Looking at the clear marks that slowly came to the stage, everyone did not stop it, it is definitely not a wise move to make a head bird at this time, after all, others can observe your moves and hole cards through the battle.

But Qingji didn't care, after all, he had too many hole cards.

When the two came to the field, Qingji looked at Ling Shuang indifferently and said, "Let's make a move, otherwise there will be no chance." ”

"This is my strongest blow, if you can resist it, then I will admit defeat" Ling Shuang's eyes gradually became fierce, seeing the strength before Qingji, he knew that all temptations were meaningless.

I saw Ling Shuang draw out a blood-red spear, on which blood flowed faintly, and a strange smell of blood slowly spread.

Qingji frowned, he felt a hint of danger on the spear.

"That blood is not ordinary blood," the elder said suddenly.

Without waiting for the trace to ask, the Imperial Elder continued, "The blood flowing from that spear should be the blood of the third-grade peak dragon clan, which is equivalent to the peak powerhouse of the human Returning God Realm!"

Qingji was secretly frightened, returning to the God Realm, such a strong person in this remote northern region, it is estimated that only the four major compounds will have it.

"Then what kind of dragon tendon does that section of dragon tendon in my body belong to?" Qingji asked with interest.

Yu Lao smiled and said, "The Divine Dragon Clan is divided into nine grades, corresponding to the nine stages of our human race, and that dragon tendon is the treasure of the Dragon Venerable, in order to win that piece of dragon tendon, but he fought with the seven-rank divine dragon for half a year, and finally took advantage of the other party's inattention to sneak attack to get it." ”

"Hiss"

Qingji gasped, Qipin, that kind of existence is a rare existence even in the entire Northern Continent, he has never underestimated that little dragon tendon, but he still underestimated the content of the dragon tendon.

However, although the dragon tendon has a good background, it can clear the current strength, but it really can't be brought into play, and looking at Ling Shuang's momentum, it is obvious that it has completely reached a fit, this blow, if you don't pay too much attention, you may really suffer.

In just a few breaths, Ling Shuang's whole person emitted blood-red steam, and the spear absorbed all the steam, and soon another dragon shadow appeared, followed by a disgusting bloody aura.

Yu Lao said clearly, "It turned out to be the dragon spirit of the bloodthirsty dragon, no wonder the smell of blood is so strong!"

Qingji said, "I don't know if I can suppress it with my current strength and dragon tendons." ”

At this time, he couldn't help thinking too much, looking at the dragon spirit that had gradually formed, he couldn't wait.

Qing Scar took out the Nether Sword, and soon the golden dragon loomed behind him, obviously this was another collision between dragon spirits.

When Ling Shuang was ready, he looked at Qing Qi and said, "Are you ready?" ”

Qingji held his sword and said proudly: "Accompany me at any time." ”

"Good"

Ling Shuang let out a loud shout, the spear in his hand let out a pleasant hum, and then the spear sank into the bloodthirsty dragon's body, and suddenly a terrifying pressure descended on the audience, this sense of oppression definitely surpassed the scope of the Divine Movement Realm, and was even more terrifying than Xu Lan's dragon spirit.

Seeing this scene, the elder frowned, "I didn't expect that spear to be cast from the keel of the bloodthirsty dragon, this is a bit troublesome." ”

Qingji nodded secretly, but he found that since there was still a black dragon's breath in the Nether Sword, he couldn't integrate his own dragon qi into it in such a short period of time, so this blow must have been discounted.

"Dragon Slayer Spear"

Ling waved the palms of both hands, and the dragon was shocked, and the air around him exploded, and then rushed towards Qingji with the momentum of thunder.

As the dragon approached, the oppression of Qingji became more and more intense, he slashed out with a sword, and a vacuum appeared in front of him, the Netherworld Sword was a high-grade artifact after all, and the power of the void was instantly shattered, and then his palm fell, and the golden dragon behind him burst out with dazzling golden light, and under the amazed gaze of everyone, the two dragon spirits collided together again.

Rumble!

The huge impact sound made people deaf instantly, and a huge buzzing sounded in everyone's ears, and everyone covered their ears in pain, and after a period of adaptation, everyone recovered.

At the same time, the golden light and blood red in the field eroded each other, and the phantoms of the two dragons bit wildly, but because the clear marks could not fully exert the power of the Nether Sword, the golden dragon began to show signs of decay after holding on for a while.

A subtle breaking sound sounded, and Qingji's pupils shrank suddenly, others may not have noticed, but he clearly caught that the sound was made by the golden dragon.

Sure enough, the golden dragon didn't last long, and then let out an unwilling roar, turning into a sky full of golden light and gradually dissipating.

Qingji's body retreated, but no matter how he retreated, the dragon's blood-red eyes were always locked on him, and what made him even more shocked was that the dragon at this time still had most of his strength.

"Do you want to fight the bloody level?"

Qingji collected his emotions, his dark eyes were cold, and then a figure suddenly appeared around him at some point, and after feeling it carefully, the person was not the slightest angry.

However, in the corner of the venue, the old man, who had been indifferent to the game before, looked at the figure in surprise at this time, and muttered, "This kid actually hides a humanoid blood puppet." ”

Before everyone watching the battle could understand what his intentions were, Qingji sneered, put his palm on the back of the blood puppet, and continuously injected Yuan Jing into it.

With the injection of Yuan Jing, the blood puppet also slowly opened its eyes, and a faint and inaudible bloody breath was also released, with the injection of Yuan Jing more and more, the breath of the blood puppet became more and more intense, until the clear mark stopped, the blood puppet's bloodiness was only stronger than that of Jiaolong, after all, the refining method of the blood puppet was very bloody, and it was a real big living person, refining it into a puppet.

Qingji withdrew his palm in distress, and in just a few breaths, he had already thrown in 100,000 yuan crystals, if this could not be stopped, then he would probably lose this puppet directly.

"Now that you're full, let me see how powerful you are. "Clear marks leave a mark in the blood puppet's sea of qi, and every move of the blood puppet at this time can be completely controlled by clear marks.

Sou!

The blood puppet swept out in an instant, and although it was small in size, it rushed towards the dragon like a meteor, and the latter roared angrily when he saw this, and the two figures with huge body differences collided violently.

Bang, the blood puppet was shot down by a tail, and then rushed up again, the two fought, it seemed that there was a feeling of mayflies shaking the tree, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that at this time, the blood puppet faintly suppressed the dragon.

The whole square was full of blood, and Qingji manipulated the blood puppet to violently bombard the dragon with a punch, without any fancy sound, like a torrential rain After lasting for more than ten minutes, the already broken dragon finally completely dissipated after roaring angrily.