cut off by most of the dragon's head, but this was not enough to cause fatal damage to it.

Qin Zheng had been mentally prepared for this for a long time, he was just testing the sword just now.

The half of the lost head of the weird dragon was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing pitch-black flesh buds, and it took advantage of the situation to slap its claws, and the tentacles slapped down, and the earth collapsed, cracking countless cracks.

Qin Zheng didn't choose to fight hard, after all, it was a strange beast of the first eight grades, and he was like a dexterous butterfly to dodge the dragon's attacks again and again, waiting for the opportunity to move. His lower body is as steady as a rock, and no matter how difficult the dodge moves, it will not affect the frequency of his counterattacks.

He easily cut off the tentacles with his black sword, and purple-black blood splashed all over his body, and his desire to fight was high.

Qin Zheng's eyes were always bright, blazing, and he was constantly looking for the location of the strange origin through the six paths.

In the confrontation again and again, Qin Zheng found it. The only place where the weird dragon had normal shaking was in its chest.

Not surprisingly, there it is!

Qin Zheng acted quickly, no longer passively counterattacked, but took the initiative to launch a fierce attack, the most basic sword style showed unexpected power at this time, he was like a god of war.

The tentacles in the sky were wiped out like cutting watermelons, and the strange dragon was angry, and the tentacles merged into one, turning into four sharp claws, and each attack brought a fierce wind.

He swung his sword to meet the force. Jiaolong's claws were indestructible, not comparable to tentacles at all, but they were still left a deep mark by the black sword, and at the same time, Qin Zheng was not comfortable, the tiger's mouth was shattered, and the mouth spat blood kept retreating.

The weird dragon took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the tentacles in the sky were fiercely stabbed.

There was already a certain gap between the Ninth Rank Martial Artist and the Eighth Rank Beast, and Qin Zheng never thought that he could win in terms of strength, but he still had a Great Confucian spell!

The sword pattern in Qin Zheng's flesh and blood began to resonate, and when the strange Jiaolong was attacking, he launched an instantaneous movement, bringing a body of qi and blood to the Jiaolong's chest.

This is a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

Hearing only a bang, Qin Zheng's punch chiseled open the front chest of Jiaolong, and the rotten flesh flew sideways.

The dragon's body was full of black water and maggots, and it was disgusting, and its interior was already just an empty shell.

If you look closely, there is a purple-black lump of flesh beating in the black water and maggots, with various mouthparts growing on it, exuding a rich and strange aura, which makes people feel as if they have fallen into the abyss at a glance, and their backs are cold.

Just as Qin Zheng stabbed out the black sword, suddenly a cold eye opened on the lump of flesh, and then hundreds of eyes opened on the skin at the same time, all staring at Qin Zheng intently, making people panic.

Boom!

Cold black blood splattered from the mouthparts of the strange origin, like cannonballs.

Qin Zheng dodged with agility, but at the same time, he also lost the opportunity to pierce the black bump, and the black blood seemed to be inexhaustible, constantly aiming and strafing.

The frantic Jiaolong launched a new offensive, its two front paws slapped down its chest at high speed, and tentacles burst out of its skin, surging towards Qin Zheng from all directions.

Jiaolong's offensive enveloped Qin Zheng, and it seemed to be a desperate situation.

Qin Zheng has no intention of retreating, there is no way to retreat, why not give it a go? Rapid supernatural activation, he is pushing his own limits. The sword patterns of his whole body resonated, and he urged the power of qi and blood to the strongest state.

The sword in the hand is falling, and everything can be slashed.

Although the amount of black blood and tentacles in the sky had reached a terrifying level, falling like rain, Nightfall seemed to merge with Qin Zheng, cutting through all obstacles in front of him as quickly as possible, and killing a passage.

Finding the right opportunity, Qin Zheng began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, and a pillar of sky-high fire was like a sharp sword piercing the strange origin of the dragon! The sacred flame will burn all evil and purify the strange.

He couldn't get close, but he didn't just have close quarters.

The fire burned, all the black blood evaporated, and the stench of rotten flesh was burned.

As the flames touched, the strange origin kept shaking, and the attack was effective! But that seemed to be enough to destroy it.

Roar!

The dragon opened its huge mouth and roared angrily, deafening like thunder, and its core was hit hard, causing the behemoth to tremble and shake violently.

It spun to crush the human, and its huge tail was like a mountain peak slapping towards it, bringing a howling wind that was shocking.

Qin Zheng dodged quickly, but how could Jiaolong let it escape? The tentacles seemed to open a big net to stop Qin Zheng, and then it swayed upward, rising into the air, and the whole body was stirred with a strange black and purple light, it opened its bloody mouth, and a column of water more than ten meters wide like silt erupted.

This is Long Xiao!

Seeing this, Qin Zheng did not hesitate to launch an teleportation again!

In the next moment, he appeared dozens of meters away, dodging the fierce attack of the strange dragon.

I saw that the mud was all over the ground, and even some of it fell outside the battlefield of corpses, and everything that was hit was dissipated in an instant, swallowed alive by the strange force, and the earth became pitted.

Long Xiao tracked Qin Zheng's figure, making him fall into a short period of passivity, and sure enough, he couldn't underestimate the strange creatures, which made an eight-grade dragon so terrifying.

Qin Zheng ran wildly, and one person and one dragon began to stage a chase drama.

Boom! Boom! Boom! 、

The earth cracked into ravines, and countless corpses were worn away and dissipated into dust. An eerie aura reverberated throughout the corpse battlefield, destroying everything.

The dragon's roar had no intention of stopping, it seemed to spit out the mud like a never-ending madness, trying to make that human fall into the boundless hell for life.

"Is there no end to the energy of the strange creatures? I'm going to see how long you can squirt! ”

Qin Zheng tried to use the flames to resist the dragon roar, but the effect was not optimistic, and the pitch-black silt extinguished the flames in almost an instant, and the evil sect was extremely evil.

At this moment, he had traveled more than ten miles with Jiaolong, and the entire corpse battlefield was the stage for their decisive battle.

Finally, the dragon roar stopped, but its stop was not the end, but the beginning of the nightmare.

The strange dragon roared, and the dark clouds in the sky were summoned by it, only to see the figures of the dragons gradually reflected from it.

Advanced usage of Soaring Clouds: Cloud Clone.

Each dragon capital stared at Qin Zheng with that cold and deep look, and then opened its huge mouth at the same time, spitting out a dragon roar.

More than a dozen streams of silt descended like heavenly pillars, leaving Qin Zheng with no strength to resist.

This is a lore that no one can hide.