It has a dragon head and a horse body, with red scales like fire, flames under its hooves, and lightning in its horns.
This is the spiritual fetus raised by nature, the exclusive mount of the ancient Holy Emperor—Dragon Horse!
Riding on the blazing fire, it rushed towards me like a shooting star and stamped on my head with its hooves as big as a washbasin.
Feng Jinghong just picked up the golden lion mount. She was so excited that she patted the necks of the three lions and shouted:
"Go, go, go, kill!"
As a result, the fierce lion just turned into a soft-footed shrimp when it saw the dragon and horse. When the opponent rushed towards him, he knelt down and surrendered. Feng Jinghong pulled out a lot of its mane and refused to get up.
"Boom!" The horse's hoofs broke through the void and stomped down heavily.
Feng Jinghong saw that the lion didn't dare to move, so she kicked it hard in anger, then turned over to avoid the blow.
It's not that he can't stop it, but he doesn't want to touch the horse's hooves with his hands. Who knows what the horse's hooves have stepped on.
Feng Jinghong dodged, and the three lions were unlucky. The dragon horse's hoof, which was enough to crush the top of the mountain, stepped on the head in the middle of it.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the head in the middle of the three lions was crushed directly. It fell from the sky with a wailing sound, creating a big crater in the mountain.
The little squirrel couldn't bear to cover its eyes with its little paws, while the little Kunpeng and the little Qinglong stretched their necks and roared at the dragon and horse, fierce and fierce.
Looking at the two little guys with bared teeth, Ryoma shook his head in disdain, snorted, and then rushed towards them.
"Hey!"
The mount that he had just acquired was gone. Feng Jinghong was also aroused with anger. Five colors of energy and blood were rolling. He raised his hand and slapped it down.
Looking at Feng Jinghong's casual movements, Long Ma's eyes were filled with mockery. Even the beast kings in the same realm were pressed down and beaten by him, but a junior from Xian Er dared to fight with him. He simply didn't know how to live or die!
Just your light slap, not even a hair on my head, Mr. Long...
"boom!"
The red meteor fell, a deep pit appeared next to the three lions, and the dragon and horse plunged headfirst into the ground.
He kicked hard with his four hooves and pulled his head out of the soil. The dragon and horse shook his dizzy head and couldn't help but ask Ma Sheng's three questions:
Who am I, where am I, why should I eat dirt?
When he turned his head and saw the golden lion still humming in the pit next to him, his chaotic thoughts gradually began to return, and he came to the conclusion that he was killed by a slap!
"Ang!" The dragon horse leaped into the air and let out a dragon roar, staring at Feng Jinghong with wide eyes. It didn't want to believe this fact.
I am a born spiritual fetus, an invincible being at the same level, how could I be defeated by someone at a lower level? This kid must have used some despicable means!
Pacing cautiously, the dragon and horse circled around Feng Jinghong, looking for an opportunity to attack.
Feng Jinghong saw that it hadn't come up for a long time, so she couldn't help but say:
"If you don't come, I will come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ryoma's eyes blurred, and a familiar slap fell on his head.
"Bang!" A third pit appeared on the hill.
This time Feng Jinghong exerted 80% of his strength, and Longma struggled for a long time before he stood up unsteadily. His head was buzzing, and he knew that his skull must be cracked.
Red energy and blood rose, and the injury began to improve.
Looking up at the old god Feng Jinghong, Ryoma finally recognized the reality - he had met a pervert!
It could see very clearly just now that the opponent did not use a magic weapon, but used pure physical body plus magic power to attack, but it was completely unable to withstand it!
It never thought that it would be crushed by a low-level existence like this.
I am the Holy Spirit, are you kidding me?
Stepping on the flames and rising into the air again, Longma glared at Feng Jinghong fiercely, then - turned around and ran away!
Tigers will return to tigers, fools will return to fools, you should be cowardly!
Ryoma has never been a disciplined master, so he ran away and yelled:
"Kid, just wait, Uncle Long will remember you!"
Feng Jinghong smiled slightly and did not pursue him.
Turning his palm, black and yellow surged, and a shiny and simple bracelet appeared. He flicked his wrist:
"go!"
