Lu Xiaoyuan said: "Well, there are very fierce demonic beasts in it, isn't it?"

The Blue Star Monkey nodded.

Lu Xiaoyuan said: "Then you can stay here obediently and wait for us to come back." As he was about to leave, the Blue Star Monkey jumped on his shoulder again and reached out to hug his helmet.

Lu Xiaoyuan said: "You want to go in too?" The Blue Star Monkey lay on his shoulder, his eyes were half-closed, as if his life was dying, and he pointed to the blue star between his foreheads, and the blue star flickered a few times, and it jumped up, patted his chest, and was in good spirits.

Lu Xiaoyuan knew that it meant that if he was injured, it could be treated, and he was moved in his heart, so he hugged it to the ground and said, "Thank you, don't worry, I won't be hurt." "Step into the Sand Flow Demon Domain.

The 1,000 black-armored soldiers of the Shenxiao Battalion lined up in a neat line, slowly advancing in the reckless yellow sand, like a black pine forest.

Towards the center, the roar of the wind became clearer, and the flat sand was dotted with many whirlpools of various sizes, spinning non-stop. The people of Shuiyue Nunnery know a lot about this place, and Hui Yu said: "The Sandstorm Dragon is lurking here. ”

Lu Xiaoyuan said to the leader of the Shenxiao battalion: "Prepare for battle." ”

The leader of the Shenxiao battalion waved the command flag and commanded his subordinates to arrange the Thunder Prison. His whole body was wrapped in iron armor, and he couldn't transmit luck like Lu Xiaoyuan and Huiyou.

After the preparation of the Shenxiao battalion, the leader lit three artillery battles and threw them between the whirlpools, the artillery battles formed a triangle, several feet apart, and after the explosion, three red lights pierced through the sand and dust, and went straight to the sky.

After a while, the cannonball streaked across the sky and fell near the red light, which was fired by the Extermination Dragon Cannon outside the Sand Flow Demon Domain.

More than a dozen Shenlong cannons attacked at the same time, the scene was extremely spectacular, and the rumbling sound sounded, like a flash flood, a landslide and a tsunami, completely covering the original roar. The cannon fire exploded, burning the yellow air red, and everyone watched as they felt like they were in a furnace.

The soldiers of the Shenxiao Battalion have been on the battlefield for a long time, and their expressions are indifferent, but Lu Xiaoyuan and the people of Shuiyue Nunnery have changed their faces, under such an earth-shattering artillery attack, no matter how powerful an individual is, there is no life or death.

The red glow of the artillery was extinguished in a moment, and the shelling stopped. The sound of the bombardment still echoed in their ears, and when everyone looked again, the sand was a mess, and the whirlpools were gone. Suddenly, at a certain point, the yellow sand moved slightly, forming a small whirlpool, which turned faster and faster, and finally expanded to two zhang long, like a meat grinder.

With a snort, a stream of sand poured out of the whirlpool, like a fountain, and the water gradually fell, revealing a huge monster with a spindle-shaped skull, red eyes, and a body covered in rock-like scales, with grains of sand spraying between the gaps in the armor.

The monster was none other than the Sandstorm Dragon, and when it saw the crowd, its eyes lit up with rage, and with a roar, it burst out of the sand, its wings fluttered, and it flew in the air.

Lu Xiaoyuan shouted: "Crazy Thunder Prison, prepare, attack!"

The soldiers in the Thunder Prison started and aimed, and ten extremely thin lightning bolts shot out, one was extremely fast, and the other was that the Sandstorm Dragon's body was huge and its turnover was inconvenient, and ten thunderbolts struck it, knocking it back several feet, and at the same time it roared in pain.

It stopped retreating, opened its mouth, and a strong wind carrying yellow sand blew towards the soldiers. The wind and sand here are all over the sky, the momentum of the strong wind is not reduced, but it is enhanced, and when it is almost in front of everyone, it is whistling and whirling, like a demon dragon that chooses people and devours.

