Seeing two obvious cracks appearing on his dragon ball, Zulong's heart also felt very painful. Of course, he was also very surprised.
Over the years, he had spent countless efforts and materials to condense this dragon ball. Zulong thought that the quality of his dragon ball was comparable to the innate treasure, but who knew that it would be damaged in the end.
"It is indeed the Dragon Ball of the Ancestral Dragon. It is so powerful!" Luo Hu felt that the two divine swords, Zhu Xian Sword and Jue Xian Sword, had received some hidden wounds, and even wailed in a low voice. Luo Hu was shocked in his heart.
, also sighed secretly.
However, although the power of this dragon ball is frightening, considering the identity of Zulong, Luo Hu feels that it is not unacceptable.
After all, the power of the Dragon Ball is not only related to the hard work poured into it, but also the materials. And the uncrowned emperor of the prehistoric continent, how can Zulong be short of materials?
"Hurry up and do it", calming down, Luo Hu continued to control his pair of divine swords and slashed at Zulong. At the same time, he shouted loudly at Shi Qilin.
This time, Luo Hu was much smarter. Under his control, the two divine swords turned into two directions and attacked the ancestral dragon.
No matter how powerful the Dragon Ball is, there is only one, right? Can it still withstand the attacks of two divine swords at the same time?
Sure enough, facing the divine swords attacking him from both sides at the same time, Zulong could only control the dragon ball and hit it towards the Zhuxian Sword.
At the same time, the extremely tough dragon claws grabbed directly at another Absolute Immortal Sword.
At the same time, looking at the nine-story pagoda being sacrificed again, Zulong twisted his body and whipped his huge dragon tail towards the pagoda.
What a great move, the dragon swings its tail.
The Dragon Ball and the Zhu Xian Sword collided. Visible to the naked eye, the Zhu Xian Sword was like a toothpick hitting an iron ball. It seemed that without any effort, the Dragon Ball directly knocked the Zhu Xian Sword away.
If you look carefully, you will definitely be able to see that there are several hair-thin cracks left on the Zhuxian Sword.
In the same way, a divine dragon swung its tail and hit the nine-story pagoda hard.
Although the pagoda is strong, Zulong's physical body is not weak either. With one blow, the power of this magic weapon was actually blocked by Zulong's physical strength.
However, the dragon's claw that reached towards the Absolute Immortal Sword suddenly splattered with dragon's blood.
Although the body was strong, it could not withstand the sharp edge of the Juexian Sword. The Juexian Sword left a huge wound on the ancestor dragon's claws, and the terrifying dragon's blood fell from the air as if it was free.
The injuries became more and more serious. Although Zulong's dragon ball was very powerful, there was only one dragon ball after all. With the joint efforts of Luo Hu and Shi Qilin, Zulong had no power to fight back.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that with the passage of time, it is only a matter of time before Zulong is defeated or even killed.
"Alas..." Seeing this scene in front of them, even the many Phoenixes watching the battle sighed secretly and couldn't bear to watch.
After all, Zulong was the uncrowned emperor of the entire prehistoric continent. Unexpectedly, because he came to Wutong Temple alone, he was attacked by Shi Qilin and Luo Hu at the same time.
This is simply like a natural trap, but Zulong jumped into it himself.
There were more and more scars. As the battle went on, the cyan dragon-bodied ancestral dragon almost turned into a red blood dragon, with scars left by the Zhuxian Sword and the Absolute Immortal Sword all over his body.
Countless dragon blood continued to overflow from these wounds. Due to excessive blood loss, Zulong felt that his whole body was starting to feel a little cold, and even his consciousness gradually became blurred.
In fact, Zu Long also thought about escaping for his life, but as the uncrowned emperor of the ancient continent, he actually fled for his life in a hurry, which made Zu Long difficult to accept.
Therefore, no matter how hard the battle was, Zulong never made the decision to escape.
As the leader of the dragon clan, no matter what kind of crisis we face, there are only dragons who die in battle, and there are absolutely no dragons who escape.
"He's dying!" Seeing Zulong's injuries becoming more and more serious and his movements seeming to become slower, Luo Hu said with a thick smile on his face.
Following his words, the Zhuxian Sword and the Absolute Immortal Sword flew more densely, and the position pointed by the sword blade has always been around Zulong's head, throat and heart, which are fatal positions. It is obvious that he wants to take advantage of this.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zulong was killed in one fell swoop.
Shi Qilin, who was next to him, naturally felt that Zulong was not in good condition. He was overjoyed and also controlled his nine-story pagoda, continuously launching more intensive and magnificent attacks, hitting Zulong one after another.
The past has put heavy pressure on it.
The injuries on Zulong's body became more and more serious, and they had reached a level that began to affect his combat effectiveness.
