For Wei Qiqi, since this battle is inevitable, and must not be lost and must be won, then life and death are in the hands of Qingming, and he did his best to take advantage of a qiē advantage to win the opponent cleanly, avoid exposing the hole cards as much as possible, and leave a hand for the year-end gambling game. Therefore, to everyone's surprise, he went around behind Jiang Yongshou and slashed out with a sword in an almost sneak attack, never leaving his hand.

"It's really ruthless!" Qingming stretched out his little hand and pinched it, and before the three fingers could be closed, he took it back.

The dragon-shaped sword moved in response to the thought, moving from static to only in an instant, it was able to block the Zangxue Sword, the sword body shook rapidly, and before it had time to exert its strength, the Zangxue Sword touched and retracted, bounced up three inches, and slashed down again. The two swords intersected again, "Zheng" made a loud noise, and the aftermath was endless, Wei Qiqi was like a tiger descending the mountain, and a fist hit him in the back, and the strong wind raged, stirring up flying snow.

Jiang Yongshou sighed secretly, resentment rushed into his brain, and the dragon blood veins that were deeply locked in his body turned over the river and the sea boiled, and he turned his elbow sideways, and fought hard with Wei Seventeen.

With his fists and elbows intersecting, Jiang Yongshou couldn't help but slide forward, his hands and feet ploughed out several deep marks on the snow, Wei Qiqi flew backwards in the air, pointed to the ground on tiptoe, and retreated several feet in a row to stabilize his body. He frowned, Fang Cai's punch seemed to hit the cold and slippery scales, and the moment he spit out the true yuan, the fist slipped slightly, and he didn't completely eat the force.

Jiang Yongshou roared angrily, and the cyan scales quickly covered the whole body, overlapping and overlapping, layer by layer, like dense armor, the thin face was stretched and deformed, the tail vertebrae were stretched into a tail, and the ten fingers turned into sharp claws, turning into a monster with a dragon head and a human body.

"Senior brother!" Pan Yun shouted, his fear overflowing.

In order to compete for the opportunity to enter the gambling game, Jiang Yongshou did not hesitate to fight with the disciples recommended by the three elders Ding Yuan, Xu Yong, and Situ Kong. The natal supernatural power is maintained by the natal flying sword, the dragon-shaped sword is damaged, the supernatural power is unsustainable, many powerful means cannot be used, he has no way out, he can only urge the power of the bloodline and forcibly transform into a form.

The shemale hybrid inherits the bloodline of the demon race, and the power of the bloodline is its strongest and last resort, which generally has two effects: transformation and law phase, and the transformation is to transform the body into the demon race, similar to "showing the original form", and the law phase refers to the condensation of the law body outside the body, similar to the "incarnation outside the body". Jiang Yongshou can perform the technique of "transformation" and "dragonize" the body, but limited by the bloodline, he can only transform half, and cannot completely transform into a dragon.

Rao is like this, the "half-dragon" is enough to make him stand out and be proud of his peers, Guan Canghai is so powerful, he can only be defeated by hatred. However, the power of the blood veins is extremely damaging to the body, and Jiang Yongshou himself is deeply troubled by the qi of hardware, and he will not do this to quench his thirst unless he is forced to do so.

His limbs were filled with violent power, and the feeling of holding the country in his hands made him intoxicated, but every time he urged the power of the bloodline, he was risking his life, sliding step by step into the abyss of death, not knowing when he would be swallowed up by darkness. Jiang Yongshou retracted his mind, withdrew the dragon-shaped sword, and inserted it with his backhand, sinking into the backbone from the back of his neck, leaving only a short hilt.

Wei Qiqi also withdrew the Hidden Snow Sword, turned into a sword pill and hid it in the palm of his hand, vaguely aware of the abnormality, the blood of the snake he inherited was too thin, and he usually had no reaction to the dragon, only when he went all out to urge the power of the bloodline, he felt a trace of commotion and uneasiness.

Jiang Yongshou's eyes rounded, his pupils shrunk into a vertical line of yellow and green, his skinny shoulders shrugged, and there was a series of chaotic sounds on his back, and he suddenly opened his big mouth and spewed out three sword qi, colliding with each other, gathering for a moment, scattering for a moment, and constantly changing direction.

