In the flames, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened. These are the eyes of Huo Plow. God knows why he suddenly appeared in the ice ridge. It looks like he is covered with scars. He has already experienced a very tragic battle. And, Huo The strength and breath of the plough have been greatly weakened compared to before, and there is a heavy breath in his nose.
"what… "
Amid a horrible howl, a person crawled out from under the dragon's legs. It was Xiao Swen with an iron spear. He was so strong that he could not die like this
He stood up, touched his damaged and bleeding shoulder, and said, "Nima, it hurts..."
Fang Geque shouted from a distance: "Little gentleman, be careful!"
"what?"
Xiao Swen turned his head, but saw the fierce smile of the dragon fire plow, and a sharp claw that had been bent. The bent claw suddenly flicked, and with a "pop", the legendary captain was already there. Flying into the distant wind, the body in the air turned into a sporadic brilliance and scattered, and was finally killed by the fire plow.
…
"Woo..."
There was another moan|moan, I lifted my sword and looked at it, but found that on the back of Huo Li’s dragon, there was a beautiful warrior. She was not someone else but Liushuang. Most of her Hua Zhanhua sword had already been pierced. In the back of the dragon, she can stay on the back of the dragon by holding the hilt tightly. Moreover, the triple iron rope is wrapped around the dragon's neck, held in her hand by the frost, and the iron chain is burned red. I know how much pain Liushuang has endured in order to kill this magic dragon, and I can see that Liushuang's blood bar has only a trace of blood, and it may be about to die soon, and the breath is also terribly weak!
"Frost!"
I drank in a low voice, rushed in three or two steps, lifted my boots, and stepped on Huo Plow’s nose with a "pop", and rushed over, suddenly supporting Liushuang, looking at the scars on her body, feeling distressed. Unable to add to that, my beauty mentor once was a magnificent beauty and was called the number one beauty in the Destiny Continent, but now she has become such an embarrassed appearance.
Liushuang looked at me blankly and smiled: "It's great to see you again..."
At this moment, the magic dragon fire plough below him suddenly roared, stood up, shaking his head and neck violently, it seemed that he wanted to shake me and Liushuang off together.
"Hold me tight!" Liu Shuang hurriedly yelled.
I opened my hand and hugged the shoulders of the beautiful instructor, and then, in a dragon roar, Liushuang and I were taken to the sky by Huo Plow, Huo Plow even turned his head to look at us, a pair of scarlet eyes Filled with anger, he roared and said, "Liu Shuanghua, you hateful woman, for Luo Lin, do you even want your life?"
The blood-stained shirt flew behind Liushuang, and said, "Master Luo Lin is Dragon City's only hope. In order to keep him alive, what is my fate? Huo Li, today is your death date, no Kill you, I won't look down!"
The fire plow roared and rolled in the air, a blazing flame dashed across the sky, constantly twisting, as if dancing, if there weren't a wave of tragic dragons.
I held Liushuang tightly, for fear of being thrown down, so high, I would definitely fall to death if I fell, there was no suspense at all.
…
"drop!"
A message from Yue Qingqian: "Brother Xiaoyao, you... Why did you follow the fire dragon to the sky, are you okay? Will it be burned to death, oooo, what shall we do?"
I gave myself some vitality healing skills and replied: "No, Qing Qian will take everyone to continue crossing the river and stepping on the ice of the glacier river basin. Don’t look back. There are still too many people in myths, and Fang Fang Songque is immortal, and we will never be able to defeat the myth!"
"Well, I know!"
Overlooking the earth, Yue Qingqian led the 200 people with Dragon Slaying, Soldiers approaching the city, and Scarlet Contract on the ice of the Glacier River Basin. Behind him is a dense cluster of 4000+ mythological elites. Fang Geque is also among them. Ge Que's fear of Zhanlong is really too strong, just as he said, Zhanlong will not die, and his heart is uneasy!
Seeing Fang Geque's continuous chasing and killing, the dragon-slasher was also quickly lost, and there were only less than 100 people left in a moment, and the other party still maintains a staff of 4000+ people, I knew immediately, It's too late, we really lost...
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"Roar..."
In the air, the magic dragon fire plow roared and continued to wreak havoc, burning me and Liushuang's body with flames. The flowing frost ice armor had been broken many times, and the residual vindictiveness in the body even condensed the ice armor again. Difficult, you must quickly kill Huo Plow, otherwise my beautiful tutor may really disappear forever.
After taking a look, I grabbed the iron chain suddenly and slid it down. With a "slap", I landed on the blind area of the dragon's neck. This is an area where the fire plow can't reach you. Here, there happens to be a short sword stuck in it. , It's Luo Lin's saber!
"Snapped!"
