The ink dragon suddenly roared, and the horn above his head lit up with lightning, and a strange wave penetrated directly into the clouds.
Rumble!
Thunder breaks out.
Bu Qingyun suddenly felt something bad. The feeling was so depressing that it made it difficult for him to breathe.
Tianwei.
Looking up, Bu Qingyun, who had regained some sense, changed his face slightly, and he already understood in his heart that Mo Jiao had been entangled with him for so long, so he dared to prepare such a big gift for himself, just to play tricks on him.
Mo Jiao's stern eyes were full of ridicule and contempt.
"boom!"
The thunder has been brewing for a long time, and Mo Jiao couldn't wait any longer and directly dropped the thunder.
A sound of thunder shocked everyone.
Space, the earth, everything is trembling.
Bu Qingyun was also horrified. Even if he relied on his martial arts skills, he would not dare to compete with Tian Lei with his fists.
Mo Jiao has already locked him in. It is definitely too late to hide now. How can a human's speed exceed the speed of electricity?
I saw a ray of white light tearing through the clouds, falling from the sky, and hitting Bu Qingyun directly.
Everything happens in an instant.
Bu Qingyun subconsciously wanted to block with his sword.
"Bah!"
However, the lightning flashed in the pan. It was quite powerful at first, but before it hit the ground, it seemed to have exhausted its power and disappeared instantly.
That's it?
Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment.
It was beyond everyone's expectation.
Everyone, including the ink dragon, was dumbfounded!
This feeling is like being constipated for a month, saving up enough inventory, and originally thought that I could have a big show, but it turns out that after brewing for so long, it is a fart.
It's a bit too funny.
Bu Qingyun didn't even react, almost thinking that the ink dragon was deliberately bluffing him.
"Roar!"
I had already sensed something was wrong, and as soon as I scanned my consciousness, I immediately discovered what was wrong.
Mo Jiao became angry and flicked his tail, forcing Bu Qingyun to fly. Then he flew into the air and flew directly towards the thunder clouds above.
…
In the clouds, Chen Muyu was still sitting upright. He had already absorbed all the thunder and lightning energy in the surrounding thunderclouds.
It's just that the price of electricity is a bit low, so the total earned him less than 200 million.
Now, there is only some water vapor left in the clouds.
Just as he was hesitating whether to collect the water vapor, suddenly, a roar came from below, and Chen Muyu sensed danger.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the ink dragon tore through the clouds and flew directly towards him.
Chen Muyu was startled, turned around and drove away on the Silver Shadow Flyboard.
"Roar!"
Mo Jiao had already locked onto him. This guy was not very fast. In less than two breaths, he had already flown below Chen Muyu.
snort!
Nervous, Chen Muyu snorted coldly, pulled out the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and slashed downwards with one strike.
"Whoosh!"
One move to kill the dragon!
Chen Muyu had just learned the move for a few days, and he hadn't even had time to practice it yet. He didn't expect that the first time he used it, he would use it to kill this thing.
The dragon can be regarded as half a dragon. I hope it will not disgrace the reputation of the dragon-slaying sword. After all, in this era, the dragon is already considered an endangered species. Where can I find a dragon to kill for you.
This sword is ordinary, but it is powerful and heavy, and the sword light spits out nearly three feet.
The sky was like a curtain, torn open.
Mo Long didn't care at all. He didn't take Chen Muyu seriously at all. At first, he even wanted to catch it directly with his body. After all, the scales on its body were harder than many defensive weapons. Bu Qingyun wasn't even hurt just now.
His foundation, what can he do with this mere sword?
However, it soon discovered that it was wrong, and it was very wrong.
In the sword light, there seemed to be countless dragon shadows, howling miserably and struggling to escape.
This is a fierce sword, and countless members of the same clan have died under this sword.
It is a kind of oppression that comes from the depths of the soul.
Fearful, trembling!
Mo Jiao even lost consciousness for a moment.
After barely breaking away from his distraction, Mo Jiao only had time to turn his head to the side.
"Whoosh!"
The sword flashed across it, but it still hit it.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword was like a knife cutting tofu, cutting it directly from its body.
The black scales on his body are not much harder than chocolate.
There was a gash in the chest, almost half cut open, and blood spurted out instantly.
"Roar!"
Mo Jiao roared in pain and fell directly from the clouds.
…
Below, everyone saw the ink dragon flying up into the clouds. They thought it was about to escape. When they were about to get up and chase it, they heard a roar, and then a black shadow fell down.
Bu Qingyun was a little stunned, but when he realized it, he quickly picked up his sword and chased after him, preparing to pick up the leak.
"Roar!"
Mo Jiao was injured and in pain, but his ferocity was aroused. A huge bolt of lightning shot out from the horn on his head and went straight towards Bu Qingyun.
Bu Qingyun didn't dare to make a direct connection at all and quickly dodged to the side.
The ink dragon landed on the ground, quickly stabilized his body, and plunged directly into the Qinglong River.
When Gu Zheng and others caught up, the river was surging, except for a patch of blood red, which was quickly washed away by the river.
At this time, Chen Muyu also came down from the sky on a flying board.
Everyone looked at the water of the Qinglong River and found themselves helpless.
"After finishing the egg, it ran away again!"
Chen Muyu took a breath. The dragon-slaying move just now consumed a lot of energy.
If this thing goes into the water, it will be hard to find as long as it doesn't show its head.
"Little guy, did you hurt it?" Bu Qingyun looked at the Dragon Slaying Sword in Chen Muyu's hand, blood was still dripping from the blade.
It was obvious that Mo Jiao suffered a loss at the hands of Chen Muyu just now.
Chen Muyu shrugged, "It's a pity that I only cut one sword, what if..."
If the Immortal Killing Gourd had just been used, this guy would have been killed long ago.
When the words came to his lips, Chen Muyu swallowed them back. After all, although everyone knew that the Immortal Killing Gourd was in his hand, he couldn't say it so blatantly.
Furthermore, the consumption of the Immortal Killing Gourd is even greater. If I had used it just now, I am afraid that everyone would have to raise funds again and be out of pocket.
Chen Muyu didn't want to experience that overdraft feeling for the second time.
"Your sword?" Bu Qingyun raised his eyebrows.
"It's passed down from our ancestors. My eighth grandfather just passed it on to me a few days ago. It seems to be quite handy!"
Chen Muyu said something perfunctory, and then put away the dragon-slaying sword.
Next to him, Fang Tianzheng was already in contact with the Wushu Association.
The Wushu Association is closely monitoring the surrounding area through satellites, looking for traces of the ink dragon.
But the ink dragon was not stupid. He had already been seriously injured. If he showed his face again at this time, he would undoubtedly be looking for abuse. He would probably sink to the bottom of the water and escape along the river.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you. We searched back and forth by the river several times, but we couldn't find any trace of the ink dragon.
The Wushu Association didn't find anything, so it was a good time and they had no choice but to go home.
What a pity!
Mo Long was almost killed just now. Now that the tiger has returned to the forest, there may not be much hidden danger.
