"Fulan!"
The dragon roared, its body temperature was rising, hot red flashed between the black scales, and the cold sea water touched its body, and it actually boiled, which means that its body was as hot as a soldering iron. The giant dragon coiled up in the turbulent bubbles, rising from the black abyss. No one will be afraid to tremble when they see this scene. It looks like an ancient Shura, rising from hell.
It's here!
The iron-clad back is raised, the scales are interlocked, and the pure black dragon's spine is like a sharp sword. The dragon roared and raised its head, slamming into Fu Lan, who was suspended in the middle of the sea in the distance. Its speed was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye. The extreme speed set off a hurricane on the seabed, and a huge and turbulent vortex wrapped it and Fu Lan. In the thunderous sound of the waves, it cut through the sea like a sharp blade and rushed in front of Fu Lan.
"Isn't the magic dragon killed by Fu Lan? Why is there another one!" Ye Qingming yelled.
"This is its son! The exiled Longzi, Weisheng!" the black cat roared.
"Don't worry! Fu Lan has even killed his father, this long worm is no match for Fu Lan at all!" Zhu Mingzang was full of confidence.
As soon as the words fell, the magic dragon slammed into Fu Lan head-on. They saw the center of the turbulent bubble. Fu Lan was holding the head of the magic dragon. There were long and narrow gaps in the white clothes. In the sea water, a mist like rouge flowed out.
"What's the matter!" Everyone felt that something was wrong, and the guy Fu Lan seemed to be different from usual.
The giant dragon slammed into the rock wall with Fu Lan, and there was a loud bang, the rock wall shattered, and the tortuous cracks spread throughout the abyss. Fu Lan was like a squashed paper figurine embedded in the rock wall, his clothes were completely broken, and the bones all over his body seemed to be crushed. A bloody hole slowly appeared on the right side of the chest. Frost condensed and spread around the wound, and quickly covered half of his upper body. It was the appearance of this wound just now, interrupting his flash, and being hit by the dragon head-on.
Wuluo's secret method, sacrifice.
This was the spell he cast on Qi Yin. Within a stick of incense, all the injuries Qi Yin suffered, no matter how big or small, would all be reflected on his body, and they couldn't heal themselves as quickly as usual. He gave Qi Yin his self-healing ability to bear all the pain for his younger brother, in exchange for his younger brother's chance of life.
Before he even started fighting, he was already covered in bruises.
But he hasn't lost yet.
He pulled out the bone cutter from behind and inserted it into the right eye of the dragon. The demon dragon was in pain, raised his head and roared, but Fu Lan didn't let go, the bone-cutting knife went straight into the eye socket, shattering the dragon's skull. The iron mask-like jagged dragon head snaked out a sinister crack. The dragon head screamed in pain, slammed it hard, and Fu Lan let go and re-suspended in the sea water. He opened his five fingers, and the hot blood flowed out of the dragon's eyes, like a tortuous blood tide, which merged into Fu Lan's seven orifices.
"Shuzi Fulan, with your humble body, dare to suck my blood!"
The wound healed in an instant, and the strange dragon's eyes grew again, returning to the hollow eye socket of the giant dragon. The magic dragon roared furiously, its scales were furious, and a golden-red light like a vein and gossamer flashed through the cracks of the black rock-like dragon head. It was like boiling lava.
The magic dragon roared and opened the huge mouth of the black hole, the golden red light in the center was brilliant, and the flame was like a tide, surging out!
"Boundary!" The black cat roared.
Ye Qingming quickly inserted the ink-washing sword into the rock wall, and the enchantment suddenly unfolded, wrapping the three disgraced fellows. The dazzling flames scorched the sea water, scalded the rock walls, the sea of ice roared, and the bubbles were turbulent, and the Tianyuan became a huge boiling boiler. Even across the barrier, the temperature was still suffocating, the skin of Ye Qingming and the pig demon slowly turned red, and the black cat's head was smoking with smoke, almost ripe.
