Dragon King weapon

At noon, the little dragon king was forced to drink food.

A demonized unicorn carried him on his back and headed towards the main hall of the Heavenly Palace.

Thousands of purple belts, clouds and flames, and the pungent smell of blood in the sky.

General Xi Jing, when he ruled the government of the Three Realms, there were only a few capable generals left in the palace.

As soon as the little dragon king came, he broke the screen and retreated everyone.

He even circled the barrier, and the flames of the magic flames burned several feet high, and no one dared to approach them.

In the battle of the Three Realms, he was re-elected to serve the Five-Fang Ghost Emperor. He had been injured all year round, and now he has established his own family, and still left a lot of blood.

Recently, demons and ghosts from all walks of life visit Nantianmen frequently, and Li Gua is very popular. Occasionally, monsters and ferocious beasts invade. If it is severed, you need to lift your sword yourself and chop a whole body of black blood.

The Three Realms were in chaos, and he had no choice but to guard the treasured land of the Heavenly Palace.

No matter what, he didn't want to believe that the old dragon king had gone, and he didn't give him the slightest chance of revenge.

Using the little dragon king to force the old dragon king to show up is already a bad idea. In the past, there was no need to hesitate, why today, before the execution, he would feel compassion?

This person, fairy, demon, ghost, said, he severely ruined one person and caused a lot of trouble, but he couldn't pay back the hundreds of lives of his white tiger clan back then.

Rong Qianji knelt on the ground, her shoulder blades were pressed against the fairy lock, and if she moved a little, her whole body ached like being hit hard by a blunt object.

Chongduan frowned and said, "Why should I stay in your bedroom overnight?"

Rong Qianji moved his knees, "You have transformed into your original body."

"Nonsense."

After saying that, the long sword in his hand turned into the mighty dragon-slaying halberd, and the pointed tip slammed on Rong Qianji's shoulder. The pain made half of his body go limp. He gritted his teeth and replied, "You are a white tiger..."

"My original body was destroyed a few years ago, where did the white tiger come from?"

The sharp tip is slightly inclined.

He broke his sneer and went another inch.

"I have limited patience."

Rong Qianji bowed his head and remained silent, unable to say anything else.

Peeling off a head of black hair and lightly covering the dragon's horn, Rong Qianji was shocked, and the dragon's horn also turned crimson.

The always proud and honorable Little Dragon King raised his chin, "Let's begin."

For some reason, Chong Duan also felt uncomfortable as if his throat was being pinched, his complexion was still very cold, and his deep eyes could not see the bottom.

He didn't hesitate any more, waved his big hand, and shouted into the nearby air: "Ming Xiao!"

The figure of the water god Mingxiao gradually appeared in the air. He was as weak and boneless as he replied softly: "General!"

Chongduan raised the dragon-slaying halberd to draw flames in the air, and threw the magic weapon to Ming Xiao with his backhand.

"You come."

Ming Xiao was puzzled, in the past the general cut off the dragon horns of the little dragon king himself, why did he cut the dragon horns by himself today?

After a while, the sharp object pierced the edge of the dragon's horn, the slope was like a blade, and the dragon's horn curled into pieces.

Rong Qianji was in so much pain that he still sat up straight, half of the golden thread robe was torn to pieces by himself, and it was extremely wrinkled...

He hummed continuously in his throat, and the dragon's tail frantically swung, causing the undercurrent to surge in the main hall and the wind to blow violently.

It hurts too much!

It is estimated that this round is over, and the dragon's horn will be shortened again, so transparent that it cannot be seen...

What face does he have to be called the Dragon King.

In the sky, lightning and thunder.

It was cut a little bit more, and the rough cut corners were covered with blood coagulation, and there was a burnt smell.

Although Rong Qianji is not a mortal body, he is extremely afraid of pain.

Born as a dragon, the king of beasts, more sensitive than anyone else, more afraid of pain than anyone else.

Zhongduan pretended to be calm and watched, his heart seemed to be severely gripped by something, and he didn't understand why he was so uncomfortable.

He bent his wrist, and stabbed his palm with the soldier talisman hidden under his cuff, to resist the suffocation of being stimulated by Rong Qianji.

After the execution of the punishment, Chong Duan asked the whereabouts of the old Dragon King again.

Rong Qianji still gave the same answer.

The soul is scattered, and you will never be reborn forever.

After he finished answering, he slowly raised his head, and the scales behind the ears slowly spread to the side of his face. The light-colored scales reflected the sky's rays, and his whole person looked like a dream, as if they were about to turn into a dream when touched. Flying smoke went.

Rong Qianji couldn't get up, but knelt and sat on the spot, covering his scaly face.

There are ninety thousand miles between heaven and earth, and one hundred thousand miles between you and me.

That [-] miles is destined to have no share.

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