"That... ”

Lan Huaxin looked down at Chen Jiu who was leaning on him a little helplessly, he really couldn't stand the blood on Chen Jiu's body, so he had to knock him a little presumptuously:

"Mo Tong-kun, are you leaning on it in a different place... ”

"Over to you. ”

Although Lan Moxin couldn't stand the blood and the smell of not taking a bath for more than ten days, he decisively picked up Chen Jiu and gently put him in Xu Yuanshan's arms.

As he spoke, the two of them took out their swords and faced the twelve-zhang white dragon and the strong man in animal skin, and their bells and whistles swordsmanship was quite imposing. Lan Huaxin clanged out his sword, and he couldn't even hit a single scale on the white dragon's body, but was bitten by the white dragon's big mouth to dodge.

Looking at Lan Moxin again, he scuffled with the strong man in the animal skin, and he didn't see the advantage of having a weapon in his hand at all, and Chen Jiu shook his head for a while, struggling to jump up from Xu Yuanshan's arms.

"Lord Motong... YOU HURT ... ”

Xu Yuanshan pointed to Chen Jiu's bleeding right arm, and said resignedly, but was pushed away by Chen Jiuyi:

"Give me a side. ”

When Xu Yuanshan heard this, he had no choice but to pull out his sword and follow behind Chen Jiu from a distance. In the City Lord's Mansion of Changtian City, although Lord Mo Tong usually doesn't take care of things, who doesn't know his stinky temper? Chen Jiu decided that Xu Wen couldn't stop it, let alone Xu Yuanshan.

Chen Jiu's face was still pale, but his previous operation technique had recovered for a while, and his state had recovered slightly, and his cultivation had barely stabilized at a level of king.

It's time to get out and use this throwing knife!

Thinking about it, Chen Jiu untied the belt with the flying knives hanging on it, and three groups of twelve flying knives were thrown into the air by him together.

He was able to fully control the human butcher knife that was once an artifact, and now it was natural for him to control these three groups of twelve flying knives. With his powerful spiritual perception, he instantly locked onto these three groups of twelve flying knives suspended in mid-air.

Poof...

As wisps of black smoke dissipated in the wind and snow, the three groups of twelve throwing knives fell downward like kites with broken strings, but then they took off again, suspended smoothly in the air.

"That's not quite complete. ”

Chen Jiu's left hand grabbed in the air, and the three groups of twelve flying knives were immediately dragged and flying. He checked it again, and as two or three wisps of black smoke vanished, it indicated that the marks left by the blood without a trace had finally been completely eliminated, and he could use the three groups of twelve throwing knives as he pleased.

"Wait, show me!"

Chen Jiu shouted, his hoarse voice was obviously a little towards the blue painting heart that had disliked him before. The figure immediately flew out, only to see countless blurred black-clothed afterimages in the air all the way, flying straight to grab the huge body of the twelve-zhang white dragon.

"Phew, my hands are broken and I'm still so arrogant. ”

The twelve-zhang white dragon transformed by the old man in white breathed, and he was very unimpressed with Chen Jiu, who was seriously injured in his right arm, and said goodbye to the dragon's tail from afar, and swept towards Chen Jiu. And the four dragon claws continued to stalemate with Lan Huaxin, constantly colliding with the gentleman's sword in Lan Huaxin's hand.

This time, the style of painting was suddenly a little abrupt, and Chen Jiu's figure was like a ghost, leaping, and disappeared the moment before it touched the dragon's tail.

Syllable... Click...

It's like the sound of stones falling on the surface of a lake, and it's a bit crisp. However, then there was a tearing, earth-shattering loud sound, and the dragon scales on the dragon's tail exploded in unison, and the white dragon's muscles collapsed, the bones were broken, and the huge body was in shambles.

Chen Jiu appeared in shape, but then appeared behind the dragon's tail, on the left side of his body, two groups of eight flying knives floated up and down in the air, all of them were constantly flowing down a stream of viscous blood, the cold light of the blade, mixed with the blood, coupled with Chen Jiu's murderous aura, terrifying.

Whew...

Immediately, the twelve-foot white dragon's painful roar came, and his huge dragon tail had been completely broken and fell to the ground. In pain, he jumped up and down, flapping on the ground, and tried to attack Chen Jiu who was standing in the air in the distance.

On his left hand, between Chen Jiu's crooked five fingers, he held the last group of four flying knives, turned sideways, and sneered at the twelve-zhang white dragon with chaotic dragon whiskers, no, at this time, it can only be said that it is a ten-zhang white dragon, the broken skin and flesh are drooping, and the blood is slanting down the broken blood vessels, like a waterfall, and the ground is full of scattered dragon scales, which is miserable.

Without the dragon's tail, he could barely keep his balance, just bending and stretching his massive body, exhaling heavily, like a tired ploughing ox, panting and stumbling through the air.

Bang...

Not long after, like a meteor on the edge of the sky, the severed-tailed white dragon crashed to the ground, and the ground trembled, which showed his terrifying weight.

The smell of blood, splashing flesh and blood, mixed with countless ice chips, rushed to the face. The severed-tailed white dragon fluttered and tried to fly, stirring up chaos on the ground, and in this wind and snow, both sides of the people and horses were red-eyed, and there was no difference between friend and foe.

Lan Huaxin was completely stupid, holding the gentleman's sword in his hand, staying far away, looking at Chen Jiu, not daring to step forward. The latter's face turned pale, and the gigantic wound on his right arm had been shattered again by the fierce exchange of lightning and flint that had taken place earlier. On the black clothes, the previous blood had solidified into a brown red, and the bubbling blood splashed in all directions, dripping down his fingertips little by little, falling in the ice and snow, and the still soft snow was particularly dazzling.

"Relief. ”

Seemingly blind to the pain, Chen Jiu's left hand suddenly raised, four cold lights came out together, this group of flying knives was fan-shaped, silently submerged into the wind and snow, piercing into the ground in constant pain, wailing, still a struggling white dragon with a broken tail.

Bite...

This is the sound of a fierce knife piercing the thin dragon scales at the tip of the knife, but the latter is just a mantis arm as a car, and the flying knife is under Chen Jiu's control, and it is like a bamboo sinking into the white dragon's incomparably large body, looking at it from a distance, but it seems that a few needles have been inserted into it.

"Woohoo... Whew... ”

This group of flying knives pierced another part of the white dragon's body with thousands of holes, and a large pool of extremely bloody blood poured out continuously, which showed the terrifying power of this group of four flying knives. However, they are less than one thousandth the size of the white dragon's body, and this scene is shocking when you think about it.

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