Grasping the hilt with one hand, I grabbed the iron chain and held myself there, then took out the cold iron sword, and pierced the dragon’s neck with one end of the iron chain with a sound of "pouch," blood splashed, so it was I fixed myself in place. Amid the screams of the fire plow, I drew out King Qin’s sword and slashed at his neck, splashing magma-like blood, and the fire plow screamed angrily, but there was nothing he could do. Neither Dragon's Breath nor Dragon Claws can touch this blind zone.
Liushuang’s voice came from a faint voice: "Well, move up half a meter of attack position. This is the area where the upper leaves of the devil dragon’s scales are the most painful. It is also the storage location of his dragon’s power. Attack there, you can vent it. His power, as long as the power of the dragon is consumed, the fire plow will be just a reckless beast, hurry up!"
I nodded: "I know!"
Qin Wangjian raised his sword, slashing "puff puff", the horrible howl of the fire plow penetrated the clouds, roared, and dived directly into the ground, as if he was crazy!
Above the earth, there is a vague glacier basin, and a large number of players are chasing and killing in the glacier basin.
"Boom!"
The magic dragon fire plough slammed into the ice layer, and the ice layer broke for a while, and then flew up again to alleviate the pain he suffered, but the effect did not seem to be great, and it could not shake me and Liushuang from his body.
…
"puff!"
Qin Wangjian slammed in, and suddenly his neck swelled with the horrible cry of the fire plow of the magic dragon. My attack triggered his dragon's breath, and a long dragon's breath glided across the sky, like a plane crashing. The trajectory is average.
"Shasha..."
The Luolin Sabre and Broken Sword, which I was holding tightly in my left hand, was swaying. Huo Plow was in pain. It must be a neuron area. After the pain, the flight trajectory of Huo Plow shifted a bit, opposite to the direction of my sway
This is interesting. I once again deliberately twisted the broken sword, and immediately the fire plow began to fly to the left. To make sure, I twisted the broken sword to the left again, and the fire plow immediately started flying to the right. He could hardly control his flight. The direction, yes, this is the key area of flying neurons in his body!
The violent wind flew by with my cloak of war-predators. Although it was a life of nine deaths at the moment, I was ecstatic. A new idea jumped out uncontrollably in my mind and immediately put it into practice!
Twisting the broken sword, the fire plow rushed into the air. I controlled it accurately. The flight path of the fire plow directly cut off the myth’s path to chase and kill the dragon. King Qin’s sword was sent off suddenly, and the dragon’s neck began to bulge. The next moment , A long breath of dragon spit out on the ice, and the flames splashed, and the 500-meter-long section of ice was completely melted!
"what?!"
Yue Qingqian hurried forward, with joy in her eyes: "Brother Xiaoyao... this is amazing..."
The mythical group gritted their teeth.
I drove the fire plow to continue flying, and in a round turn, behind the mythical 4000+ people, another searing dragon's breath sprayed down, melting a long ice layer, but the ice layer was too thick, and it didn't collapse!
King Qin jabbed harder, uh, the power of the fire plow disappeared, the dragon's power was exhausted, and the dragon's breath could no longer be continued.
"This unscientific… "
I tried another bucket, and suddenly heard a "click", my heart felt cold, and a frosty helpless chuckle came from my ear: "Silly boy, you pierced his energy bag..."
I panicked, but looking at the densely packed mythological players on the ice, a new crazy idea jumped out again. I glanced at the blood of the dragon fire plough, 1%, dying, um, let him be the last Help me with one breath!
Broken sword twisted, Huo Plow howled miserably, and dived down, the target was directed at the group of people headed by Fang Geque!
…
"Boom!"
The huge mountain-like dragon body directly smashed the ice layer, leading to a chain reaction. A large ice layer was completely shattered. 4000+ mythological players fell into the water one after another. Then, the sound of "rustling" came from the river. A ferocious coelacanth appeared, and began to bite the players who fell into the water, screaming repeatedly!
"Kill Xiaoyao at ease, even if you lose your last breath!" Fang Geque said, standing on a small block of ice.
Scenes of the tragic deaths of Li Mu, Song Han, Matcha, Ran Min and other dragon-slashing players appeared before my eyes. Almost all of them were gifted by myths. Suddenly, a monstrous flame ignited in my chest and suddenly jumped from the body of the dragon. Holding the sword with both hands, he shouted violently: "Fang Geque!"
"Boom!"
A sword furiously smashed the ice cube on which Fang Geque was standing. I grabbed the collar of Fang Geque’s robe so that he could not leap in space while being restrained, and both of them fell. Entering the cold river water, surrounding coelacanths are biting the players of the Myth Guild. The cold river water makes people more sober, and Fang Geque's eyes are full of anger and horror.
The paper fan waved, and the flame wind and ice rock continued to bombard my body.
The moment I let go, the two swords danced in a staggered manner, and cut 7 swords in a row with "pap pap", and then again, Bing Lie, roared, "We should settle this account!"
"10278!"
Han Binglie directly exploded a fatal blow, Fang Ge's eyes widened, and the dignified leader of the mythology, the first man of destiny, was killed in the cold river in this way!