The flame gradually faded away, and a thin figure was revealed in the center of the golden red, and the bloody dragon's eyes reflected the man's bloody figure.
That's Fulan.
Long Yan had almost no effect on him, and the indifferent man hung in the middle of the boiling water, like a god without sorrow or joy in the sky.
Fu Lan lowered her eyes and said softly, "Yu."
An invisible force suddenly unfolded with him as the center, forming a huge field in the ice sea and the abyss. In this "field", he was the absolute emperor, and all bloodthirsty killers obeyed his orders. The sea floor was shaking, and something buzzed beneath the silt. The vigorous heartbeat sounded, like a chime bell ringing in unison, and like an ancient giant struggling to beat a bronze drum. The beating of heart beats one after another, that is they are responding to Fu Lan's call. Numerous rusted swords pierced out of the seabed, and the sand rolled down, revealing the complex and magnificent totem of twisted branches and flowers on the ironware. They are the swords of the southern border warriors who followed the white deer to fight against Fuxi thousands of years ago. For thousands of years, they have been buried under this ancient battlefield, and now they are finally reappearing in the world.
Fu Lan closed his eyes, and in the sea of ice, there was a shrill cry from the boundless void, one after another, as if the ghosts of ancient warriors who died in battle were howling and roaring. He felt the memory of the sword, the distant war drums sounded outside the thousand layers of water, the demons worked hard, the mortals rushed forward, and the great gods on the horizon stood majestically, looking at the clouds. The earth was scorched, the dome was as red as blood, and the dazzling skyfire rolled in. He opened his hand, and all the swords spiraled up along with his slowly raised arm, whistling and gathered together, forming a giant sword above the ice sea, the sword pointed at the dragon!
The black cat's green eyes stared blankly at the giant sword, and said in a dreamy voice, "This is..."
"Feng Huanshan's Sword Mastery..." Ye Qingming's voice was also babbling, "But this is too much, how many swords are there? One thousand? Two thousand? He can control so many at the same time!"
The dragon looked up at the great sword and roared. The sound wave swept the sea water and rushed towards the giant sword. The last knife was in place, the witch knife chopped the bones, and hung at the bottom of the giant sword, becoming the tip of the giant sword.
Fu Lan raised her eyes, her eyes were calm and expressionless.
He said: "The sword is coming."
The giant sword falls!
All the dragon-snake-like waves were broken apart by it, and a silver-white fissure was separated, pointing directly at the demon dragon below. The dragon spit out flames again, and the golden-red flames climbed along the crevices of the tide, but were suppressed and pierced again, the sea water boiled, and a huge vortex was formed around the giant sword, and the sound of the waves was like thunder.
The dragon's body is too big, it can't dodge! In the blood-red demon eyes, it watched helplessly as the great sword fell to its back.
It still has illusions, its scales are as hard as iron, and it is the hardest thing in the world. Even if thousands of swords are added together, it is helpless!
The Bone Chopping Knife arrives at the Dragon Scale! The severe pain was instantly transmitted to the brain along the nerves, and the fine cracks meandered out, and the hard and incomparable dragon scales shattered like a piece of porcelain.
This is the Bone Chopping Knife. It was born in ancient times. The mortals and demons who knew about it have long since died. No one knew that it was a knife forged by the great god Bailu himself. The sin god who died on the battlefield once cut off the antlers to make its furnace salary, and dripped the blood of the gods to temper its sharp edge, it can cut all bones and shatter all armor!
The giant sword continued to fall, passing through the huge body of the dragon. The keel shattered, its flesh burst open, its sun-like strong heart burst in the slash of the giant sword, and hot blood poured out like magma. The body of the demon dragon twitched, struggling and ramming in the abyss, its huge head slammed into the rock wall, and the ground shook, as if the Gonggong angered the Buzhou Mountain thousands of years ago, the pillars of the sky cracked, and the vault of the sky collapsed.
