In the next instant, Fushi's expression was shocked. Ｚ}W?. COM
Because the scene before him was something he understood, under the suppression of his dragon power, the bastard still didn't have much reaction, just frowned, and was completely suppressed in the imagination, and the scene of kneeling in panic was suppressed. Did not show up.
how is this possible
The person on the opposite side is just a bastard with impure blood, and he is a Tier 8 Thunder Dragon, with a huge difference in blood. Why is he still safe? What went wrong
Unlike Fuchi's surprise, Li Jiao was extremely excited.
Blocked, really blocked! Although it was still a little uncomfortable, it was suppressed a little, after all, the gap between the third and the eighth was too big, but finally let him see the hope of revenge.
The Dragon Palace's blessing technique is indeed well-deserved. As long as he has this blessing technique in his body, the blood gap between him and Fuchi will no longer be so obvious, and he will have the qualifications to work hard with it.
And he only asked for such a qualification.
If it hadn't been for Yang Kai to intercept a blessing technique from the Dragon Palace before, and bless it on him, it would be impossible for him to repay the bloody hatred of Lu Sanniang.
All this was brought by Yang Kai, and he was grateful to Yang Kai in his heart.
"You have the protection of the Dragon Palace?" Fuchi finally figured it out, staring and roaring: "How can you get the protection of the Dragon Palace?"
After he left, the four elders communicated with the Dragon Palace and attracted the blessing technique, which he naturally didn't know. It just made him wonder why this dragon descendant was blessed by the dragon palace? And... he seems to have a deep hatred with him, otherwise he would not follow him to this point, and even looked at him with that kind of hatred.
"What do you want to do?" Fuchi's face turned gloomy, and he sneered in his heart. Wouldn't this guy think he's hurt and feel like a bully? He was indeed injured, but he was still a Tier 8 Thunder Dragon.
Li Jiao didn't answer, but said indifferently: "My name is Li Jiao!"
While speaking, a golden light flashed in his hand, and a halberd appeared.
Di Bao, golden lion halberd.
This halberd was refined from the bones of the Emperor's Golden Lion, a monster beast of Tier 12 by Li Jiao. The Emperor's Golden Lion is also an ancient relic. It has long been extinct. It was a coincidence that Li Jiao was able to obtain the bones of the golden lion of Emperor Ji. Later, he found a master craftsman to make a halberd. He has been with him for nearly 500 years. Li Jiao's most powerful weapon.
With the halberd in hand, Li Jiao's momentum rose steadily, but the three breaths reached the peak.
Facing a Tier 8 Thunder Dragon, he didn't dare to take it lightly. Even if the opponent was injured, he didn't think he could win the opponent, so he took a desperate posture when he came up.
Fuchi was obviously aware of this, frowning, a little surprised. He didn't know what kind of hatred Li Jiao had with himself, and he did not hesitate to do so.
Suddenly, the wind moved, people flickered, halberds came out, and cold light bloomed.
Li Jiao had already rushed to the front of Fuchi, and the halberd appeared like a dragon, turning into a halberd shadow over the sky, covering Fuchi.
"Presumptuous!" Fuchi was furious, Yang Kai humiliated him, Zhu Qing humiliated him, and now even a bastard will come to humiliate him, how can the arrogance of the Dragon Race be trampled on? When he yelled, there was a burst of crackling and explosion, and the sky of thunder light wandered away. The thunder light turned into lightning, and it thundered at the Li Jiao. At the same time, a huge thunderball hit the golden lion halberd with one mouth.
A bleeding-red light appeared on Li Jiao's body, and the pores in his body opened up, and the essence and blood were diffused. The blood-red light was clearly the result of the urge of the essence and blood.
He knows that this battle must be decided, and only with the courage of anger can he have a chance to win and lose with Fuchi. The longer the time, the less his hope of revenge will be. Therefore, he does not hesitate to mobilize his own blood. I hope I can fight Fuchi in three moves and two styles.
A series of lightning arcs fell, blasting on Li Jiao's body, swaying the blood-red light, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time.
The thunderball spit out from Fuchi's mouth also hit the golden lion halberd. With a loud bang, Li Jiao flew out. Fuchi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, was also unstable, and suddenly retreated more than ten feet. .
"Looking for death!" Fuchi roared, and all the humiliation he suffered today was like a volcano bursting out at this moment. When he stared forward, his face couldn't help but change slightly.
Because the flying out Li Jiao sprayed a mouthful of blood on his golden lion halberd, making several complicated seals on his hand, and he reached out and pointed at him.
"Roar!"
The beast roared and shook the sky, and the golden lion halberd suddenly distorted and transformed into a huge lion.
Feeling the terrifying power of this blow, Fu Chi did not dare to neglect. When the dragon roar sounded, he had already revealed the real body of the giant dragon, and he scratched his claw forward, and was in the middle of the one flying over. Golden mang.
The lion collapsed, the golden lion halberd reappeared, the light was dim, it was obviously badly wounded, and spirituality was lost. The most direct reaction was that Li Jiao spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his breath dropped a lot.