The bracelet cut through the void, and instantly reached the sky above the dragon and horse, then grew in size and fell down.
It was dark and yellow and misty, like mountains falling from the sky with a rumble, dragons and horses roaring, two dragon horns twinkling with lightning, struggling to push up.
"Boom!"
Like hammering a winter melon, there was a crisp sound, and the dragon and horse screamed and fell from the air. Before it could get up, the diamond bracelet was wrapped around its neck.
Then before Ryoma could react, he was strangled by the diamond bracelet and dragged back.
"Let go...let Master Long go..." The dragon horse kept struggling, but the diamond bracelet seemed to be growing on its neck and remained motionless.
"You dare to talk!"
"Bang!" The diamond bracelet flew up high with the dragon and horse, and then hit the ground hard. The imprisoned dragon and horse's magic power was not running smoothly, and they were thrown to pieces all of a sudden, with stars in their eyes.
"Boy, you..."
"boom!"
"Master Long, I..."
"boom!"
"You have the ability..."
"Bang bang bang!"
"That's enough, don't fall..."
After Feng Jinghong's education, Long Ma finally became honest and no longer regarded himself as "Long Ye".
"Can you explain it properly?" Feng Jinghong said calmly.
"Little...brother, I admit defeat, what do you want?" Ryoma lay on the ground and gasped.
"Be my mount!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Ryoma, who was half-dead just now, immediately picked him up and started shouting. Feng Jinghong couldn't help but marvel at the vitality of this guy.
"Even if I die today, I will never..."
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
Feng Jinghong didn't give it a chance to finish her cruel words, and threw another series of violent falls, which made the entire mountain range tremble, as if it were an earthquake.
"Don't, don't fall... If you have something to say, please say it..."
Finally, the dragon and horse couldn't bear it anymore. Even if it was the body of the Holy Spirit, it couldn't withstand such torture.
"Do you understand?" Feng Jinghong said calmly.
He knew very well that the dragon horse and the big black dog were of the same kind, and would not be honest if they were not taken care of properly, so he treated them without mercy.
Ryoma had been thrown to the ground and couldn't get up, but his head was still held high and his big eyes kept turning:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's okay if you want the dragon...I to surrender, but I have a condition!"
"Say!" Feng Jinghong glanced at it lightly.
Longma cast his gaze on Feng Jinghong’s neck:
"Ahem, this little snake you have looks delicious. Give it to me as a snack, and I will follow you!"
"Roar!" Ao Xing on Feng Jinghong's neck immediately became angry and roared towards Long Ma.
Longma ignored Xiao Qinglong's anger and said to Feng Jinghong:
"How about a little snake in exchange for a Holy Spirit? It's definitely not a bad deal!"
Feng Jinghong touched the head of little Qinglong Ao Xing to calm down the restless little guy, and said thoughtfully:
"You are the Holy Spirit!"
Ryoma nodded proudly.
"It's Ryoma again."
"Of course!"
"So, you are interested in Ao Xing's dragon bloodline and want to use it to promote the evolution of your own bloodline!" Although Feng Jinghong was guessing, her tone was very certain.
Long Ma was startled. He didn't expect his purpose to be seen through so easily. However, Feng Jinghong's next words really frightened him.
Feng Jinghong said slowly: "If Ao Xing's bloodline is beneficial to you, then conversely, your bloodline will also be useful to him, and -"
Feng Jinghong stared straight at Longma like a sword: "Because your cultivation level is much higher than his, so theoretically speaking, the effect will be better!"
Seeing Feng Jinghong's eyes getting brighter and brighter, and Xiao Qinglong's staring eyes, Long Ma was really scared this time and shouted:
"You have to think clearly, I am the Holy Spirit, and even one can be born in a hundred thousand years... Wow!"
Before it could finish speaking, the Rainbow Sword had already been placed on its neck. Before Feng Jinghong could exert any force, the cold and sharp blade had already cut through the red dragon scales.
"Don't do it, don't do it, I'm surrendering!" The dragon horse shouted, and its four hooves kept beating.
"Are you sure? If you don't want to, you don't have to force me. I always convince people with reason and never force others..."
Feng Jinghong rubbed the edge of the sword and said.
"I have thought it through carefully, put down your sword quickly!"