Douluo Dalu: Drunk and Ruthless

Zui Qingqing echoed: "Purple Golden Skink, a kind of dragon soul beast with low true dragon bloodline. The bloodline can continue to evolve, so that it can reach the peak of Dragon King!" Zui Qingqing lowered his head slightly, thinking that he was in The books read in the library of the Tiandou Empire naturally know the terror of the Purple Golden Skink. If no one comes to the bottom today, everyone will be buried here.

Zui Qingqing nodded lightly, dragged the Moon-Eating Demonic Dragon by its tail and threw it to Youying, "Take it and run! The further away, the better!" Zui Wuqing shouted loudly, and his martial soul instantly possessed him. , rushed into the jungle without looking back. "Brother!" Zui Mengying let out a heart-rending roar and was about to rush into the jungle. The clouds on the side cut into Zui Mengying's neck very quickly. Zui Mengying looked back in surprise and then fell down. In Yunduan's arms, with the warm fragrance and warm jade in his arms, Yunduan suppressed his desire, secretly said a word of offence, and led the people to rush to the rear quickly.

Zui Qingqing gently pulled out the long sword wrapped in silk that was hidden behind his back, and gently stroked the smooth sword body. Xue Mengchen, who was sleeping in his mind, said lazily: "Don't be afraid of it, maybe it can still come back." It will become your third soul ring!" The voice was extremely refreshing, and the sweetness like fine honey entering the throat radiated from the whole body. Zui Qingqing subconsciously aroused goosebumps all over his body, and he rubbed them a little unaccustomedly. Rub shoulders.

"Pour your soul power into your right arm, and you will gain unexpected rewards!" After saying these few words, he fell into a deep sleep again. Right hand? Zui Qingqing was hesitant, but after hearing her words, he gently injected a trace of soul power, and a strong black and white sword light burst out from his fingertips, causing a big tree in the sky to burst into laughter. Trembling, a black hole appeared in the tree. Not only that, the black holes spread extremely slowly throughout the tree, and the entire 4900-year-old Demon-Eyed Demonic Tree turned into black and white mist, leaving only a purple soul ring on the ground.

Zui Mengwuqingchen swallowed his saliva and said something strange: "What is the blood in my body? Why do Youying tremble!?" Xue Mengchen didn't answer his question like a silent cat, and Zui Qingqingchen also knew , if all the soul power she usually accumulated was exhausted in one day, even talking might be a luxury for her. Instead of talking to her, she waved the bladeless long sword in her hand slightly, and a stream of sword energy came from the tip of the sword. Sliding down, "Roar!" Waves of purple-gold blood came from behind the chopped down tree. The purple-gold skink took heavy steps and roared dissatisfied, causing a wave of birds to fly past. Behind its broad back A ferocious sword mark broke through the thick and tough scales, revealing thick and thick white bones. The granulations on both sides of the wound slowly intertwined, and the wound healed seven to eight percent in an instant.

"Roar!" Waves of purple-gold dragon flames spit out. Zui Qingqing held the long sword in his hand. The long sword that he thought was about to melt miraculously blocked the dragon flames. Zui Wuqing was stunned for a few seconds, and the long sword in his hand slashed diagonally. When he comes out, he forgets himself in an instant. When he comes out with the sword, he has already forgotten himself!

One piece touched the hard skull of the purple-gold skink. At the moment of contact, layers of fine blue and red dragon patterns suddenly appeared on the originally smooth sword body, arousing a layer of gray-gold three-color dragon patterns. The sword light broke through the defense of the Purple Golden Skink's skull as easily as cutting tofu. .

The Purple Golden Skink, the king of thirty-five thousand soul beasts in the Sunset Forest, died!

The sword light turned, revealing a powerful attraction. A lizard-like phantom rushed out from the purple golden skink's skull and was swallowed by the sword in his hand. Zui Qingqing had no time to check, because suddenly a figure suddenly rushed out from the side. The white figure was about to cut down the long sword in his hand when a familiar figure called out: "Brother Zui, are you okay?" Zui Qingqing turned his sword in an instant and passed him by, setting off a burst of sword light.