The giant lantern-like eyes of the dragon finally extinguished, it has reached the end of its life, and the blood like magma flows through the body and gradually cools down. The huge black keel of the pan-qiu was nailed to the bottom of the abyss by a giant sword, and the sea gradually subsided.
The giant sword fell apart, and the bone cutter flew back from the abyss and returned to the scabbard behind Fu Lan. The bleak streamer was withdrawn, like mercury flowing into the scabbard. Ye Qingming hugged the black cat, followed by Zhu Mingzang, and swam out cautiously. Just as he was about to go to Fu Lan's side, he saw his body soften, floating in the water and falling slowly. His shirt was completely shattered, revealing his half-naked upper body. The man was swimming in the water with his eyes closed, the broken white clothes surrounding him, like a white butterfly with broken wings.
Ye Qingming hurriedly supported him and said in panic, "What's the matter!?"
Fu Lan didn't respond, the wound on his body wasn't healed yet, the long and narrow wounds turned out and turned white from the blisters. The most serious is the hole in the chest, which is still bleeding. This lunatic fought to the end with such a serious injury.
"This motherfucker looks like a sword wound? What's the matter? I just saw that long worm hit it with its head, burned it with fire, and didn't use a sword!" Zhu Ming hid.
"It seems that the fool can't heal itself." The black cat was also panicked.
Ye Qingming hurriedly took out the medicinal pills and stuffed his brain into Fu Lan's mouth. Hemostasis Dan barely stopped the bleeding, Ye Qingming tore off his clothes and tied the wound on Fu Lan's right chest.
There was a commotion below, and bubbles rose up. Everyone was shocked and looked down. In the cave like a honeycomb on the rock wall, countless demons and ghosts swam out with their fangs. Looking around, they happened to see four of them.
The magic dragon is dead, and those forgetful eight are not afraid of anything! Ye Qingming's heart was half cold, and he supported Fu Lan and shouted: "Nephew, you need to solve these things first before fainting!"
Fu Lan didn't respond at all. Zhu Mingzang said anxiously, "There is a barrier above and a ghost behind, where should we escape?"
The black cat suddenly said: "Little fish!"
Everyone stared at it and saw a light blue fish gushing out of Fu Lan, but the light was much weaker than usual, as if a little firefly would go out in an instant.
"Follow the little fish!" the black cat yelled.
Ye Qingming hurriedly put Fu Lan on his back, followed Xiaoyu, crossed the ice sea, and entered the cave on the south rock wall.
Qi Yin used both hands and feet to climb back into the dorm. Gui Meijian is too strong, although his wounds healed by themselves, but half of his body is numb, and his fingers are unable to move. There was an underground earthquake just now, and many places collapsed. Fortunately, the dorm room was not blocked, otherwise he really didn't have the strength to move the stones. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yunzhi sitting up, clutching his shoulders. He almost cried with joy, "Dog thief, you are alive!"
Fortunately, although Feng Huanshan was poor, he did not save money on medicinal pills. He crawled over and looked at Yunzhi's wound, it didn't look as scary as before. He took a few breaths and said, "My father is dead, let's run away."
Yun Zhi's face was full of surprise, "You killed it? Okay, Hei Zai, the real person doesn't show his face."
"It's not me, my brother's help, I can't tell for a while, go back and talk." Qi Yin got up, probed Qi Lingshu's breath, and touched Fang Xinxiao's forehead, "No, let's talk. You have to leave quickly. Junior Sister Xin Xiao has been having a fever, and Uncle Junior is in very bad condition."
Yun Zhi touched Qi Lingshu's pulse, his face sank, and he said, "Quick, I'll carry my little uncle, and you'll carry Xin Xiao."
"This kid is tall and quite heavy, can you?" Qi Yin asked.
Yun Zhi carried Qi Lingshu on his back, slammed it hard, and said, "How can a man say no?"