If this situation continues, as his injuries deepen, his strength will become weaker and weaker. Let alone trying to make a comeback, it will be almost impossible to escape later.
However, as Zu Long's injuries became more and more serious and the situation became more and more serious, suddenly, waves of faint fairy sounds surged between heaven and earth. At the same time, it seemed that one could see the sound between heaven and earth.
Bursts of dense light.
Immediately afterwards, an old man wearing a white Taoist robe with white beard and hair appeared from the void, stepped through the void step by step, and came to Zulong's side.
It seemed like he was walking very slowly, but he quickly appeared next to Zu Long.
call out!
A bright cold light flashed through the air, and the Zhuxian Sword turned into a beam of light and struck towards Zulong like lightning.
However, this Taoist held a fly whisk in his hand and waved it gently. Immediately, he could see the countless threads swelling in the wind, turning into countless dense threads and wrapping around the Immortal Killing Sword.
Although the sharp sword light cut off countless silk threads, more silk threads wound up one after another, gradually binding the Immortal Killing Sword.
"What!?" Seeing that his Immortal Killing Sword was blocked by someone, Luo Hu's eyes narrowed slightly, with a look of disbelief.
With Luo Hu's cultivation and the sharpness of the Immortal Killing Sword, the number of people in the entire prehistoric continent who can block his Immortal Killing Sword can only be counted with a palm, right?
However, this guy who appeared could actually block his attack?
After being shocked, Luo Hu carefully looked at the old Taoist in front of him. Immediately, his face couldn't help but change, and at the same time he screamed: "Hongjun? Is it you?".
While speaking, Luo Hu looked Hongjun carefully up and down for a moment, then said with a puzzled and dazed look on his face: "You, you feel a little different, what's going on with you?".
Hongjun and Luo Hu naturally recognized each other. After all, they had fought a battle for Boros.
Moreover, at the beginning of Pangu's creation, Hongjun's identity was also one of the three thousand chaos demon gods.
However, at this time, Luo Hu looked at Hongjun carefully and found that he could not detect the slightest trace of chaotic evil energy from his body. Instead, he gave people a natural and refreshing feeling. This feeling was completely contrary to the evil energy, right?
"Luo Hu, the ancestral dragon cannot die here today." Hongjun gave the impression that he was neither happy nor sad. He just stared at Luo Hu quietly and said.
"Oh? Have you also become the dragon clan's lackey?".
After hearing Hongjun's words, he obviously came to help Zulong, Luo Hu's eyes narrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice.
"I'm just following the path of the way of heaven. No matter what, it's hard to understand what the way of heaven is by looking at your appearance. You just need to know that today's ancestral dragon should not die here."
Shaking his head, Hongjun talked about the way of heaven, but seeing that everyone looked confused and confused, he had no intention of explaining anymore, and just said something seriously that everyone present could understand.
"Are you? Hongjun?" Shi Qilin's eyes also fell on Hongjun at this time. After looking up and down for a moment, he asked with some surprise.
Hongjun's reputation in the prehistoric continent is not low. After all, he has a close relationship with the God of War Boros, and his strength is no less than that of the God of War. This is enough for people in the prehistoric continent to remember his name.
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But, logically speaking, Hongjun's strength should be slightly inferior to Luo Hu's, right? How could he stop Luo Hu's Immortal Killing Sword?
Luo Hu did not answer Shi Qilin's words, but just focused his eyes on Luo Hu. Obviously, Luo Hu was the focus of his attention.
"Huh, Hongjun? I've heard of your name a long time ago. Today I want to weigh you and weigh you."
Seeing that Hongjun's attention was focused on Luo Hu, he actually despised himself. This made Shi Qilin snort coldly and said rudely. As he spoke, he raised the nine-story golden pagoda and smashed it directly towards Hongjun.
Came over.
However, when looking at the nine-story pagoda that Shi Qilin smashed towards, Hongjun didn't seem to care too much, and just lightly stretched out his palm.
It seems that Hongjun's palm has not changed at all, but his palm gives people the illusion that it has suddenly been enlarged countless times, enough to grasp the entire prehistoric world.
The nine-story pagoda fell directly into Hongjun's hands, and the huge pagoda turned into an exquisite small pagoda, like an ornament.
He gently weighed the pagoda in his palm. Finally, Hongjun turned his palm and put the pagoda away: "This pagoda looks pretty good, so I will accept it without any courtesy.
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"You bastard, put down my Xuanhuang Tower!".
Seeing that his treasure was taken away by Hongjun as soon as he made a move, Shi Qilin's face changed drastically, he shouted in shock and anger, and his body was like lightning, and he rushed towards Hongjun fiercely.
Bang!
However, seeing Shi Qilin rushing towards him, Hongjun stretched out his palm and slapped it.
There was a loud noise, and Shi Qilin's figure couldn't even get close, and was directly shot away by the palm.