Cultivate the ruthless way for him

A pale hand stretched out in time, blocking Zhao Zhao behind.

"Let Master come."

Almost at the same time, a sword shadow glowing with cold frost pierced through the sky, directly piercing the dragon's body.

The black dragon groaned in pain, twisted its huge body, its scales suddenly opened, and shot countless black arrows.Everyone raised their spirit swords to resist, Mo Yu pushed Liu Fuying to a corner, warned him not to move around, and walked out with his sword.

"Naughty animal! Sue to death!"

Mo Yu's swordsmanship was fierce, and the Qing seal on the forehead that belonged exclusively to the prince of the heavenly clan suddenly lit up, turning into a white glow, and directly cut off the two sharp front claws of the dragon that were glowing with devilish energy.

The magic dragon roared up to the sky, and the sound shook the sky.

Then there was a muffled thunder in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, raindrops as big as ink droplets fell down.

This black dragon condensed with demonic energy has the ability of the dragon clan to summon wind and rain.

The raindrops are different from the rain of arrows, they are natural phenomena, as thin as a cow's hair, penetrating into every hole, and sword energy alone cannot resist it.Zhang Yuan shouted: "Everyone retreat to the corridor!"

Several thunderbolts and light shadows struck down together, piercing through the dragon's body.

For others, this may be the power of catastrophe that can turn people into ashes, but for dragons, it is the source of power.

The magic dragon uttered a louder whistle, finally broke free from Chi Xiao's shackles, soared away, hovered in mid-air, staring at Zhang Yuan with scarlet eyes like bloody lanterns.

Fu Qiu, who had been manipulating the magic dragon and watching coldly, let out a strange smile.

"How does this little pet of this seat compare to your majesty's?"

Zhang Yuan pulled up Chi Xiao indifferently, and when he heard the word "Xiao Chong", a rare layer of frost appeared on his face, against the raindrops all over the sky, jade crowns and sleeves fluttered, directly soaring into the sky, submerged in the magic dragon In the huge body.

Click.

Violet lightning, as thick as a tree trunk, mixed with muffled thunder pierced through the sky.

The dragon's body rolled and circled, and expanded several times again, covering the entire sky. From time to time, frosty white awns burst out from the depths of the scales.

Listen to the thunder and rain.

Zhao Zhao was startled, woke up, thought of something, got up hastily, and ran down the corridor.

"stop."

Mo Yu grabbed the boy tightly.

"what are you doing?"

Zhao Zhao glared at him angrily: "Let me go."

After all, there was another sharp pain in my heart.

Zhaozhao was so painful that his eyes went dark, and he almost bent down, but he still held on, pushed Mo Yu away, and said, "Go away, I want to find Master."

The thunder grew louder.

The raindrops that were originally as thin as a cow's hair have turned into the size of beans at some point.

In the air, there are only the roar of the dragon and the thunderstorms caused by the scraping of the scales through the clouds.

Such a scene is so familiar.

Master.

Zhaozhao gritted his teeth, held on, and staggered towards the courtyard.

400 years ago, it was such a weather, such a situation, Master and the dragon died together.

That scene has always been Zhao Zhao's deepest nightmare during the days and nights when he walked alone.

He had already lost his master once.

No, strictly speaking, it has been lost twice.

He couldn't afford to lose a third time.

Zhaozhao endured the severe pain in the inner palace, and mobilized the immortal power of his whole body. The skin on his arms and the blood vessels in his body were all cracked, swollen, and severely painful due to excessive force.

Zhao Zhao didn't realize it, and with red eyes, he passed the crowd and went out.

Mo Yu and Si Nan wanted to stop again, but were forced back by the powerful force erupting from Zhao Zhao.

At this moment, the young man was holding the sword, as decisive as an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

Inky raindrops soon fell on Zhao Zhao's eyebrows, hair, and robe.

"Zhao Zhao!"

Si Nan was shocked and wanted to rush out, but was stopped by Mo Yu.

"Go alone."

Mo Yu strode past him and teleported in front of Zhao Zhao.

Zhao Zhaohong swung his sword with eyes open, forcing Mo Yu to retreat half a foot.

"Go away."

Zhao Zhao took a deep breath and said word for word.

Naturally, Mo Yu would not retreat at this time, and opened the seal on his forehead again, directly gathering the sword intent in his palm, wanting to break through the Zhaozhao domain with his hand.

Zhao Zhao didn't even look at it, a stronger force burst out of his body, almost cutting off Mo Yu's hand.

Mo Yu felt a pain in her chest, knowing that she might be injured internally by this little guy, so she forced herself to swallow, without time to think about it, she continued to reach out to grab Zhao Zhao's shoulder.

This time, a thunderbolt directly released from the boy's body.

Mo Yu was taken aback for a moment, almost refusing to report her entire arm.

Sighing, he resigned himself to fate: "No wonder your brother said you were disobedient, it really is..."

Zhao Zhao had already walked to the center of the small courtyard, his clothes were drenched by the rain, he raised his head, his black and white pupils shrank violently, staring at the black dragon who was showing off his power in the rolling thunder and lightning.

A ray of light reflected from the black dragon scale armor happened to fall into the young man's eyes.

Zhaozhao raised his sword, and his black hair flew in all directions, as if exploding. The swordsmanship and Wuqing Tao in his body were moving and merging rapidly at a terrifying speed. Wuqing just exclaimed, and the ending sound disappeared in the rapidly expanding immortal essence.

Rumble.

Countless thunders came from all directions abruptly, the sound was terrifyingly loud.

Like a pilgrimage, flock to where the young man's sword is pointing.

In mid-air, the magic dragon was caught by the thunder, and its huge body suddenly froze.

Almost in the blink of an eye, 72 thunders from the sky arrived, accompanied by the whistling wind, the dripping rain, the cries of mountains and rocks, the swaying of vegetation, the exclamation and screams of the crowd, and they fell on the tip of the sword pointing to the sky. above.

pat.

A drop of ink-colored rain drops.

Jingxin, together with the young man, was trapped in the huge net woven by Tianlei.

Zhao Zhao's broken hair was cut off, his robe was cut off, and his red pupils were gradually split in half.

"Zhao Zhao!"

Everyone stood up and shouted.

Sinan's eyes went dark, and he fell down.

A sword of the primordial spirit that was covered with silver and white frost rushed straight to the sky with three feet of frost.

A sword frost.

Surprise Kyushu.