Under Yang Rong's punch, the dragon aura was surging. These dragon auras formed a silky shape, covering the entire space around Huang Xiaolong's body, allowing Huang Xiaolong to evade inevitable.
boom!
Huang Xiaolong was bombarded by Yang Rong Silk Dragon, flew upside down, and fell to the corner of the battle platform.
The corner of Feng Tianyu's eyes twitched.
Jiang Tian, Jiang Wuji, Tan Hongyi and others all smiled.
"Okay!" Qu Jiangmeng, the sage of Hualong, clapped his hands and laughed: "Junior Brother Yang Rong's dragon fist trick is so handsome, so handsome!"
He was swung back by the guardian followed by Huang Xiaolong, and hit the gate of the Jiang Family Hall, making him face lost. Now he saw Huang Xiaolong being blown away by Yang Rong with a punch, and he was very happy.
Like Feng Tianyu, the four guardians of the holy land were all worried. In fact, the four of them had also persuaded Huang Xiaolong last night, but they gave up seeing Huang Xiaolong's vows.
But now! As soon as Huang Xiaolong came to power, he was blasted by Yang Rong, and there was no resistance at all, which shows that the difference in combat power between the two is huge.
The four guardians looked at each other and decided that if Huang Xiaolong is really defeated, even if he breaks the rules of the battle platform, even if Jiang Tian and others stop him, Huang Xiaolong will be rescued.
Before leaving the Sacred Gate Headquarters, Li Wen repeatedly confessed to the four people that Huang Xiaolong must be protected in any case, even if the four were killed, even if the entire Zhuoyuan Sacred Gate was destroyed, Huang Xiaolong must be kept!
At this moment, on the battle stage, Yang Rong walked over to Huang Xiaolong and laughed: "Huang Xiaolong, didn’t you just say that it’s better to kill me last night? Why? Now it’s a soft-footed shrimp, can’t you stand? Are you up? We've said long ago that a trash saint like you, if you don't hide in the headquarters of the holy gate, dare to come out and be embarrassed!"
Huang Xiaolong, who was lying on the ground, slowly stood up, only to see that Huang Xiaolong's chest hole was constantly recovering and healing.
Yang Rong saw it, and he was not surprised, nor did he think that he could get Huang Xiaolong with one punch.
Huang Xiaolong looked at Yang Rong coldly, the colorful dragon sage in his body was urged, and immediately, colorful dragons rose up into the sky and turned into colorful dragons.
"It turns out to be the Seven-Colored Dragon Sage." At the audience, Tan Hongyi saw it and smiled: "It's only ranked 3280!"
When Jiang Tian, Jiang Wuji and others saw that Huang Xiaolong belonged to the Seven-Colored Dragon Sage, they were completely relieved. Although Huang Xiaolong's Seven-Colored Dragon Sage was higher than their estimates, it ranked more than 2,700 with Yang Rong. Compared with the famous Dragon Silkworm Sage, it is much worse.
Huang Xiaolong's sage has been determined, even if the holy veins and the sacrament are higher, it will not play a big role.
Yang Rong also smiled coldly and said, "Huang Xiaolong, this is your enlightenment sage? You must not know my enlightenment sage!" Speaking of this, it urged the dragon silkworm sage in the body. Transformed into a dragon silkworm.
"Dragon Silkworm Saint Ge!"
Some of the Patriarchs who watched the game all around, the Sect Master exclaimed.
Yang Rong looked at Huang Xiaolong with triumphant expression, "Yes, Dragon Silkworm Sage, ranked more than 2,700 Dragon Silkworm Sage! Huang Xiaolong, you thought I was the last of the holy sons of the Dragon Transformation Holy Land, so I thought before. My sage rank is lower than yours? Unexpectedly, mine is the dragon silkworm sage, which is much higher than yours!"
"How is it? Now, are you regretting it? Feeling hopeless? Feeling helpless?"
"Want to beg me? Please not kill you?"
Yang Rong became happier and laughed as he spoke.
