It was a lie that Ling Xiaotu didn't react anymore. Xuanyuan Xuantian, a man, actually dealt with his wounds without any emotion.
Even if his body is in a state of immortality, such a wound would still hurt.
But his face was expressionless, as if the blood and wounds had nothing to do with him.
His movements were extremely fast, and he slapped the injured back suddenly, and a little green liquid flew out from the wound.[
It was the dragon poison, and he forced the dragon poison out.
The dull feeling in my chest suddenly eased.
Xuanyuan Xuantian waved his hand and tore off the blood-stained and dirty coat, and the black clothes fell lightly to the ground.
Ling Xiaotu glanced at the falling coat, and then at the light gray shirt Xuanyuan Xuantian was wearing underneath.
Only then did I realize that the wound stabbed by the dragon's tail was as big as a fist and as deep as that.
The yellow serum thinly adheres to the wound, coagulating the bright red blood that is constantly flowing out.
Xuanyuan Xuantian clenched the lightsaber condensed from Xuanqing Qi in his hand, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips:
"court death."
A ray of light shot out from his eyes, and the light sword burned through the air around the cold Xuan Qing Qi.
The dragon was not stupid either. The dragon's head and tail were like sharp swords, facing Xuanyuan Xuantian's momentum and stabbed at him.
Xuanyuan Xuantian did not dodge or evade, and used Xuanqing Qi to flatten the scales of the oncoming dragon, and its body suddenly shook like peeling off skin.
Dots of scarlet blood scattered in the night sky.
Following Xuanyuan Xuantian's attack, violent aura suddenly burst out from Jiaolong's body.
Such a huge dragon energy filled the world with huge shock, as if the whole world was trembling because of the pain of this dragon.
The originally bright morning light turned into blood,,,,,,,
The shell of the dragon's back was cut off like a sharp blade, and under the thin skin, countless blood-red dragon veins with a strong sense of death bulged ferociously, floating in the air.
Ling Xiaotu saw Xuanyuan Xuantian's eyes turned into a deep, pure black, with the blood-red fire of a dragon faintly surging inside.
Even when they were swaying at high altitudes, they could feel the tremendous pressure rushing towards them.