The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

The 426th chapter, smashing the sky!

No one thought that the person who fell out of the blue water pool this time was Mu Dingyi.

And in such a way of 'humiliation'.

Mu Dingyi, Xifeng old sword god, stop the old gods.

When did it appear that it was not floating high in the air? Which one is standing in front of people is not a white robe hunting spotless?

"What violent things happened just now?"

The people couldn't help but ask such questions in their hearts.

Moreover, now that the old **** of Ding Ding came out from the blue water pool, then, what about Li Muyang?

The blue waterhole is getting more and more swaying, and the mouth is getting smaller and smaller, and the color is getting lighter and lighter. It seems that this hard-out space is about to disappear.

嗖——

The water ripples, and Li Muyang, who is dressed in white, has emerged from the cold pool.

When his body was about to fall, the Wolf King rushed and slammed him on his back.

Li Muyang’s body leaned softly against the wolf’s back, and the wooden tripod lying down on the ground looked over.

I have to say that the blow was just too dangerous.

When Li Muyang was riding and sitting on the wolf king and snowballs hit the center of the sword array, the three sides attacked, the sword array was about to collapse, and the innocent swords contained in it merged and then collided with the explosion.

When Wood Ding saw the danger, he immediately took out a separate space with his sword and then drilled into the water mirror.

I only need to get through this robbery. When I come out, I will kill Li Muyang.

However, what he did not expect was that his body had just entered the field, and Li Muyang also rushed in.

Li Muyang came in, and the wolf king and the snowball naturally wanted to come in and try to come in.

When Mu Ding was unable to intercept Li Muyang, naturally there was no way to intercept the pure elemental wolf king and snowball -

Therefore, in the small space, Li Muyang led a wolf and a dog to a horrible group.

What makes Muding desperate is that because the water space is too small, he can't escape, can't escape, can only bear it hard.

The most terrible thing is to split a sacred mind to protect this space.

If the space explodes, all the people inside will be crushed into dust -

As for the result of the wolf and the dog, it is not known.

That is to say, there is no courage to go with Li Muyang, and they are not willing to lose this battle. Therefore, the end of Mu Dingyi is quite miserable.

"Old god, what's wrong with him?" asked the West Wind King Chu Xianda.

Fu Wang stood up and said to Chu Xianda: "Your Majesty, the battle is here, it seems that Li Muyang wants to win - not, this game will stop here?"

"Yeah, the old **** is seriously injured and fell to the ground, fearing that there is already a worry of life - if the old gods are killed in the battle inside the empire, then the country is the leader of the lost -" Cui Dust also voiced out .

"It is this truth--" Chu Xianda looked at Lu Xingkong and asked: "How do you mean the country?"

"Your Majesty, still wait and see how it changes. Li Muyang is still high on the wolf's back, the old gods - and there is no need to fight again. Or wait until the physical condition of the old gods is determined, let's make the next step." Lu Xingkong said: "In addition, I have already persuaded me to squat, and I want to stop the battle. The two sides are more harmonious. But they are forcibly rejected by the old gods. If they squat again, they are rejected by the old gods." This is detrimental to your reputation."

"The country's adults say it is very good." Chu Xianda said with a voice. "Then wait and see."

Apparently, the king still hated the fact that Mu Ding had not given him a face and refused his truce request.

"Old gods -" a group of white light flashed, the elders of the wind quickly rushed toward the place where the old **** lay down. He reached out and tried to help the old curator, Mu Dingyi, but found an invisible wall that blocked his hand.

"Old gods -" the horror of the elders in the wind.

The old gods are clearly on the ground, motionless and unknown. How does the body have such a strong defense?

And what is he going to do?

The golden little sword was suspended in the air, and it kept turning on top of his head.

噗嗤——

There was a hole in the arm of Mu Dingyi.

There was a **** fly in the mouth, immersed in the golden little sword.

噗嗤——

There are more than a dozen wounds on the body of Mu Dingyi.

Those wounds with the same flying hemorrhoids, like a red silk thread, flew toward the golden little sword and merged.

The color of the golden sword gradually becomes faint, then turns into cyan, light red, and dark.

The last red blood.

Blood flow is like a note, blood is arrogant.

The whole golden sword was wrapped in the blood, and the golden sword became a red blood sword.

The body of Mu Dingyi floated up like a paper basket blown by the wind.

His eyes were closed and his body stood in the air.

Because of his excessive blood loss, his face became paler and his body became thinner and thinner.

Soon there was only a skinny bone, which looked like a horrible corpse.