The soldiers had already dodged, but the two Thunder Prisons aimed at by the strong wind moved slowly, but they couldn't dodge. Lu Xiaoyuan resisted with a horizontal sword, and was involuntarily retreated backwards by the strong wind, retreating two feet away, and his calves were already deep in the sand.

Shuiyue'an nuns stepped on their companions, forming a human wall, Hui Youjiao screamed, the silver rods of the nuns were pointed out at the same time, more than 30 points of thunder light connected into a thunder net, the strong wind was blocked by Lu Xiaoyuan, the momentum has weakened a lot, hit the thunder net, and dissipated after a while.

Lu Xiaoyuan shouted: "Fight closely!" rushed up, at this time the second strong wind struck, and he resisted with all his luck, although this time the distance was closer, the strength of the strong wind was not as good as the first time, and he was still disturbed by the true qi.

Huiyou and the others followed behind Lu Xiaoyuan, and when they saw Lu Xiaoyuan stop to resist the strong wind, they stopped for the time being, so as not to withstand the frontal attack of the Sandstorm Dragon.

Lu Xiaoyuan blocked the strong wind, his body shook, and he had reached the front of the mad dragon, rising from the ground, "Break the waves!" The bronze sword slashed towards the head of the sandstorm dragon.

The Sandstorm Dragon collided head-on, and with a "dang" sound, it was knocked to the ground by the force of the broken wave.

Lu Xiaoyuan said in his heart: "This monster is not very good at hand-to-hand combat. With a move, the "Sword of the Great River" was inserted diagonally, and the Sandstorm Dragon opened its mouth and exhaled, spewing out a strong wind to block the sword thorn, and took the opportunity to fly.

At this time, it was bombarded by several thunderbolts, its wings flapped a few times, and the air flow around its body swirled, forming a sand cover, which could not penetrate and could not hurt it.

The nuns of the Suigetsu Nunnery formed a circle and threw the silver rod at the dragon, and the dragon either dodged, or dropped it with its claws, and the silver rod hit the air, and automatically returned to the hands of the nuns, although it could not hurt the dragon, but also greatly distracted its attention.

Lu Xiaoyuan stepped up with his sword, and fought with the Sandstorm Dragon in close quarters, leaping and galloping, and slashing out his sword one after another, smashing the Sandstorm Dragon all over his body, and roaring endlessly.

Lu Xiaoyuan shouted: "Work harder!" Seeing that the sandstorm dragon's claws were caught, he jumped and landed on the claws, and jumped again, and the broken waves slashed down the sandstorm dragon's head.

This slash was full of force, splitting the head of the Sandstorm Dragon, the Sandstorm Dragon let out a terrible howl, and the sand cover that protected it disappeared, the damage of the thunder and lightning was tantamount to making it worse, the Sandstorm Dragon landed, fluttered a few times, and then stopped moving.

All the soldiers cheered in unison, more than a dozen nuns took out ropes and walked towards the dragon, but they were stopped by Huiyou, Lu Xiaoyuan saw their actions, a little strange, and was about to ask, when someone suddenly exclaimed: "It... It's not dead yet!"

As soon as Lu Xiaoyuan turned his head, he saw the Sandstorm Dragon running towards him, and was about to swing his sword to give him the final blow, when the Sandstorm Dragon spewed out a strong wind, pushing him far away and jumping into the central sand.

Lu Xiaoyuan chased after him, swung his sword and slashed, and the sword qi entered the sand, like throwing a stone into the water, only splashing a few pieces of sand, and then there was no sound.

Everyone looked at each other and felt sorry. Suddenly, the sound of the wind became sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, and everyone was strange, and the sound of the wind turned into a heavy whistling, which was full of murderous meaning, and the sand and dust in the wind fell and condensed into the form of an iron horseman.

The Sand Flow Demon Domain Station was full of sand soldiers, and the air was free of sand and dust, and it became a lot clearer. A loud call came out of the sand in the central zone, and countless sand soldiers rushed towards the soldiers of the Shenxiao battalion from all directions.

The leader shouted: "Don't panic, round shield formation!" The soldiers moved quickly, and soon formed a large circle, a large circle and a small circle, a circle of each other, a total of six layers, and the Thunder Prison was protected.