The distance of several zhang was fleeting, and the sword qi penetrated Wei Qiqi's body, but it hit a phantom and disappeared.

With the natal flying sword as the medium, the true yuan is released, and it resembles sword qi, after all, it is different from the real sword qi, and it is impossible to cruise around, from the heart, Jiang Yongshou only has the power of this blow, in vain, seeing that the other party's body method is so fast, he can't help but gasp.

Wei Qiqi performed the "Ghost Shadow Step", appeared beside Jiang Yongshou suddenly, and smashed a fist at his head, Jiang Yongshou smiled cruelly and did not dodge, his feet sank into the soil up to his calves, and he lowered his head and bumped into it. The fist was on the flesh, there was a muffled sound, Wei Qiqi's arm was sore, and he took more than ten steps back, Jiang Yongshou was not happy, as if he was grabbed by an invisible hand on the back of his neck, pulled out of the soil, staggered and unstable, his eyes widened, he shook his head vigorously, and he felt dizzy.

Wei Qiqi urged Zhenyuan, rubbed his body and went up again, his fist was like a meteor, and he treated the opponent as a human-shaped sandbag, and beat him all indiscriminately. Although Jiang Yongshou was strong and protected by dragon scales after he turned into a half-dragon, his movements were a lot sluggish, he stretched out his claws to catch the left and the right, and he couldn't touch Wei Qiqi's shadow at all.

Concern is chaos, Pan Yun is anxious on the side, senior brother urges the power of the blood, invulnerable, water and fire are difficult to hurt, the dragon scales are hard and incomparable, enough to resist the sword qi, ordinary sword cultivators have no way to start, they can only abandon the sword and admit defeat, but Wei Seventeen is different, he is successful in refining his body, his actions are like the wind, although he can't break the dragon scales in a hurry, it is enough to entangle him, senior brother...... And how long will he be able to hold out?

During the fight, Wei Qiqi suddenly threw the sword pill, popped out the Hidden Snow Sword, stabbed into his flank, and could not enter if he fell into it. Jiang Yongshou snorted, opened his claws and grabbed the blade, Wei Qiqi's heart moved, and the Zangxue Sword turned into a sword pill again, and swept past his claws.

Wei Qiyi suddenly made his fist, and suddenly took out his sword, and finally tested Jiang Yongshou's weakness, eyes, ears, lower yin, and tail jiri, he singled out the key points that these dragon scales could not cover, and shot faster and faster. Jiang Yongshou guessed that the other party's elusive body method could not last, but helplessly, he urged the power of the blood vein to transform into shape, which also could not last, only for a moment, the joints were sore, the viscera was damaged, the ears were thundering, the hardware was about to move, and the body was in danger of collapse.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still a trace of clarity in his heart, he crossed his arms into a cross, blocked the opponent's punch and sword, and said in a deep voice: "I admit defeat!"

Wei Qiqi immediately took a few steps back, put away the Zangxue Sword, secretly felt frightened, tiredness came like a tide, engulfing him in an instant, he froze in place, his heart was like a drum, almost jumping out of his throat, his limbs did not obey the call, and it was extremely difficult to even move his fingers. Performing the "Ghost Shadow Step" is extremely burdensome to the body, he has never forced himself to the point where the lamp runs out, if Jiang Yongshou insists on a moment longer, he can only pull out the iron rod and give it a fight.

Jiang Yongshou gathered the power of the blood, the dragon scales around his body gradually subsided, his head and hands returned to their original state, the tail vertebrae retracted into his body, his thin body was crooked, and he fell straight into the snow, unconscious, thick blood oozed out from the seven orifices, and the injury was like a torrent, and his life was tied to the first line.

Pan Yun screamed and rushed forward, hugged his senior brother in his arms, crying and screaming, heartbroken. Qingming took a red pill and flicked it into her palm, and said: "If you take this pill, it will be okay to raise it for a year and a half, remember, no one can save him if you urge the power of the bloodline!"

Pan Yunlian thanked him, and while he was grateful, he glared at Wei Qiqi fiercely, without hiding the viciousness and hatred in his heart, and he couldn't hide it. Two completely different expressions are presented on the face at the same time, what a dissonance!