With this slash of the sword, the waves in the sky and sea rose.

Nothing in front of him seems to be enough to hinder this sword. Even the small world covered by the law seems to have a crack that reflects upward.

The sky is bright.

Frost is like silver.

The silver moon carrying the true meaning hangs in mid-air.

It’s great to see the bright moon rising above the sea!

A violent aura surrounded Ao Mengsheng's body, like fairy catkins that were unwilling to disperse for a long time.

"die!"

The huge three-foot-tall dragon man opened his bloody mouth and squeezed out ferocious words.

His head has completely turned into a dragon's head, the top corner of his head looks like a splayed coral, and the stomach that was originally cut has become a small wound.

Dragon people are still not the end.

The clouds and mists came, the wind blew up, the sky and the sea dropped, and the giant thing finally appeared.

The long crutches are majestic horns, and the silver-moon swords are terrifying fangs.

"now."

Tushanjun murmured softly.

With the armor on his body, ten small flags appeared like a cloak behind him.

He didn't want to use too much power, because there was still a venerable person imprisoned in the Soul Banner. Without the support of the Yin God, the venerable person would probably be much more relaxed. However, it was no longer appropriate to delay this battle any longer.

"Double truth!"

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 with the weapon. The fist intention can be used in any way.

roar.

The old ape in the cassock jumped up in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the golden-scaled stomach under the cassock was looming.

Roaring and roaring, stepping onto the star track.

“Peng!

"

The black meteor in mid-air was forcibly intercepted, and Tushanjun's body fell from the sky. At the same time, the behemoth hidden in the sky and sea had already taken action. No, it was the exit. It was by no means a bloody mouth, but a small hill collapsed.

The resulting torrent.

Huge and unstoppable!

puff!

Tu Shanjun, who forcibly twisted his body, still inevitably felt a chill in his lower body. There was no blood on his face. He didn't need to look down to see that his legs had definitely left his body.

Staying there for a while is not enough to protect all parts.

Moreover, Tushanjun also took the initiative to reduce the protective energy.

The protective aura consumes too much mana that should be used on the blade.

The dragon's fangs are made of spiritual treasures, and flesh and blood cannot resist them.

So Tushanjun lost his legs in an instant.

The blood-spattered Tushanjun couldn't steady his body at all. The behemoth turned its head and rushed over again. On top of the head stood a slightly thin figure holding a trident. The man's face was covered by a mask, and only his eyes showed sarcasm.

look.

He was not mocking Tushanjun for losing his legs, nor was he mocking himself.

Instead, he was mocking Jin Ao Zhenjun who did not dare to take action.

Logically speaking, True Lord Jin Ao should not have allowed him to come to the battlefield so easily, otherwise Ao Meng Sheng would not have been defeated. But it was different now. With the strength of the two great True Lords, it would definitely not be them who would be defeated.

True Lord Jin Ao lowered his head and quickly raised it again.

He thought Tushanjun would definitely glare at him, but no, Tushanjun just pulled off the white face, leaving a solemn green face and protruding fangs. There was no hint of blame in his eyes. He was staring at Qian.

There is one person and one dragon in Tianhai, not distracted at all.

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

When he turned his eyes away, he didn't see that look on Taiyi's face either. In addition to his very solemn expression, Taiyi looked very tired. At the same time, he was still staring at the mid-stage Nascent Soul monk who had not taken any action.

"Spiritual Demon."

"Blood Killing Technique!"

"Shu Zhuan."

The red-haired monk formed a seal with one hand when he fell.

The flesh and blood that should have been swallowed twisted and turned into a human form between the dragon's teeth. It was like a blood-soaked figure waking up in the dark. The same red hair was scattered. The only difference was that his eyes were dull, but his movements

But it's not slow at all.

"boom!

!”

The giant dragon's long kiss suddenly formed a lake of flesh and blood, and blood poured down from the sky like a downpour. The originally clear Qingming Sky Sea was dyed red by the blood and twisted flesh and blood, and the turbid waves swept across it, like red clouds all over the sky, more like the setting sun.

The sunset glow is red, but it does not bring warmth to people, only the cold murderous intent and cold light.

Anyone who sees such a scene of dragons fighting in the wild will only tremble in their hearts.

The fallen Tushanjun grinned.

Muscles and bones regenerate, flesh and blood recover.

The seven-foot body didn't stop until it was about ten feet long. Black-red steam was steaming around the wound. The ten small flags hanging down from behind like iron coupons fluttered at this moment. The scarlet eyes were full of fierce light, and there was a long roar, and the black light was like

Dark night generally covered the small world.

call.

The scarlet candle lights up.

It was like a faint candlelight lit up on the calm black river. The pale red light spread into a large area, illuminating the Yin spirits who had escaped from their cages in the shrine. The Yin spirits were clearly clay sculptures in the shrine, but they gave people the impression that they were alive.

It feels like the Yin spirit is more powerful under the candlelight.

Sky,

A bloody light.

The dragon's wounds have completely recovered, as if he had never been injured before.

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

With this kind of resilience, Ao Mengsheng was able to cultivate a physical body.

"open!"

The Zunhun Banner is like a wandering dragon entering the realm of law.

boom.

A shrine appeared in the sky.

Boom boom boom.

Several more shrines appeared.

The shrine is 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 suspended sky sea, and the black and red silk threads are like chains with barbs piercing the dragon's body.

.Ao Mengsheng roared angrily as he tried to break free, but found that no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

Standing on the dragon's head, Ao Cang fiercely pulled out the trident. The pressure around him was as bright as the deep sea. The sharp weapon cut off most of the black and red silk threads, but the silk threads just cut off had already been reconnected.

"Bata."

The iron boots crushed the mist.

Tushan Jun Zhang Xu's body started to run.

The black water beneath their feet suddenly formed a huge wave, which exploded in everyone's ears.

At this moment, a tall body with a full-bow shape appeared in front of Ao Cangmeng. The giant ape was galloping on the star track, punching brazenly, and the fist light was like a mountain, and it was more like mountains and rivers converging in front of him.

.

The fist shadow roared angrily.

Peng.

boom!

!
To be continued...