The two wrote down the route given by Qi Shenwei and ran out together. Before leaving, Qi Yin glanced at Qi Shenwei for the last time, the blood-soaked body of the monster lay in the center of the hall, like a dirty tomb. Qi Yin took a deep breath, turned around, and followed Yunzhi's pace. The tomb passage was dark and long, as if the head could not be seen, running on the stone bricks, the footsteps thumping. Yunzhi prayed all the way to never meet the sinners, and encountered a broken wall head-on, just before the earthquake collapsed, and the road happened to be blocked. With the map in my head, I sketched out a new route, which could be twisty and twisty, much longer than the previous route. Yun Zhi led Qi Yin, turned and ran towards the tomb next to him.
Qi Lingshu's breath was weak, and his head was softly resting on his shoulder. Yun Zhi tightened his arms, turned Qi Lingshu upside down, and rambled: "Little Master, you must not die. If you die, I will tell you all the bad things you did when you were a child. Black boy, let your reputation be ruined."
"Say, say it now!" Qi Yin said behind him, "I just died, so I'm happy to say it!"
Yun Zhi smiled and said hello, "Little Master, do you remember when you were five years old, when my master picked you up and came to Feng as a guest. I tricked you into a tree, and you were too timid to jump down. I was teasing you, and let you hang on it for a long time. As a result, you guy, looking at a doll with a lot of aura, has such a small mind, and secretly cut the crotch of my trousers while I was sleeping. Our phoenix I'm still poor. Master can't even afford the fabric for making pudding, so I wore open-crotch pants with you all summer. I was eight years old at the time, don't you think it's shameful?"
"No, he has done this before?" Qi Yin was stunned. Yun Zhi always said that he and Qi Lingshu have a friendship with open crotch pants, and this is what he dares to say. This guy is too bad, no wonder Qi Lingshu always doesn't like him.
"No, he was cold and didn't like to deal with people when he was a child, but he was very vengeful, and he was holding back badly!" Yun Zhi turned to look at Qi Lingshu, the boy's face was pale and miserable, and there was no movement, "But he never expected, We slept in the same room at that time, and when he left, he left a pair of crotch pants on my place!"
Turning at the intersection ahead, Qi Yin turned to the right, and Yun Zhi shouted, "Wrong way!"
Qi Yin quickly lunged back, followed Yunzhi's footsteps, and asked, "You won't stay until now, will you?"
"That's not it, Wufang's little uncle Qi Lingshu's crotch pants, these are precious!" Yun Zhi said more and more vigorously, "Little uncle, listen, if you dare to burp, I will put your crotch pants on the bamboo pole. Come on, call on the immortal mountains in all directions, and hundreds of immortal sects will come to pay their respects. Look at five taels of silver once, touch twenty taels of silver, hahaha!"
"Yun... I know..." Qi Lingshu suddenly said, intermittently, like a gossamer, "You are hateful!"
Finally woke up. Yunzhi breathed a sigh of relief and was scolded, and he was happy like a flower, and said meanly: "I am not only hateful, I am also a bastard, if you have the ability, you can stab me to death with a sword."
Qi Lingshu opened his eyes with difficulty, "Yunzhi, I don't want to see you again in this life and the next life!"
Yun Zhi grinned, and just wanted to answer, his left shoulder suddenly hurt, and when he tilted his head, it was Qi Lingshu who bit his shoulder. Qi Lingshu simply put all of his strength on his teeth, quite the attitude of a man who is so determined that he would rather be smashed to pieces than let go. Yun Zhi grimaced in pain and wailed, "I was wrong, I was wrong, little uncle, be merciful!"
Qi Yin was also happy, almost thinking that this kid was dying. Qi Lingshu's injury is too serious. If he doesn't rely on his will, he probably won't be able to escape this gate of hell. But Qi Yin understood that if the meridians were broken, even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would have to live in bed for the rest of his life. He can no longer wield the sword, can no longer walk, and from now on, he can only live as a cripple.
They will never see the headless disciple Qi Lingshu, who is as bright as the bright moon and with a sword like flying snow.