"Blood sacrifice - to worship the sword spirit with its own blood--" Lu Xing's face was dignified and screamed: "Your Majesty, please stop him from doing this quickly. Otherwise it will hurt the innocent, and there is not a few live mouths on this mountain." ——"

“Is it so serious?” Chu Xianda looked horrified.

"It is true." Cui washed the dust and said. "Unfortunately, the blood sacrifice has been opened. Naturally, there is a beginning and a end. Now I am afraid that there is no way to stop it?"

"Protect your majesty." Li Fu screamed and said: "Come, protect your safety."

The Supervision Division gathered toward the battle platform, and the Feiyu Army gathered around the observation platform.

Around Chusuda, there were several faceless courts offering. They are invisible everywhere, and will not appear until the danger comes.

"Old gods--" The elders of the wind are crying like rain, crying and saying: "Old gods, don't do this."

With my blood, pay homage to the sword spirit.

In fact, it is to combine their own blood and sword into one, and all the body's true strength is poured on the sword. Everyone is a sword, and a sword is a human being. Only in this way can we exert the greatest combat power and lethality.

A sword is thrown out, there is no return.

In other words, regardless of this sword, he can not kill Li Muyang, Mu Ding will never be able to return.

Because he exhausted the real yuan, destroyed the soul, and also dried up the blood in his body -

Wood Ding reached out and held his right hand in the air.

嗖——

The red blood sword fell into the right hand of Mu Dingyi.

Mu Ding holds the blood sword in one hand, the blood on the long sword is filled with blood, and the blood is boiling.

The sword pointed to the sky, the black clouds rolled over the sky, and the lightning flashed.

Even this huge mountain seems to be afraid of the power of this sword, the stone is rolling, and the wood is broken. Among the clumps, the branches of the thorns destroyed by the swordsman were numerous, and the sound of the cymbals rang through the valley.

Above the sword of the blood sword, a white lightning appeared.

The lightning was blotted by the blood of the blood blade and turned into a red lightning.

Hey -

The red lightning flashed above the sky, flickering, and made a strange noise.

Hey -

The red lightning suddenly exploded, and the large black cloud in the sky was shaken by it. A huge figure appeared in the middle of the solid black cloud, just like the sky was split. .

"This sword is not only Li Muyang, it is intended to be in the sky - he wants a sword to smash the starry sky. Can it be said that this old guy has already broken the starry sky?" On the battle platform, a black robe is dedicated to the voice. .

"Your Majesty, please drive back to the palace immediately, this is not a place to stay -"

"Come on, protect your majesty - form a defensive wall -"

"I'm afraid it's too late." Cui washed his eyes like electricity, staring at the wooden dingy in the middle of the sky like a white robe. The heart felt ridiculous and felt embarrassed. The imposing West Wind Sword God, the old **** of the water, was forced to be forced to a point by a nameless pawn, and he did not hesitate to use a blood sacrifice sword to launch a suicide attack.

"This Li Muyang, is it really strong?" Cui washed the dust in his heart. “Does it mean that he is the biggest unrest factor in this overall situation?”

"Come on?" Li Muyang looked at the wooden tripod in the sky. Now Mu Dingyi has lost his master's demeanor. It looks like a dry gangster in a white robe. Tiandu people think of this person again, I am afraid that they will have a nightmare?

Pulling an old **** to the altar and letting the world see his true face - there is a feeling of great hatred in Li Muyang's heart.

You want to kill me, I want to kill you.

This is fair.

"It’s finally over." Li Muyang thought to himself, and there was a kind of relief in his heart.

He looked at the sky and inserted it into the cloud-colored **** sword.

Then, the body flew up from the wolf's back and stood in the same sky.

Waiting for the best sword of the wood Ding one to exhaust the soul.

Li Muyang's hands clenched his fists, and the pupils were covered in **** fog.

Between the hands, there is a huge white light ball flickering, like two extremely rare dragon balls.

咔嚓——

The wooden tripods fell one by one, and a huge ditch appeared in the sky.

"Roar--"

Li Muyang held the beads in both hands and threw them out with force.

Hula -

The two white light **** merged into one in the air, and then slammed into the **** giant sword that came back.

boom--

The **** giant sword smashed the huge ball of light, still rushing down, toward the sheep and sheep in the air.

The ground shakes the mountain.

The world is eclipsed.

The heavy snow stopped suddenly and the river was poured.

The whole world is like a world.

In the sky, the blood is filled with water, and the thin body of Li Muyang is shrouded in the blood of the large piece, and disappears without disappearing.

"Ah--"

In the sky, Mu Ding looked at the sword he had pulled out.

Grinning, but found that the smile is so stiff.

咔嚓——

His body burst open and turned into dust and drifted around.

Xifeng old sword god, stop the old god.

Mu Dingyi, war dead!

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