"Brother Lu, how are you?" Seeing this, Shen Luo hurriedly stepped forward, helped Lu Huaming up, and asked with concern.
"I'm fine, I just consumed too much energy. You must catch up with it quickly. Don't let this evil dragon escape. Otherwise, Chang'an will be in trouble and who knows how many innocent people will die." Lu Huaming's face was as pale as paper. He struggled to open his eyes and entrusted.
As he spoke, he slapped the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand into Shen Luo's hand.
Shen Luo heard this, hesitated for a moment, tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand, nodded, and said:
"Don't worry, leave it to me, just be careful."
After saying that, Shen Luo picked up the sword, took out two magic armor and horse talismans and stuck them on his legs.
I saw the talismans on his legs light up, the talisman paper burned into pieces and ashes wrapped around his legs, and then he suddenly rushed out.
Lu Huaming behind him leaned against a rock for a long time before his face regained some color. After taking a golden pill, he made a hand gesture and began to meditate and regulate his breathing. However, as soon as he mobilized the only remaining magic power in his body, he was suddenly hit by an extremely strong feeling of fatigue.
He only felt that the world in front of him slowly sank along with his eyelids, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and then he fell to the side.
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Shen Luo chased for several miles but still could not see the figure of the Jinghe Dragon King. He could only vaguely smell the scent of dragon blood emanating from his body.
However, this aura was very different from that of Ao Hong, and was filled with a cold and evil feeling.
Half an hour later, Shen Luo arrived at a mudflat.
He looked forward and saw that the ground in front of him was covered with black mud. Because there was no water, it had dried up and hardened, and dense cracks could be seen everywhere on the ground.
The mudflats further away were obscured by a layer of hazy fog, and only a huge black shadow could be vaguely seen.
Shen Luo frowned slightly, wrinkled his nose, and smelled a strong smell of blood.
At this moment, a whistling sound suddenly sounded, and a gust of flying sand was stirred up from the ground on the right side, wrapped in a violent force, sweeping towards Shen Luo.
Shen Luo shifted his gaze slightly, stomped his feet on the ground, leaped high into the air, and rushed into the sky dozens of feet high.
A thick dragon tail swept across its body, causing a rumbling sound.
As Shen Luo fell, a red sword light shot out and hovered under his body to catch him.
"Evil dragon, you are so seriously injured, yet you still refuse to surrender?" Shen Luo said angrily while flying in the air with the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand.
"Roar..." In response to him, there was a dragon's roar filled with resentment.
Along with it was a thick black smoke that looked like the breath of a dragon, and an air of decay and failure suddenly emerged in the void wherever it passed.
"Stubborn!"
Seeing this, Shen Luo stopped trying to dissuade him. After cursing softly, he grasped the Dragon Slaying Sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and then used all his strength to activate the Pure Yang Sword Technique, slashing heavily forward.
I saw a red-gold light shining on the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and a dragon shadow floating above it. Then it turned into a huge sword shadow that was a hundred feet high. When it became sharp, it illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime.