"I carry a weapon, you don't, this is the advantage!" Huang Feilong punched him and bumped into Zhang San's fist.

He held the dragon bone knife in his other hand and inserted it hard!

Bang!

Zhang San flashed sideways and grabbed Huang Feilong's wrist.

"Sincere."

He cursed lightly.

"Haha! One inch long, one inch strong!" Huang Feilong twisted his body and threw away the dagger with his backhand.

Take the left foot out of the shoe, hold the dagger and kick it back!

Zhang San dodged again.

when!

The keel dagger was stabbed into the wall.

The hard rocks were ripped into pieces!

"Come again! Is this the only skill?" Zhang San kicked it out and collided with Huang Feilong!

Bang!

In this collision, both sides took out all their strength!

The two of them took a few steps back.

But the direction is the opposite.

"You and I can't decide the winner. If you want me to see, let's compete again. It's dark and I'm sleepy." Zhang San said lightly, without showing any discomfort.

"I think so. You and I are both masters of the world. If there are no audiences, it would be too boring. Let's make an appointment to fight another day?"

Huang Feilong responded calmly: "You are a respectable opponent, and I attach great importance to such a showdown."

"Okay, then just say a word and fight again another day." After Zhang San said that, he turned around and left.

As soon as he turned around, he turned around and threw out a golden needle!

Huang Feilong, who also turned around at this time, suddenly turned around and threw out his dagger!

clang!

In the air, the dagger and the golden needle collided together and each bounced back.

"Haha, try it out." Zhang San laughed and disappeared in an instant.

"puff!"

Just a few steps away, he leaned against the wall and spitted blood.

The old wounds have not healed, and new injuries have been added.

Since Li Si said that the Netherworld Palace is not what the outside world says, there is no need for me to continue to spend it here.

underground.

Huang Feilong also leaned against the wall, squirting blood in his mouth.

He sat on the ground in pain, struggling.

I was originally seriously injured and did not recover, but now it is even worse.

The dragon in his body was ready to break away from Huang Feilong's body, kill the host, and walk out of it.

"No! I can't die!" Huang Feilong stood up barely, knelt on the ground, and vomited continuously.

The yellow liquid became more and more, and the veins on his forehead swelled up!

Making a very painful sound!

"Vomit..." Huang Feilong's eyes were filled with reluctance and anger!

"Damn it, if I hadn't met a strong enemy just now, you wouldn't have a chance."

But the dragon in his body seemed to respond with a stronger impact.

"Damn it! I can't just die like this! How could a thousand years of plan fail?" He stretched out his hand, trying to touch the keel dagger that was bounced back.

But it was not successful.

"Uh..." The yellow liquid in Huang Feilong's mouth was not just dripping, but was flowing out like water.

In Huang Feilong's eyes, the dragon moved faster and faster, and he almost lost control of his body!

"No!" Huang Feilong sat weakly, leaning against the wall, and despair appeared in his eyes.

He opened his mouth wide and there was a dragon head vaguely poking out from it.

Huang Feilong's body twitched and he was almost incapable of moving. He could only watch the dragon breaking through his body.

This method of hatching dragons is very mysterious.

Huang Feilong's own body is a dragon egg.

As long as he traps the dragon in his body, the dragon will gradually die and become his puppet.

And he himself became the real dragon.

The chance of success of this method is very low, but once it is successful, it will be the best in the world.

In order to make the chance of success higher, he made thousands of years of preparation.

But I never expected that something happened at the end.

God's will.

Huang Feilong felt helpless.

As the chaotic disputes began, I was gone.

It's a bit miserable.

"Oh." Huang Feilong sighed, he still had never fought for his fate.

Just then.

A sound of footsteps came.

Huang Feilong opened his mouth wide, and the dragon in his mouth began to appear gradually.

A faucet sticks out his mouth.

His body was also squeezing outwards.

"Dongling..." Huang Feilong looked at the visitor and said vaguely.

Dongling is actually here.

"Let's go, the dragon will kill you." He was difficult to speak, but he still reluctantly said it.

"Let me ask you, my brother Chen Longxiang, how can I survive?" Dong Ling walked over, completely ignored the dragon head, grabbed his neck, and kept shaking: "Say! My brother can't die!"

"I... can't do anything..." Huang Feilong struggled for a while and found that it was useless.

Too difficult.

"Tell me quickly." Dongling screamed.

But it doesn't make any sense.

"Say it! Say it!"

Dongling was like crazy and pushed.

Even though the dragon head started to shake, its body came out a little bit.

"I don't know." Huang Feilong said helplessly.

"Okay!" Dong Ling picked up the keel on the ground and stood in front of him.

"Kill me? It's good, just treat it as a pleasure." Huang Feilong closed his eyes and said nothing.

Wait for death.

Click!

Dongling held the dagger and inserted it hard.

Huang Feilong opened his eyes suddenly and took a deep breath!

A dragon roar came.

The dagger happened to be stuck on the dragon head.

Long Meng shrank back and kept roaring.

Huang Feilong, who had been dead before, swallowed the dragon back as if he had strength!

The power comes again!
To be continued...