"Roar" a dragon groan.

The black dragon was completely enraged, regardless of the flames burning on his body, he rushed straight towards Feng Hua, since he couldn't extinguish the flames, he killed Feng Hua directly, maybe it would be extinguished.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Hua also raised his sword to meet him, one person and one dragon raised their speed to the peak, and the two rays of light in the sky, one black and one gold, were constantly impacting, and in an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the whole world seemed to be destroyed by this dragon and one person.

Time passed little by little, the two were still fiercely confronted, the fire on the black dragon's body was still burning, and it could be seen from its expression how intense the pain he was suffering.

The same is true of Feng Hua, whose body, head, and seven orifices are all blood-red, like a bloody person. The strength of the dragon clan was undoubted, and the wind birch had no other means to hurt it except for the golden flames.

Yi Shuihan watched this scene from the sidelines, his eyes full of shock and horror. Looking at the bloody Feng Hua at this time, I really understood the tragedy of the battle that year, intuitively felt the strength of the dragon clan, and knew what the strongest creature was.

The black dragon slowly stopped its body, and even if the dragon clan was too strong in the flesh, it could not withstand the continuous burning of this golden flame. Feeling that his body was getting weaker and weaker, the black dragon already knew that he was really going to run out of oil. Looking at the person in front of him who seemed to be unable to fight no matter how he died, the black dragon's eyes showed a trace of despair, but it was immediately covered up by it.

This golden flame is the legendary Sun True Fire, and it is terrifying enough that Feng Hua can use his own power to attract the Sun True Fire. After that, he also confronted it several times in close quarters, you must know that the physical body of the dragon clan is simply different from the human race, and it cannot be compared at all.

Feng Hua's ability to hold on completely depends on the will in his heart, but even with that tenacious will, the black dragon does not allow the dignity of the dragon clan to be threatened at all, and it cannot allow itself to be killed by a human race. Even if this person is just as powerful, it can't. People will always be like this, for the sake of something unnecessary, and forget to stop and think for a moment, consider whether it is worth it, whether it is time to take a step back, and open the sky.

The true fire of the sun on his body was still burning violently. The black dragon looked at the human in front of him, and slowly looked up at the sky, and it had to take another look at the blue sky and white clouds.

In the air, there seemed to be an extra smell, and Feng Birch's nose could smell it clearly. The smell is very familiar, looking at the black dragon, a trace of wood flashed in Feng Hua's eyes, it turns out that the blood of the dragon clan is the same as that of the human race, and there is a faint sweetness.

A sad song rises suddenly, chasing the smell of blood. Feng Hua looked at the black dragon carefully, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

At this moment, the true flame of the sun on the black dragon's body suddenly went out, and then an abnormal red color appeared on the black dragon's body, and blood slowly oozed out of its skin.

Without warning, all of a sudden, a voice suddenly sounded in the room. The sound was incomparably complex, at least hundreds of syllables, it sounded extremely strange and incomprehensible, and the breath gave people a strange feeling of being far away, possibly from the most terrifying Nine Shadows or from the most holy Nine Heavens.

Yi Shuihan followed the source of this voice and looked at the black dragon not far away, with a trace of coldness in his eyes. Legend has it that the chirping of the dragon and phoenix clans is an innate divine consciousness attack divine technique. Looking at the appearance of the black dragon at this time, he sacrificed the essence and blood of his whole body, although half of it was used to suppress the golden fire, Yi Shuihan still knew that something was wrong.

"The demon clan must die!"

Feng Hua raised the long sword in his hand high, facing the desperate black dragon at this time, and roared wildly. Feng Hua's eyes glared at the black dragon, and the blood in his eyes, mouth, nose and other places slowly dried up, and at this time, Feng Hua still relied on that will, fighting against the black dragon's divine consciousness secret technique.

The black dragon's cheeks were similarly twisted, his whole body was wrapped in blood, and he listened to Feng Hua's angry scolding in his ears, slowly stopped roaring, and raised the iron fist in his hand high.

In the sky, the clouds suddenly gathered together, and the thunder and lightning flashed dazzling light one after another, and the black dragon raised its iron fist emitting scarlet blood light in the air.

This punch is not an ordinary punch, it condenses the essence and blood of the black dragon's body, and the moment the fist shadow is hit, a black vortex appears on the fist, and the vortex rotates violently in the air at the same time, causing the surrounding space to squeeze. This punch is a punch that cannot be dodged, and it is also a punch that condenses the life of the black dragon.

Feng Hua didn't think about dodging, he knew that this punch was the black dragon's last resort, and he also knew that the black dragon would not allow him to run away. The whole body's protective qi was instantly raised to the peak, and the long sword in his hand was tightly clenched, and the earth-shattering fire instantly surrounded the whole body.

"The demon clan must die!"

Another roar, this one was even more poignant, the sound shook the world, and that will never had the slightest cowardice. The long sword in Feng Hua's hand slammed into the blood-colored fist shadow like a pillar of earth-shattering fire.

The roar shook the sky and spread in all directions. The touch of the two sides made the sky tremble and shake in all directions.

