With this knife, the sky waves surged.

Everything in front of me seemed to be enough to be an obstacle to this knife, even the small world shrouded by the Dharma Realm seemed to have a crack reflected on it.

It was bright and bright.

The frost is like silver.

The silver moon, wrapped in true meaning, hangs out in the air.

What a bright moon rises upside down!

The violent aura surrounded Ao Mengsheng's body, like a fairy floss that he had not wanted to dissipate for a long time.

"die!"

The huge dragon man, three feet tall, opened his bloody mouth and squeezed out the hideous words.

His head has completely turned into a dragon head, and the top corner of his head is like a coral with a halberd. His stomach, which was originally cut, has become a small wound.

The dragon man is still not the end.

The clouds and mist come, the wind blows, the sky and the sea hang down, and the giant finally appears.

The long crook is the horn of the rugged horn, and the silver moon sword is the terrifying fang.

"now."

Tushanjun whispered softly.

The armor was on his body, and ten small banners appeared like cloaks behind him.

He didn't want to use too much power, because there was a venerable in the Soul Banner. If there was no support from the Yin God, it would probably make the venerable much easier. However, this battle should not be delayed.

"Dual true meaning!"

Tushanjun flew up like a bursting meteor.

Weapons are extensions of fists and feet. No matter how hard the fist is, it is not enough to fight against weapons. The intention of fists can be displayed in any way.

roar.

The old ape in the cassock in the sea of ​​consciousness jumped up, and the golden-scale armored stomach under the cassock appeared and faintly appeared.

Roaring and roaring, stepping onto the stars.

“Peng!

”

The black meteor in the air was forcibly stopped, and Tu Shanjun's body fell from above. At the same time, the huge creature hidden in the sea of ​​sky had already taken action. No, it was the exit, it was definitely not a bloody mouth, but a rushing stream formed by the collapse of a small hill.

Huge and unstoppable!

puff!

Tu Shanjun, who forcibly twisted his body, still inevitably felt a chill flashing in his lower body. His face was no longer bloody. He didn't have to look down and he knew that his legs had definitely left his body. The protective energy blocked it for a moment but was not enough to protect all parts.

In addition, Tushanjun also took the initiative to reduce the protective energy.

The body-protecting energy will consume too much mana that should have been used on the blade.

The dragon's fangs were made of spiritual treasures, and the flesh and blood body could not resist them at all.

So Tushanjun lost his legs in an instant.

Tu Shanjun, who was wielding blood, could not stabilize his body at all. The giant figure had turned his head and rushed over again. On the head was a slightly thin figure holding a trident. The man's face was blocked by a mask, and only his eyes showed a sarcastic look.

He was not ridiculing Tushanjun who had lost his legs, nor was he ridiculing himself.

Instead, he ridiculed the true king of Jinao who dared not take action.

Logically speaking, Jin Ao Zhenjun shouldn't have let him come to the battlefield so easily, otherwise Ao Mengsheng would have been defeated. Now it's different. With the strength of the two great Zhenjuns, they will definitely not be defeated.

Zhenjun Jinao lowered his head and hurriedly raised it up again.

He thought Tushanjun would definitely glar at him, but he did not. Tushanjun just pulled off the white face on his face, leaving behind a solemn blue face and fangs, and there was no sign of blame in his eyes. His eyes were staring at the man and dragon hidden in the sky, without any distraction.

Tushanjun didn't blame him, Taiyi might blame him...

When his eyes turned, he did not see such a look on Taiyi's face. In addition to his very solemn expression, Taiyi looked very tired, and was still staring at the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who had not taken action.

"Spirit Demon."

"Blood killing technique!"

"Statement."

The red-haired and red-haired monk made a magic seal with one hand when he fell.

The flesh and blood that should have been swallowed was twisted, turning into human form between the dragon's teeth, like a figure coming from blood awakening in the darkness, with the same red hair dispersed, the only difference was that his eyes were dull, but his movements were not slow at all.

"boom!

!”

The dragon kissed a long time and suddenly the flesh-and-blooded lake. Blood sprinkled from the sky like a pouring rain. The originally clear Qingming Tianhai was dyed red by blood stains and twisted flesh. The turbid waves swept across the sky, like the red clouds in the sky, and it was more like the sunset glow in the sunset, red, but it could not bring people warmth, only the cold murderous intent and cold light.

Anyone who sees such a scene of dragon fighting in the wild will only be trembling.

The falling Tushanjun grinned.

The muscles and bones are regenerated and the flesh and blood are restored.

The seven-foot body stopped until about a sq. Black and red steam surrounds the wound. Ten small banners hanging from iron coupons floated at this moment. The scarlet eyes were fierce and fierce. With a long roar, the black light covered the small world like the night.

call.

The scarlet candle lights up.

Just like a faint candlelight lit up on the calm black river water, the light red light connected into a large area, illuminating the Yin spirit that was out of the cage in the shrine. The Yin spirit is clearly a clay sculpture in the shrine, but it gives people the feeling of their living. Under the reflection of the candlelight, the Yin spirit is even more abundant.

Sky,

A piece of blood.

The dragon's wound has completely recovered, as if it has never been injured.

This is the power of the Yimu Qinglong battle body. The flesh and blood body may not be so tough, the body may not be so strong, and the recovery ability is indeed first-class.

With this kind of restoration, Ao Mengsheng can refine his physical body.

"open!"

The Soul-Sacred Banner is like a dragon hiking into the Dharma Realm.

boom.

A shrine appeared in the sky.

Boom boom boom boom.

Several more shrines appeared.

The shrine was like a shackle falling from the sky, rushing into the Qingming Sky Sea to lock the dragon's body, dragging its body out of the floating sky sea. The black and red silk thread pierced into the dragon's body like a chain with a barb. Ao Mengsheng wanted to break free and roared angrily, but found that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

Ao Cangmeng, standing on the dragon head, sacrificed his trident, and his body was as powerful as the deep sea. His sharp weapons cut off most of the black and red silk threads, but the silk threads that had just been cut were reconnected.

"Ba"

The iron boots shattered the mist.

Tushan Junjun's body ran.

The black black water under his feet blew up and formed a huge wave, exploding in everyone's ears.

At this moment, the tall body, which was as shaped as a bow, had already appeared in front of Ao Cangmeng. The giant ape rushed on the star track and punched, and the fist lights came like mountains and rivers, and it was more like mountains, rivers and rivers gathered in front of him.

The fist shadow roared angrily.

Peng.

boom!

!

Ao Cangmeng's body was like a kite with a broken string, and had already left the dragon head, like the stars falling from the sky, drawing a stream of light in the air, leaving a long trajectory. He didn't know how far he fell to stop his body by relying on the protective energy, but he couldn't help coughing out a mouthful of blood.

"Dual true meaning?"

"Yin Lei."

“Erosion of the air.”

"What else is weird?"

Ao Cangmeng covered his chest, and he could clearly feel a sunken fist mark, and at least half of the bones that protected the chest cavity were broken.

Seeing that the tall figure about till the foot was about to punch again, Ao Cang yelled: "You dare!"

He blocked this attack, but it did not mean that Ao Mengsheng could withstand it.

At this time, Ao Mengsheng was restricted by the shrine, and the black and red silk threads tore open the protective energy like a poisonous snake. If they were subjected to the full-strength true meaning power, they would probably die on the spot.

At this moment, even the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who had originally scattered the formation could no longer sit still and immediately asked to help.
To be continued...