Stunning beauty

The cold moon shines brightly.

The coast of the North Sea.

The peerless genius of the Li family and the God of Misfortune of Yingzhou faced each other, the battle was fierce, and everything fell into a fever.

Each of the eight-headed dragons has independent consciousness and extraordinary regeneration ability. Even if it is cut off, it can be regenerated quickly.

"Roar!"

Under the night, the roar shook the heavens and the earth, and Baqi God of Misfortune showed amazing power, and the majestic and endless evil energy permeated, almost covering the entire world.

"immortal."

A coldness flashed across Li Qingzhi's eyes, he turned his left hand over, his true energy was sublimated to the utmost, he controlled the spell with Qi, and manifested the wind and thunder with his spell.

In an instant, above the night sky, thunder erupted continuously, penetrating into the Wushuang sword.

The secret treasure of the Taoist sect, the thunder method breaks all evils.

Ahead, Baqi God of Misfortune felt it, roared and spewed out a mouthful of dragon's breath, trying to stop the humans in front of him.

pity.

It's too late.

Ten zhang away, the brilliance of the Wushuang sword is blazing, and it is even more extraordinary with the blessing of thunder.

Li Qing's body moved, and he cut through the dragon's breath with a sword. In the frenzied airflow, the figure rushed out, and in an instant, he was in front of the dragon.

Fast, unbelievably fast.

Even compared to the Feixian Jue, which is known for its speed, it is not far behind.

At least, so far, there is no one in the world like him.

Daoist martial arts showed its full potential in Tianjiao of the Li family.

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingzhi broke through the barrier of the dragon's breath, came to the front of the dragon, cut it down with a sword, and then severed the dragon's head.

"Roar!"

Baqi God of Misfortune roared in pain, each head opened its huge mouth, the dragon's breath surged, and it counterattacked strongly.

Seeing this, Li Qingzhi stepped in the air, avoiding one dragon's breath after another, his figure was like an illusion, as fast as thunder.

The dragon's breath devours the sky and destroys the earth, and wherever it passes, even the space seems to be distorted.

"Human, what have you done!"

Sudden.

Baqi God of Misfortune roared angrily, his body trembling because of the pain.

Surprised to see that the severed head of Baqi God of Misfortune was filled with evil spirits, and the severed head could never be recovered.

Indistinctly, amidst the evil spirit, a flash of thunder surged, preventing the head from being regenerated by the evil dragon.

"Secret of the Dao Gate."

Li Qingzhi stopped and said indifferently, "Your immortal body is useless now."

After the words fell, Li Qingzhi's body swept out again and rushed forward.

Baqi God of Misfortune endured heavy injuries, seven huge heads roared up to the sky, and the dragon's breath was brewing, and the power became more and more amazing.

The next moment, the dragon's breath spewed out, destroying the world.

"Noisy!"

Li Qingzhi let out a cold snort, and his figure flew over to the sky above Baqi God of Misfortune, and then cut off the dragon's head with a single blow.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared in pain, and the remaining six heads twisted wildly, swallowing the human race ahead.

however.

The Li family's peerless genius is too strong.

The God of Misfortune, who has not been completely unsealed and has lost the ability to regenerate, is not enough to fight against.

According to the eyes.

In the void, Li Qingzhi's figure disappeared again.

reappear.

The afterimage was like an illusion, the sword energy was like thunder, and the heads of the three evil dragons broke off in response.

Six to three, the mighty Baqi God of Misfortune lost most of his eight heads.

"Roar!"

The roar symbolized the unwillingness of the God of Misfortune in Yingzhou, but it is a pity that today, he met the last person he should not have met.

Defeat is just a matter of time.

And at the same time.

To the east of Yingzhou, there is Qingping Daze.

The battle between Li Ziye and the three-headed dragon was also coming to an end.

After fighting for a day and a night, Li Ziye was so tired that he couldn't stand still, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Come again!"