"However, it's too late for you to beg me now, and it's useless to beg me now!" Yang Rong smiled again: "The moment you take the stage, you are doomed to die!"
"Ravaged to death by me!"
Yang Rong once again awakened the power of the saint veins in his body, and his body was covered with layers of cyan dragon scales.
"Blue Dragon Saint Vein!"
"It's the Blue Dragon Saint Vein ranked more than two thousand eight hundred!"
Then, Yang Rong showed the power of the Eucharist again.
"It's the sacred body of the magic dragon!" "A little higher than the Azure Dragon Sacred Vessel!"
Yang Rong walked towards Huang Xiaolong step by step, his momentum completely suppressed Huang Xiaolong.
At this moment, Qu Jiangmeng in the audience laughed and said: "Junior Brother Yang Rong, don't kill this waste so quickly. On the stage, you slowly ravaged, let us appreciate and appreciate it.
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"Senior Brother Qu, don't worry." Yang Rong smiled and said, "I promise to make this kid desperate for life, no, it's desperate for immortality!" At this point, his figure flashed, and he blasted Huang Xiaolong again with a punch, this time It blasted Huang Xiaolong's face: "Huang Xiaolong, I will ruin your face first. I am upset when I see your face!"
Yang Rong prides himself on being handsome, but Huang Xiaolong is more handsome than him, so this makes him extremely unhappy.
Seeing that Yang Rong hit Huang Xiaolong's face with a punch, turning Huang Xiaolong into a pig's head. At this moment, suddenly, an astonishing dragon surged out of Huang Xiaolong's body. Huang Xiaolong changed his body and was shocked by Yang Rong and others. Under the eyes, it turned into an ancient blue dragon.
Huang Xiaolong's huge dragon claw greeted Yang Rong with a punch.
boom!
Yang Rong felt a violent pain in his right fist, his whole body trembled, and he flew back again and again. When he landed, he saw the flesh of his right fist cracking, and Yang Rong uttered blood.
"What?!" Jiang Tian, Jiang Wuji and others were dumbfounded by this sudden change.
Feng Tianyu looked at the ancient blue dragon on the stage, but smiled.
"Dragons?!" Some of the family leaders around, the suzerain could not help being surprised and surprised.
After Jiang Wuji was taken aback, his eyes narrowed: "It's not the dragon!"
"Isn't it the Dragon?" Jiang Tian was startled. Like all the Patriarchs around him just now, he thought Huang Xiaolong was from the Primordial Dragon.
But, it's not the dragon clan, how could Huang Xiaolong change the body of the ancient dragon clan? Huang Xiaolong's body of the ancient dragon is obviously not an ability gained by practicing certain dragon exercises.
Jiang Wuji's eyes flickered: "It should be that his body has undergone a series of special mutations, so he can transform into the body of the ancient dragon clan."
Tan Hongyi smiled coldly: “Even if he can transform into the body of the ancient dragon clan, it’s nothing. With the strength of Junior Brother Yang Rong, he can still be suppressed! Junior Brother Yang Rong did not perform the Holy Dao technique just now. Was hurt by him."
Qu Jiangmeng and others followed.
At this moment, Yang Rong jumped up from the stage, wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth, looked at Huang Xiaolong, and smiled grimly: "Okay, I didn't expect you to be a trash can be transformed into the ancient dragon clan. In this case, I will kill you more. Pleasure!"
The dragon's power in his whole body is even more vast, and his momentum is much stronger than before. On the top of Yang Rong's head, dragon horns began to grow, and dragon thorns grew everywhere in his hands and legs.
From a distance, Yang Rong is a humanoid dragon beast.
"This is the holy way of the Holy Land of Transforming Dragon, Beast Dragon!" Fan Fan, the master of the Divine Sect of Fanhe, was taken aback.
"Yes, it's the beast dragon! My junior brother Yang Rong has been soaked in dragon blood day and night. I have cultivated this beast dragon for 100,000 years. This Huang Xiaolong is enough!" Qu Jiangmeng smiled.