The Secret of the Seal

Before the cold Wei Dongfei, he hugged the Jinxiu, which was almost unstable because of the exhaustion of spiritual power, and flew back. Not waiting for him to quit too far, he heard a thunderstorm anger and loudly, only his ears were suddenly deaf, and the spiritual power in the body was almost out of control. The figure fell to the ground involuntarily, lying on the ground, being layered. The pressure from the layer was so pressure that it could not be lifted.

At the same time, the collision between the Red Dragon Sword Spirit and the Black Dragon began. There is no fancy, only hard to touch. The two mad dragons rushed into the air in one place, making a loud bang.

Painted the heart and stood far enough, looking at the two dragons in the sky, the brows of the brows. "This is a beautiful embroidery. There are really two brushes. You can fight this with the dragon. It is dead. Regrettable."

Tu Xingxin knows the terrible strength of Black Dragon too. It is precisely because he thinks that he will never want to reach the realm of Black Dragon in his life, so he willingly leans on his knees and makes a dog. Although the performance of the Red Dragon Sword Spirit is not bad, but he knows that this is only temporary, and the final winner will be the Black Dragon.

Soon, the Emperor Anzhen and others also discovered this fact. In a blink of an eye, the shape of the Red Dragon Sword Spirit has shrunk by nearly half, and the offensive is not as brave as before, but is sharply weakened. [

Look at the Black Dragon, but the glory is still the same, and the Vietnam War is more and more brave. Every swing of the dragon tail seems to break the sky.

At first, the Red Dragon Sword Spirit and the Black Dragon smashed into one place. The result was half a catty and two, and each of them retreated several times. Later, the two collided again, the black dragon did not move, the Red Dragon Sword Spirit was farther and farther away, and now, the black dragon's tail swept away, and the Red Dragon Sword Spirit can be swept away.

"It's terrible..." Yu Jinxiu lay on the ground, staring in the air, his eyes full of gloom.

"Predecessors, Red Dragon Sword..." Cold Weidong's exclamation will attract the attention of Jinxiu to the Red Dragon Sword. I don't know when, there are countless cracks on the sword front of the Red Dragon Sword, and the crack is still increasing and deepening.

"No one is its opponent, we completely lost..." Yu Jinxiu said this sentence, slowly closing his eyes, only the desperation of his heart.

"No! Mr. Qin may have a way to defeat it." Cold Weidong could not accept this cruel reality, and could not help but shouted.

Yu Jinxiel shook his head gently, did not speak, but his expression was enough to explain his heart, he was not as optimistic as Cold Weidong.

Every time the Red Dragon Sword Spirit is swept away by the Black Dragon, the figure will shrink and the power will be weakened. At the end, it is completely out of proportion with the Black Dragon. The Black Dragon obviously has lost interest and patience. When the Red Dragon Sword Spirit is not afraid of death, the sharp dragon claws will completely capture the Red Dragon Sword Spirit, and then they will see the black light like the tide. Surging, the Red Dragon Sword Spirit is like a torch placed in the water, instantly annihilated.

With the disappearance of the Red Dragon Sword Spirit, the Red Dragon Sword, which has been held in the hands of Jinxiu, has also been turned into a debris of the earth.

" Lose... Lost?" The entire Emperor Anzhen was struck by lightning and stood there as if he had forgotten where he was.

Princess Anzhen could not accept it, but she had to accept it. The cruel reality made her tears overflowing and weeping from time to time.

For a moment, everyone’s heart sank to the bottom. Thousands of people gathered in one place, but did not make a sound, desperate emotions are like a beast with a big mouth open, silently swallowing their hearts and fighting spirit...