Li Ziye forced himself up, looked at the long worm with only one head left in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared angrily, and saw that the young man in front of him was at the end of his strength, and spewed out a mouthful of dragon's breath.

"Shout, your uncle!"

As always, speaking in a civilized manner, Li Ziye rushed out, slashing the dragon's breath with his sword.

The rest of his energy was shaking, and blood was splashing. Li Ziye still couldn't reach the level of his brother, and barely broke the dragon's breath, which was already the limit.

but.

At this moment, it is enough!

The evil dragon, which had also reached its limit, took a breath, and it was difficult to continue the breath. After a short period of stagnation, the figure of the young man rushed in front of him.

last resort.

The evil dragon opened its huge mouth and swallowed it directly.

"If you dare to swallow my master, I don't want to see if you have the appetite!"

Li Ziye held the brick in his hand and smashed it with a cold face.

"boom!"

There was only a huge collision sound, and the two forces, one positive and one evil, collided violently, and one person and one dragon were all affected, with more injuries.

Immediately, vermilion overflowed from the corner of Li Ziye's mouth.

The evil dragon roared in pain, but it was also unbearable.

"The so-called gods are nothing more than mediocre!"

Being close at hand, Li Ziye looked at the god of calamity in Yingzhou in front of him, and said in a cold voice, the last true energy in his body was poured into the sword in his hand, and he swung it across.

The dragon's body shook, and its head snapped off.

In an instant.

The evil spirit spread all over the sky, and the body of the evil dragon disappeared.

The cold moon shines in the eyes, and in the Qingping Daze, the dense fog also begins to fade away, and the sun can be seen again.

"Papa is exhausted."

Li Ziye sat down in the muddy puddle, gasping for breath, so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger.

Next time, he will not do this kind of dirty work.

Just leave it to Little Red Riding Hood and the others!

"Brother Li."

"Little boy."

At this moment, outside Qingping Daze, after the fog cleared, Bai Wangyu and Hua Feng both saw the young man inside and shouted.

"What are you shouting for, let me take a break!"

Li Ziye even replied in an unhappy mood, took a deep breath, and immediately stood up.

"hiss!"

After the beating, Li Ziye noticed the injuries all over his body, gasped in pain, and grinned.

Stumbling, Li Ziye reluctantly walked out of Qingping Daze, and put the Corroding Heart Grass into Huafengdu's hands.

"Sister Hua, from now on, if you cure your illness and break into the five realms, you must help me beat up my second brother, otherwise, I will really suffer a lot!"

When he spoke, Li Ziye's expression was so serious, it can be seen how bitter he felt when he dared not speak out after being beaten for many years.

"must!"

Hua Feng took the Corroding Heart Grass, and also responded very seriously.

"Go home."

Something happened here, just as Li Ziye was about to leave, he staggered suddenly and almost fell down.

"Brother Li."

On the side, Bai Wangyu immediately reached out to support the boy in front of him, and said softly, "I'll help you."

"Ah."

Li Ziye stabilized his figure, smiled wryly, "Old Bai, next time you have such a hard job, come here!"

"it is good."

Bai Wangyu nodded.

The coast of the North Sea.

Just when Li Ziye had just solved Qingping Daze's Will of the God of Misfortune.

Under the cold night.

The Wushuang sword pierced the night sky, and the heads of the last three dragons were broken off.

The sky is full of black air, and the will to harm the world is pervasive, furious and unwilling.

"Human beings, when I unblock you, it will be your doomsday!"

At the last moment, Baqi God of Misfortune roared angrily, and then, the evil spirit filled the sky and dissipated invisible.

When the Baqi mirror falls, the brilliance is lost.

"I'm waiting for you!"

Li Qingzhi responded in a cold voice, put away the Baqi mirror, and the Wushuang sword flew out of his hand, and sank into the sword box.

With the cold wind blowing gently, Li Qingzhi picked up the sword box, turned and left.