When Xiahou Shaohuai heard this deafening thunder, he couldn't help but look up at Yan Gexing, who trapped himself in the purple lightning thunder cage, and knew that if he couldn't break through this purple lightning thunder cage, then he would be chopped to death by this thunderbolt that gradually condensed.

Xiahou Shaohuai couldn't help but use the strongest killing move of the Xiahou clan, the magic sword and the purple lightning rod collided with each other and made a huge sound, and Xiahou Shaohuai actually split the purple lightning thunder cage.

Yan Gexing withdrew the Hell Flame in mid-air, and the Hell Flame turned into his forehead very obediently, forming the original flame mark.

Xiahou Shaohuai used the magic sword directly into his chest, and a large amount of blood in his heart was absorbed by the magic sword, flashing the original cyan color of the magic sword.

Xiahou Shaohuai couldn't help but raise the cyan magic sword high, and the wind that rose from it turned into the cyan magic sword on the scroll one by one.

"Then let you see the power of the ancient divine sword that our Xiahou clan has inherited for thousands of years, the Qinglong Sword!"

I saw that those wind scrolls actually formed a cyan dragon in mid-air, and the body of the green dragon couldn't help but become bigger and bigger, and the cyan scales on its body also flashed with blue-gold light, and a green dragon holding the wind was gradually forming in the air.

Mo Jiyu and Yan Gexing couldn't help but be a little surprised when they looked at the huge and majestic green dragon, and then pursed their lips.

This is the move made by the wind howl last time, how can Xiahou Shaohuai do the same move, and this move is not easy to deal with at all.

Yan Gexing looked at the huge cyan dragon entrenched in mid-air, and couldn't help but point the broken sword into the air, and countless purple lightning began to rush into the air, and began to condense a purple dragon.

Mo Jiyu saw that Yan Gexing was condensing this purple dragon, and knew that he must be seriously injured, who knew that in the next second, the wine on his body fell a barrier, and it was Yan Gexing who opened a high-level protective magic weapon for himself.

Xiahou Shaohuai also saw that Yan Gexing was condensing this purple dragon, and couldn't help sneering, it turned out that what happened in Linggetai was true, and Yan Gexing could really condense the purple dragon.

And at this moment, a huge dragon groan sounded in the air, and the green dragon in charge of the wind moved his body, looking at the thunder and lightning purple dragon on the opposite side that had condensed into a body but had not yet opened his eyes, and showed a contemptuous smile.

"It seems that the Thunder Dragon of the Palace Breaker Palace Master is nothing more than that. Xiahou Shaohuai couldn't help but smile and said to Yan Ge.

Hearing Xiahou Shaohuai's words, Yan Gexing frowned a little worriedly, and then heard the dragon's groan from the purple dragon who was in charge of thunder and lightning.

Yan Gexing opened his eyes, and the faint golden light and purple light appeared in his eyes, looking at the golden light and blue light emanating from Xiahou Shaohuai's eyes, he couldn't help but mock: "Then I don't know if this body of Xiahou Shaohuai can withstand the green dragon you have condensed?"

Xiahou Shaohuai didn't say anything, just looked at him coldly, indeed he used the strongest trick of the Xiahou clan - the green dragon roar, and also sacrificed some atavistic blood to condense this green dragon, his body really couldn't last long.

And at this time, Yan Gexing made a move, he held a broken sword that flashed with gold and purple in his hand, and the original red flame mark on his forehead also completely turned golden, and the momentum on his body was even more incomparable, faintly broken, and directly suppressed the momentum on the green dragon.

Seeing this, Xiahou Shaohuai bit his lip fiercely, his eyes were full of unwillingness and jealousy, why should he, a person with the blood of a god, be trampled under the feet of this humble person!

The purple electric dragon stretched its body in the air, staring at the green dragon holding the wind with its purple dragon eyes, and the tail of the dragon behind it swayed, and it hit it directly.

The green dragon hurriedly dodged the attack of the purple thunder dragon, and the two dragons fought in mid-air, fighting a dim, landslide and crack, and the momentum of the purple dragon was so strong that it directly suppressed the green dragon.

And Yan Gexing and Xiahou Shaohuai were fighting against each other with their respective magic swords, and the two of them were desperate to use their most ruthless killing moves, and the robes on the two of them were cut by those fierce killing moves.

And the green dragon that was fighting in mid-air was smashed by a claw of the purple thunder dragon, Xiahou Shaohuai covered his chest, looking at the large amount of blood coming out of the white robe, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In that case, let's all die together!

He held the cyan magic sword, slammed it into the ground, and roared: "The mountain collapses and the ground cracks!"

The ground began to tremble violently, and cracks began to appear in the ground, tearing open a huge black hole.

Mo Jiyu and Yan Gexing didn't have time to react at all, so they fell into this huge crack, and Xiahou Shaohuai also spit out a mouthful of blood, holding the magic sword and falling into this huge crack, his body slowly began to shatter, and finally completely disappeared into this crack.

Mo Jiyu couldn't help but turn her head to look down, only to see that the place where she was about to fall was a blood-red and misty lake, and the red mist around her swept towards her at some point, dragging her into the lake

And Yan Gexing saw her being dragged into the lake by the red mist in mid-air, and some images suddenly flashed in her mind: the sound of the flesh breaking from the magic sword piercing her chest, the desperate eyes when the man stretched out his hand to grab him, the pain like scraping bones, and the sweet sound of "Brother Yan" of a person.

He had a splitting headache but couldn't care about it, he just followed his heart into the lake without resistance when the red mist swept over him, and the mask on his face fell off, revealing his original face.

Mo Jiyu, who was drowned in the pool of blood, only felt that her qi was not enough, and then she choked on a mouthful of water, a sharp pain came from her throat, and she closed her eyes in despair after calling the system many times in her mind without getting a response.

At this time, someone came across the waves, grabbed her waist, kissed her on the lips, and gave her breath.

The feeling of suddenly coming to life made Mo Jiyu can't help but open her eyes, she looked at his familiar face and trembled fiercely in her heart, it was Brother Yan.

Yan Gexing hugged Rao's waist and put the person on the water, Mo Jiyu was soaked and coughed, her long wet hair was clinging to her slender back, and the people watching were distressed.

Moreover, the clothes she was wearing were too thin, so that Yan Gexing suddenly saw her skin that was originally covered by the clothes, and looked away a little unnaturally.

"Is Xiahou Shaohuai dead?" Mo Jiyu couldn't help asking, his voice had become very hoarse just now because of the incessant coughing.

Yan Gexing scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, but found no trace of Xiahou Shaohuai, and finally he nodded: "It should be dead." ”