Bone-red petals poured out of the car window, hovering in the air of the dense forest, followed by the sound of ping-pong dingdong, and the clear dragon chant whispered in the sound of the car, Lin Yunuo's slightly anxious voice of consolation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xu Qingyun was slightly shocked in his heart, he didn't have to think about it to know, it must be those two people who were not good-tempered people who were fighting again, he hurriedly put the iron pot in his hand on the ground, and didn't care about other things, and rushed directly to the ox cart.

"Bang".

Before Xu Qingyun got close to the carriage, a fierce wind directly blew him to the ground, accompanied by the dragon chant and the falling petals, he could clearly see Fu Qinglime's dragon body more than ten meters long, winding and brutally rushing out of the carriage.

"Lime, let it go!" He was shocked in his heart, because Fu Lime's pair of vigorous dragon claws were holding Ye Leng.

"Rest assured, we're just joking. As he spoke, Fu Qinglime directly swung the dragon's tail and rushed into the sky. But suddenly, she felt her palm burning, her thin eyebrows frowned slightly, and she subconsciously let go of the dragon claws.

Ye Leng Leng had already changed into a clean cyan black robe, and the bone-red petals swirled around her body, which had already burned into a little fire at this time, and the moment Fu Qingling released the dragon's claws, her five slender fingers clenched into fists.

"That's right, it's just a joke!" Ye Leng's little face was full of seriousness and awe, and when she said this, she had already thrown a punch and smashed it on Fu Qingli Bailong's lower abdomen, making her entire dragon body shake slightly.

"Well, that's how it should be played. Fu Qinglime shook the dragon body, feeling the domineering vitality of the girl in front of her, she slowly became serious, the dragon's head lowered slightly, her eyes were gloomy, and she swooped down again against the cold night.

"I advise you not to suppress the realm in Zhuji, because then you will die a miserable death, and I don't need your justice. Ye Leng Leng was covered with bone-red petals, showing extraordinary strength, she looked at the white dragon who swooped down again, directly smashed a punch, and said in a proud cold voice: "Because I am invincible in the same realm!"

"Invincible in the same realm?" Although Fu Qinglime has always suppressed the realm and has no way to use her most powerful technique, she still seems very angry about Ye Lengleng's arrogant attitude, the more she is like this, the more she wants to crush her with the cultivation of the foundation.

One man and one dragon fought fiercely in the middle of the dense forest.

Ye Lengleng relied on the domineering vitality of "The Magic of the Wedding Dress", and could perfectly suppress Fu Qinglime's strong dragon body, but the super durability of the dragon clan and the will to fight without fear of death also continued to defeat Ye Lengleng.

The bone-red petals falling from the sky and the long roaring dragon roar shook the hearts of several people. For the first time, the two of them did not use powerful spells, but relied more on their simple vitality and their own brutal bodies, so they thought about crushing their opponents simply and brutally.

In addition to the shock and worry at the beginning, Xu Qingyun slowly calmed down, and didn't want to deal with these two neuropaths anymore. If he had been strong before, he would have dragged them down one by one and spanked them, and suppressed them with his strength. It's a pity that my current strength is still too low, and it's still an eyesore to find a beating. I can only continue to make a fire and boil water here honestly, so that these big sisters can wash up at night.

It's just that Lin Yunuomei, who was standing next to him, was full of worry in his eyes, and asked with a somewhat anxious expression: "Why don't you stop them? What if they get hurt?"

"Don't worry, they'll be fine. ”

Xu Qingyun put the iron pot full of water on the fire, carefully lit the fire, and in the face of Lin Yunuo's worries and doubts, he sighed with some seriousness: "One is practicing the "Immortal Sutra" of the Dahezhou royal family, and the other is cultivating the most domineering "Wedding Dress Divine Skill" in history, and their level of battle is just a matter of eating and having nothing to do, and daily digestion and exercise. ”

Lin Yunuo frowned at two slender and good-looking eyebrows, she thought about it silently, nodded a little as if she didn't understand, and said, "I hope they don't have anything." ”

The night was deep, the sky was full of stars, the summer cicadas were chirping slightly among the ancient trees and dense forests, Xu Qingyun was lying on the soft grass, except for two sets of thick bedding, there was nothing else to keep warm, even in this warm summer, it looked a little cool and damp.

But fortunately, the vitality of the "Divine Illumination Sutra" in his body has always been slowly circulating in the meridians, and the warm breath can isolate the evaporation of the damp cold, Xu Qingyun's eyes are closed, and the pale hair on his temples looks deep and cold in the moonlight, and he does not want to continue to waste time, he wants to grasp every minute and every second to work hard to cultivate.

Until the middle of the night, the sound of the dragon's chant in mid-air was finally a little tired.

Fu Qinglime's winding dragon body of a hundred meters, the dragon's head hung low, and the night cold and brutal slammed into the mountain range thousands of kilometers away, and the powerful aftermath directly smashed her into the rock wall of the mountain, but Fu Qinglime did not have the slightest joy in her heart, because this situation had happened no less than a hundred times.

I smashed her down every time, and even vomited blood, and the bones sounded with a sound of shattering, but Ye Leng Leng stood up miraculously every time.

This made Fu Qingling feel shocked, she had always felt that her "Immortal Sutra" was the most tenacious exercise in the entire world, with the effect of the flesh and the endless blood. But now that the night is cold, "The Wedding Dress Miracle" not only has that kind of domineering and powerful vitality, but also has a super recovery ability.

This made Fu Qingling very shocked in his heart, although he could abuse her, but the result of not being able to beat her to death still made him very angry.

"That's enough, I'm going to sleep!" Fu Qinglime poked out his vigorous dragon claws, and slapped the night cold again, and he was also a little interested in his heart, wanting to leave directly.

But Ye Lengleng has always been a tempered lord, although he has been defeated repeatedly, but his mind is firm and he has never shown the slightest timidity. She looked at the white dragon who was about to leave, her eyes were full of awe-inspiring battle intent, not only did she not have the slightest fear, but she became more and more courageous.

"Bone red shines on the water. ”

Ye Leng Leng had a solemn face, she bent her fingers, and a crimson ancient mirror appeared in front of her, a trembling mirror like a blood moon, as if reflecting the entire starry sky, directly smashing at Fu Qinglime.

"Is this ......?" Fu Qinglime was slightly shocked in her heart, she looked at the ancient mirror smashed in front of her, she was slightly surprised, but she didn't dare to hesitate at all, the dragon claws poked out, wanting to rely on her powerful body to smash the ancient mirror.

The ancient mirror shattered, turned into a sky full of stars, and fell on Fu Qinglime's winding dragon body for a hundred meters, burning out tiny blood holes.

Roar.

Fu Qingling finally showed her anger, she had always suppressed the same realm as Ye Lengleng, and she didn't use the magic she was best at, she just relied on her body to fight against her, but now Ye Leng's actions completely angered herself.

"Coming back?" she raised her hand again, only to see a crimson ancient mirror appear again in mid-air, only this time it was no longer one, but hundreds of ancient mirrors that seemed to be wrapped in the stars, all of which smashed into herself.

"Okay, let's fight now, I can't beat you!"

Fu Qinglime laughed angrily, and directly spit out two mouthfuls of cool dragon breath, which turned into frost in the sky when it was weathered, and smashed it towards those ancient mirrors majestically.

In the starry sky in the middle of the night, the sound of the ancient mirror shattering was roaring. (To be continued.) )