The sword shadow shattered, the fist shadow was exhausted, the wind birch's blood was splashed, and the body flew upside down thousands of feet away. Although the black dragon had no flesh and blood, it also retreated hundreds of feet. The sharp pain made its cheeks twist slightly, and there was not a trace of blood left on his body, because the last punch just now, he had condensed with the essence blood of his whole body. Looking up at the wind birch in the distance, the black dragon's eyes showed a hint of shock.

The bloodline of the dragon clan is extremely strong, and it has never been defeated in the hundreds of years since it was born, not to mention that he has been pressed and beaten from beginning to end today. He had knocked the human into the air several times, but the human had been able to get back up each time, which made him wonder what had kept a man going until now.

I don't know how long time has passed, Feng Hua once again struggled to get up, he was seriously injured, and the tips of his fingers and body could no longer bear the huge pressure, and burst open. The many collisions with the black dragon had already exhausted him. But he always insisted on his belief that "the demon clan must die", which made him persist until now. Getting up with difficulty, staggering, Feng Hua walked towards the black dragon, walking very slowly but looking very powerful. If he can step on the hideous face of the dragon clan, he will never pity the hard-won shoes on his feet.

The black dragon sat paralyzed on the ground, looking at the wind birch that was getting closer and closer, and finally couldn't help but ask, "I wonder how you persevered, and what made you persevere." ”

Feng Hua slowly walked in front of the black dragon, sat down slowly, looked at the giant dragon about the same size as himself in front of him, and said softly: "It's hatred that allows me to get up after falling down again and again. ”

"Hatred?" the black dragon looked at Feng Hua and felt a little ridiculous.

"In your eyes, shouldn't we Terrans have hatred?" Feng Hua looked at the black dragon's expression, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his teeth were already red with blood.

"Survival of the fittest, the weak eat the strong, my dragon clan is the most noble race, the ...... of all races" The black dragon couldn't help but raise his head when he was excited, looked at the wind birch in front of him, and couldn't help but be speechless for a while. For years it had believed that the dragons were the strongest, but today the strongest dragons were defeated and lost to the weakest Terrans.

Looking at the black dragon who was still talking in front of him, Feng Hua's eyes flashed fiercely, "Is it because you are strong that you are strong?"

Looking at the wind birch, the black dragon's brain suddenly tightened. It suddenly realized a serious problem, the Terran has a master like Feng Hua, why don't you know. There is no reason for such a strong person to appear out of thin air, and the black dragon suddenly tastes a little different.

Looking up at Feng Hua in front of him, the black dragon's cheeks, which were already as pale as paper, actually shed a cold sweat on his forehead, and said in a cold voice: "How many strong people like you are there in the human race now?"

Feng Hua looked at the black dragon's slightly anxious expression, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but be presumptuous, and even more affected the wounds all over his body twitched.

"How much?" the black dragon roared at Feng Hua, looking at Feng Hua's funny smile, the black dragon felt that something was wrong.

"Twenty-eight. Feng Hua slowly stabilized his body, not allowing himself to have the slightest expression.

"Twenty-eight?"

The black dragon looked at Yi Shuihan and felt a chill in his heart, "What are you going to do?" roared loudly at the wind birch, it didn't dare to imagine what the twenty-eight wind birch represented.

"What to do?" Feng Hua slowly straightened up, looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, as if answering, as if muttering to himself, "We want to be free!"

Life is precious, but freedom is even more valuable, when the two cannot be taken care of. What should I do? Lay down my life, lift my sword, mount my horse, and slaughter him.

Yi Shuihan sat paralyzed on the ground, panting in his mouth. Everything I have just experienced seems to be still in front of me. The fierce and domineering flames of Feng Hua, and the strength of the dragon bloodline, made Yi Shui cold like a cicada.

"This is a memory of my battle with the Black Dragon, and part of the reason I was able to kill it was because it was a little light. Feng Hua was still standing in the previous position, and his posture was still as tall as an old pine, and he didn't move at all.

Bowing his head and being silent, Yi Shuihan kept recalling the mountain-like black dragon in his mind, trembling to the point that he sat on the ground with invincible prestige, raised his head and said softly: "Even if there are some light enemies, the dragon is still a dragon, not anything else." ”

"Don't compliment me, if it weren't for this evil beast, I wouldn't have died under the siege of the White Tiger King and the Green Snake King. Feng Hua turned his head to look at Yi Shuihan, slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, quietly out of his mind.

Carefully sorting out the thousands of thoughts in his mind, after the initial confusion, Yi Shuihan has regained his former calm. There are a lot of things in his brain, all of which were forcibly poured into Yi Shuihan's brain by Feng Hua just now, in addition to the earth-shattering battle and the three test sword duels of the sun, moon and stars, there are also many ancient sword duels, and they should all be those poor children who are underground.

The numbness in his legs gradually disappeared, Yi Shuihan stood up and tidied up his clothes, and said softly: "I'm not complimenting my seniors, I'm just telling the truth." "Where will Yi Shuihan compliment people, no matter what era it is, the strength of the dragon clan is undoubted, and being able to kill the dragon clan can already explain a lot of problems.