Su Luoheng's eyes shone slightly, not retreating, but advancing. With a flick of his wrist, the golden dragon spear in his hand stabbed forward one after another golden spear shadows, meeting the huge dark dragon claw that was pressed down in the air.

The golden light collides with the black light.

Each golden spear shadow slammed into the dark dragon's claws, creating a violent fluctuation. Under the continuous piercing of the golden dragon lance, the black dragon claws gradually became thin and dull.

The spear in Su Luoheng's hand shook, like a swimming dragon, and the dark dragon claws were shattered one after another, and finally turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

However, although the dragon claws collapsed, the energy generated by the collapse of these dark dragon claws did not disappear with them, but turned into silk threads like maggots attached to the bones, and constantly attached to the golden dragon lance.

Tiny black streaks of light continued to penetrate into the inside of the dragon lance. Gradually, the originally brilliant golden dragon spear faintly glowed with a hint of gray-black. Cast a cloud of gloom.

It is like a toxin hidden in the human body, seemingly inconspicuous and does not cause any serious effects, but it spreads and expands silently. By the time it broke out, it was already hard to return.

"Bang bang bang-"

Su Luoheng didn't seem to notice the changes in the body of the gun. It's just that in his pupils, the hands like clocks are constantly turning.

The spear was like thunder, and it swung out golden rays again, instantly shattering the remaining dark dragon claws. Raise your gun and rush forward.

"That's it!"

Long Xiaoyao raised his right arm and grabbed the camera in the air.

In an instant, the dark energy surged suddenly, and the rich black qi churned endlessly, instantly covering every inch of the golden dragon lance. Let it stagnate in mid-air, and no more advance.

"Buzz—"

The black mist rose, and the dark energy swirled like a whirlpool, and a strong suction force came out of it. Pulling the golden dragon lance, he kept moving closer to the position of the dragon.

Although bloodline suppression is strong, it is not omnipotent. After several battles, Long Xiaoyao has adapted to the bloodline suppression brought by the golden dragon spear and found a way to deal with it.

Su Luoheng flicked his wrist and wanted to withdraw the golden dragon spear, but found it difficult to get rid of the restraint of this force. The body of the gun shook rapidly, and there were faint signs of coming out of his hand.

"It's too late!"

Long Yaoyao's deep voice sounded.

In the next moment, the black mist surged wildly.

In a burst of dragon roars, the huge dark dragon head condensed behind him, and the dark energy like a monstrous wave spewed out towards Su Luoheng.

"Boom-"

Space is distorted, energy is stirred.

At this moment, Su Luoheng was still wrestling with the golden dragon spear.

For a moment, it is difficult to get rid of.

Faced with the dark dragon's breath pouring down like a mountain of seas, there were only two choices in front of him.

Or, resist this dark dragon's breath.

Or, give up control of the Golden Dragon Lance.

This is how Long Yao dealt with the suppression of the Golden Dragon Lance.

His purpose was clear, whether it was the dragon claw that began to be released or the dark dragon breath, the intention of all the attacks was to seize the golden dragon spear in Su Luoheng's hand.

If you give up the Golden Dragon Lance, then if you lose the suppression of the Dragon God bloodline, how can Su Luoheng, a Seven-Ring Soul Saint, fight with yourself?

On the contrary, if the head is hard to resist the dark dragon's breath, then this battle can basically be drawn in advance. Extreme Douluo's all-out blow was no joke.

In addition, he was interested in the gun.

I want to use it to test my guesses.

"Little one, what would you choose?"

Long Xiaoyao guessed in his heart.

However, no matter which choice is made, Su Luoheng is doomed to failure.

When he didn't discover and remove the dark energy attached to the golden dragon spear at the first time, he was already doomed to the situation he was going to face at this moment.

……

……

"Boom-"

Darkness shrouded the entire night, as if the dark dragon breath gushing out of the Nine Shadows Abyss suddenly erupted, and the thick dark energy caused everything around to be swallowed up in strange darkness. The suffocating breath hit quickly.

Under Long Yaoyao's gaze, Su Luoheng did not hesitate at all, and immediately threw out the golden dragon spear in his hand. The flying soul guide behind it activated, and the blue light wings unfolded, like a flash of light in the night, leaving a narrow arc in the air, quickly moving away.

Long Xiaoyao was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Su Luoheng to give up such a divine weapon as the golden dragon spear without hesitation. Although the process was a little different, the result was what he expected.

The dark dragon's breath rushed in, and the moment the golden dragon spear left its hand, it engulfed it.

Then, with a wave of Long Yaoyao's left hand, the spear also rolled back and fell into his hand safely.

The dark energy gradually dissipated. The golden glow blooms again. Facing this dragon god aura that had terrified the Dark Holy Dragon Martial Soul, a trace of fire flashed in Long Xiaoyao's originally calm eyes.

He clearly felt that after coming into contact with the aura of the Dragon God, the power of the Dark Holy Dragon Martial Spirit was stronger than ever. This confirmed his previous speculation: this gun was a huge help to his martial soul improvement!

Perhaps, he will also have a chance to increase his martial soul level!

Now, as Long Xiaoyao, who is at the level of Extreme Douluo, his level has reached the peak of the soul master realm. Going one step further is almost unsustainable unless there is another opportunity.

And now, with a glimmer of hope and one more possibility, Rao is a person with a strong mind like him can't help but feel excited.

After all, no one will refuse the opportunity to become stronger.

However, these things will be put aside for the time being, and we will learn about this battle first.

"Young man, you've lost."

"Without this gun, you are no match for the old man."

Long Yao was suspended in mid-air, his tone calm.

Looking down at Su Luoheng with indifferent eyes, it was like facing the prey that was about to arrive, and he was completely a winner. There is a mixture of appreciation and regret.

It must be admitted that Su Luoheng's strength is very strong, and he forced himself into danger just now. If the strength is stronger, let alone reaching Super Douluo, even a Title Douluo may make you pay a heavy price.

It's a pity that at this moment, he is just a warrior with the identity of the Seven-Ring Soul Saint.

Without the power of the Golden Dragon Lance, how could he fight with him?

In his opinion, the battle is over.

Such a genius, it's a pity that he will fall here today.

“……”

Long Xiaoyao sighed secretly in his heart.

Immediately, he clutched the golden dragon spear he had just gotten, and a mighty and majestic dark power poured into the spear along his palm.

"Roar—"

A dragon roared, and a thick black fog rolled up.

The whole world seemed to be filled with darkness, and soon a huge and powerful dark dragon was formed. The dark holy dragon that fused with the aura of the dragon god was even more fierce and terrifying than the one condensed before.

(End of chapter)