The small feather sword full of red spiritual light that was transformed by spiritual power quickly struck at the eye of fire, like a passing sunset, burning a sky.

The moment the Spiritual Feather Sword collided with the Fire Eye, a roaring sound resounded through the valley. The fireball that pierced through the eye of fire fell apart in the blink of an eye, falling to the ground like a meteor.

The obsidian three-headed dragon didn't expect Xu Moling's skill to be so high, and he easily cracked its fireball. It was surprised and excited in its heart, flew in front of Xu Moling, roared a few times provocatively, and then used the two dragon heads with fire dragon attributes on the left and right to suck the polar fire on the ground and swept towards Xu Moling.

Xu Moling wanted to find Bailing quietly, hand over the communication stone to Bailing and leave here, but he didn't expect to alarm the obsidian three-headed dragon in the valley. He had heard from the little demons that this obsidian three-headed dragon was a mount that Nian Yun spent a lot of spiritual power to finally capture and tame a hundred years ago, and it has always been very precious.

He made Nianyun angry first, and quietly came here to pass the word stone to Bailing, which is a violation of Nianyun's ban, how can he easily hurt Nianyun's baby mount and make Nianyun sad?

Although Xu Moling knew that as long as he concentrated his spiritual power on the feather sword, he could cut off the left and right ends of the obsidian three-headed dragon and prevent it from spewing extremely dangerous polar fire, but in order not to make Nian Yun sad, he still risked being injured by the polar fire and even being consumed by the polar fire, and it was difficult for him to dodge the sword.

The obsidian three-headed dragon didn't know Xu Moling's concession, it only thought that Xu Moling was a person whose strength was on par with it. As long as it doesn't stop first, Xu Moling can't avoid it or hurt it, so he can only keep playing games with it that will be burned to death by the polar fire if he can't dodge.

The more the obsidian three-headed dragon couldn't burn Xu Moling, the more excited it became, the left and right faucets were not enough to breathe fire, and they simply used the main faucet to absorb the extremely blazing fire above the lava and spray it towards Xu Moling to prevent Xu Moling from dodging, wanting to trap Xu Moling to death in a place where the polar fire that could be sprayed by it could easily burn, and Xu Moling would be like a little ant on a hot pot, playing to death little by little.

The space where Xu Moling dodged was constantly shrunk by the obsidian three-headed dragon, and the feather sword under his feet was swallowed up by the flames swept by the obsidian three-headed dragon several times, causing him to almost fall into the polar fire on the ground.

The skin on Xu Moling's face and arms was also constantly scorched by the scorching fire spewed by the obsidian three-headed dragon, burning shocking wounds one after another, but even so, Xu Moling still struggled to defend instead of attack. As a last resort, Xu Moling really didn't want to hurt the obsidian three-headed dragon and make Nianyun sad.

However, the obsidian three-headed dragon gradually grew tired of the lengthy tug-of-war, it roared in the sky, rushed into the air, and constantly circled, summoning the cloud of the fire dragon, helping it quickly melt the polar fire in the vast range, preparing to cast the polar fire sea on the area where Xu Moling was located.

The polar fire on the ground is constantly being absorbed into the fire clouds. Above the air, the waves and clouds are treacherous, the red light looms, surging like the sea, once it is cast, it will burn ten miles of fire, and the living beings will be cut off.

Xu Moling only temporarily opened up his muscles and veins, and he couldn't freely use the superior spells in "Sword Feather Yang", and it was difficult to guarantee that he could successfully escape from the polar fire, and as long as he couldn't escape, he would be completely devoured by the polar fire and the primordial spirit, and it would be difficult to resurrect.

At the moment of life and death, Xu Moling had no choice but to make a move to stop the reckless behavior of the obsidian three-headed dragon!

"It's only for the sake of your master's face that I show mercy to my subordinates, and I don't want to hurt you hard. Xu Moling urged the exercises, solemnly warned the obsidian three-headed dragon in a loud voice, and at the same time recited the trick to set himself in the air, gathered a body of spiritual power, concentrated on the feather sword, and used the "Sword Feather Yang", the fastest and most rigid method crane spread out in the air, and struck the feather sword towards the obsidian three-headed dragon.

The jade-colored feather sword was full of energy, and after fighting with the obsidian three-headed dragon for a moment, it easily cut off a thick dragon horn on the main dragon head in the center of the obsidian three-headed dragon.

The dragon horn is the most precious thing on the dragon clan's body, and it was suddenly cut off, and the obsidian three-headed dragon suddenly bled like an infusion, and was shocked. It circled through the fire clouds with some irritation, staring at Xu Moling with angry blue eyes, speculating whether Xu Moling was really as he said, and deliberately showed mercy.

The obsidian three-headed dragon stared at Xu Moling carefully for a long time, and saw Xu Moling, who was covered in bruises on the surface, holding the swirling Qingguang Feather Sword, standing in the air, looking back at its eyes without fear, and the righteousness between the eyebrows and eyes was awe-inspiring, but he was calm and relaxed. It seems that Xu Moling just invoked less than one or two percent of the exercises to teach it a lesson, and waited for it to continue to provoke at any time, so that he could have an excuse to deal with Nian Yun and take the opportunity to beat it violently.

The obsidian three-headed dragon thought that no matter how it sped up the speed of its attack before, Xu Moling could avoid the polar fire it spewed, and he couldn't help but be a little worried in his heart, Xu Moling's real skills were much higher than it, and if he threw the polar fire and angered Xu Moling, he would be taught a lesson even more ruthlessly.

Isn't it the same when Nian Yun captured it, first showing weakness to it, and then waiting for it to be almost presumptuous, and then cleaning it up fiercely? The obsidian three-headed dragon didn't want to experience the shadow of the past again, and the wound on his head also needed to be treated, so he could only quietly spray fire in the clouds unconvinced, flick his tail, roll up the half-cut dragon horn that fell to the ground, and leave.

When the obsidian three-headed dragon completely disappeared, Xu Moling couldn't support it at all, and fell heavily from the air to the scorching ground, fainting.