"Dare to provoke the dragon clan, today you will undoubtedly die!" Fuchi dragon is entrenched, the dragon is high above, like a god in the sky, ruthlessly sentenced Li Jiao's end.
However, the next moment his face changed drastically, and suddenly he felt extremely uneasy. When he fixed his eyes, he saw a bead the size of a longan in the mouthful of blood that Li Jiao squirted out.
The beads looked uncommon, but they were coming like electricity.
Fuchi clearly felt the threat that made him uneasy from the beads.
"Dragon Ball, you actually cultivated Dragon Ball!" Fuchi exclaimed.
A hybrid dragon descendant actually cultivated a dragon ball. This is incredible. Although the quality of this dragon ball is a bit inferior, it is indeed a dragon ball.
Each dragon clan has its own dragon ball, which is the root of the dragon clan and is extremely precious, equivalent to the inner alchemy of the monster beast.
Monster beasts can spit out their inner alchemy to attack when they are dying to counterattack. Dragons can naturally also, but so far, not many dragons have done such a thing, because there are not many existences that can threaten the lives of dragons, even if they do, It will not easily offend the Dragon Clan, let alone put the Dragon Clan to death.
It takes a lot of courage to spit out a dragon ball, because although the power of a dragon ball is huge, but once it is spit out, it loses the protection of the physical body and is easily damaged. If the dragon ball is damaged, the foundation of the dragon clan will be ruined. The strength drops, but the weight is lost.
When it is not a last resort, the monster beast will not spit out the inner alchemy, and the dragon clan will not spit out the dragon ball. That is something that can only be done when desperately.
But at this moment, there was a bastard dragon descendant spitting out his dragon ball in front of Fuchi, putting on a posture of becoming a benevolent person if he didn't succeed.
What's wrong with this guy, what grudges or grievances does he have? Unexpectedly, he spit out a dragon ball attack when he didn't agree. Compared with this guy who could actually cultivate a dragon ball, Fuchi was even more shocked by his determination.
Until now, he hadn't figured out why Li Jiao was so fierce.
From beginning to end, he just reported his name, no other nonsense, and then he fought life and death within three strokes.
This quick-strike attack caught Fuchi by surprise.
This was already Li Jiao's strongest attack. It was a life-threatening blow from a veteran emperor's three-layer mirror. As a Tier 8 thunder dragon, Fuchi did not dare to take it lightly.
His expression suddenly became solemn, and when the dragon's voice sounded, his breath was spit out forward, turning it into a seemingly solid defense.
Li Jiao's dragon ball slammed into it.
Fuchi's huge body gave a sudden stop, but Li Jiao spurted blood, dyeing the shirt on his chest red, and the light on the dragon ball flickered, but as he tried to maintain it, the flashing light quickly Stabilized.
Click...
There seemed to be a sound of cracking something.
Fuchi's expression changed again, he still underestimated Li Jiao's desperate determination, thinking that if he was frustrated, he would retreat when he was frustrated, but he didn't want this interception to aggravate Li Jiao's fierceness.
That bastard didn't care about his dragon ball, just desperately urging the power of the dragon ball, this is simply frantic!
The defense under Fuchi's cloth was broken in an instant, and the dragon ball blasted in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye.
When Fushiike hesitated whether to spit out his Dragon Ball interception, the opportunity was fleeting.
The little dragon ball is like the sharpest weapon in the world, breaking open the dragon scales of Fuchi, and blasting a hole in his chest, piercing out from behind, bringing up the rain-like dragon blood.
Fuchi screamed, and the dragon's body twisted, smashing the rocks on the island to pieces, and dust was everywhere.
Although the wound caused by this blow was not big compared to his size, it had already severely wounded him. The internal organs had been shifted unexpectedly, and Long Yuan in his body had become somewhat disordered and out of control.
In anger, the dragon's tail flung out, hitting the dragon ball behind it.
Click...
There was a gap in the dragon ball, and the light instantly dimmed.
"Wow… "
Li Jiao opened his mouth to bleed, his face suddenly pale as paper, and his body was shaky. He knelt on the ground all of a sudden, inhaling, but exhaling no breath, as if he might die at any time.
He managed to raise his head and was seeing Fuchi recovering from his dragon body.
The desperate blow just now was not ineffective. Although he was not well, Fu Chi was also injured. At this moment, Fu Chi was also pale, with his hands on his chest, his face looked savagely at Li Jiao.
There was bloody flesh on the chest.
If it is really fighting head-on, he believes that even if the bastard in front of him is blessed by the Dragon Palace, he cannot be his opponent.
But the decisiveness and courage of this bastard are completely different from ordinary people, and Fuchi was also beaten by surprise. If it weren't for this, how could it be so badly injured
This is simply a shame!
He stared at Li Jiao coldly, and said every word: "You are dead!"
Li Jiao raised his hand with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Fuchi calmly.
Failed! Even if he fights for his life, he really can't kill a dragon clan. To achieve this level is already his limit. He only sighed that God is injustice and all things are born, why are they divided into different ranks? Why does the Dragon Race want to stand on top of all spirits? (To be continued.)