Chapter 291 The Blood of the Dragon

Zhao Di, who lost contact with the golden arrow, could not manipulate the arrow to detonate himself.

After the gray dragon swallowed the golden arrow, it suddenly spit out again. At this time, the golden light of the sword was extremely dark, and it was obviously unbearable.

The ghost woman knelt down and saluted the gray dragon respectfully, saying, "Please kill this son!"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Di was stunned. It was really strange that the other party was so respectful to the gloomy gray dragon she summoned.

Youlong seemed to look at the ghost girl impatiently and turned to stare at Zhao Di. Anyone could see the anthropomorphic disdain in his big eyes.

Zhao Di's heart was cold. The yin power emitted by the gray dragon was extremely powerful. He couldn't see how powerful the gray dragon was at all!

Obviously, whether from the attitude of the ghost girl, the majesty of the dragon, or the action of the dragon lifting weight and destroying the golden arrow just now, it can be judged that the strength of this gray dragon far exceeds that of the ghost girl herself!

The gray dragon was not in a hurry to kill Zhao Di, but took a big breath, inhaled the thick yin qi within hundreds of feet nearby into his abdomen, and then rolled in mid-air with satisfaction. It seemed that he had not moved his muscles and bones for a long time, and now he was about to play happily.

The ghost girl was anxious. She knew that this secret skill could not last too long, but now the strength of this yin dragon is still above her, and it is not completely controlled by her. She did not dare to urge, so as not to annoy the shape of the real dragon, which is famous for its arrogance and power in the cultivation of immortal She did not dare to attack Zhao Di. Zhenlong's arrogant temper was definitely unwilling to join hands with others to meet the enemy, not to mention facing an early human monk in the early Yuanying who was vulnerable in the eyes of Zhenlong's eyes!

Zhao Di didn't know what to do. Did he stay still, or did he turn around and run away?

In the face of the strong strength shown by the gray dragon, he had already given up the idea of fighting to the death.

In the fight to the death, there must be a glimmer of vitality to win. Now this gray dragon is unfathomable, and the battle with one is simply looking for death.

Seeing that the gray dragon was still absorbing the yin and playing, Zhao Zhi made up his mind to throw thousands of cranes and step on it. At the same time, his feet suddenly poured a lot of spiritual power into the crane's body. The latter turned into a white light and fled at a very fast speed.

Just after flying hundreds of feet, the yin dragon actually drove a gray gas and stopped in front of Zhao Di at a faster speed.

Zhao Di hurriedly stopped Qian Yuhe, turned the direction, and fled to the other side.

The gray dragon seemed to like this kind of chasing game very much, and silently turned into a gray escape, and then appeared more than a hundred feet in front of Zhao Di again, so that Zhao Di almost hit it.

Zhao Di was in a hurry and spewed out the dream glass sword, turning into a purple light to the gray dragon. At the same time, he controlled Qianyu cranes to fly to the side.

With a "pop", the gray dragon seemed to raise its claws casually and flew the Mengli sword dozens of feet away.

"Puff", Zhao Di's chest surged with blood, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

Under the beat of the gray dragon, the Mengli sword was damaged a lot, which made Zhao Di, who was connected with the god of heart, also slightly injured on the spot.

He moved his mind and recalled Meng Lijian. He only took a look, and his distressed and regretful look could not hide the well.

The aura of this sword is greatly damaged. Without several years of baby fire cultivation, it is definitely impossible to return to the previous level.

At the same time, the gray dragon flew to the front of Zhao Di and looked at Zhao Di with interest.

The contempt and provocative look made Zhao's heart cold.

He shook his sleeve robe, the ice wind dragonfly, two splits and a group of puppets flew out in turn. "Even if he can't see any chance, he will fight to the death!

When the gray dragon saw the ice wind dragon, he suddenly opened his mouth and whispered, revealing a greedy expression of joy.

And the ice wind dragonfly, his whole body trembled, "I was afraid of the abnormal situation. Zhao Di, the master, felt that the blood vessels all over his body were retrograde, and the aura was blocked, and the situation was really bad. He quickly put the ice wind into the ring of the spirit beast.

When the gray dragon saw that Zhao Di put away the ice wind dragonfly, there was a trace of anger in his eyes. The dragon's head was raised and looked up to the sky with a shocking dragon's voice.

Zhao Di hurriedly ran the magic formula to protect his mind, but his figure was still stunting, and a little blood flowed out of his orifices. If it hadn't been for his abnormal consciousness, he would have fainted.

But at this time, he suddenly felt that there was a treasure in the storage bracelet that was ready to move.

This treasure is the last life-saving straw of Zhao Di!

Without hesitation, he took this thing out of the storage bracelet. He saw a few feet long snake-shaped red light flash, and then was ingested by Zhao Di's hand and turned into a blood-red sword. It was the so-called "God, devil, a sword to be the sword"!

"Ah, I understand!" Hun Yuanzi suddenly shouted in Zhao Di's mind, and then said in a tone of joy and jealous, "Stinky boy, your luck is really not bad, your chance has come!" "What does the senior mean?" Zhao Di didn't know why, but he also heard that Hun Yuanzi's tone seemed to A lot.

"What do you mean? Just look at the expression of the gray dragon!" Hun Yuanzi said with a little dissatisfaction, but shook his head in his heart, sighing that this guy's luck was too good!

Zhao Di looked at it according to his words. Sure enough, the gray dragon was staring at the blood-red sword in Zhao Di's hand. In a pair of giant eyes, there was a trace of fear.

The gray dragon suddenly spit out one by one, and a huge gray ball about ten feet in diameter hit Zhao Di, which was extremely fierce!

It is also a negative attack, but the gray ball spit out by the gray dragon is too big!

The damaged Mengli sword was definitely unable to resist this thing. Zhao Di turned around in a hurry. Suddenly, he clenched his fist with his left hand and slammed his chest. Suddenly, he spit out a large mouthful of blood and sprayed on the body of the sword in his hand.

In an instant, the blood was absorbed by the sword body, and immediately there was a dark red thick blood light in the sword body indicating that it was uncertain.

Zhao Di held the sword and slapped fiercely at the roaring huge gray ball.

A blood light cut out, "click", and with a sound, the gray ball was divided into two, and the two halves of the gray ball burst at the same time, hitting Zhao Di away far away, but fortunately, he was not seriously injured.

Suddenly, Zhao Di only felt that the palms of his hands were hot, and his mind was broken somewhere. The sword was out of his control, turned into a snake-shaped red light, and rushed to the gray dragon by himself.

When the gray dragon saw the red light, it seemed to see the most terrible nemesis. It was no longer arrogant at all, but turned around and fled. The snake-shaped red light kept up very fast, but it only touched the tail end of the gray dragon.

Then, at the moment when the red light touched the dragon's tail, the whole gray dragon's yin qi body turned into a mass of yin qi.

After a while, the yin gas dissipated, revealing the figure of a mini blood-red dragon only an inch in size. The snake-shaped red light rushed and entangled with the little dragon. The red light wanted to devour the little dragon, but the little dragon had to run away desperately.

When Zhao Di saw this scene, he was surprised and uncertain. Therefore, Hun Yuanzi smiled and said nothing.

And the ghost girl more than a hundred feet away was panicked and frightened.

She knows best how powerful this Yinlong Venerable is. Although she has not yet reached the realm of turning into a ghost into a god, it is not far from each other. Unexpectedly, under the other party's blood-red sword weapon, she fell into the wind without any power. How can she bear it!

While she was hesitating to turn around and escape, the snake-shaped red light suddenly rushed down and bit the mini-blooded dragon. The latter screamed, lost his body in an instant, and mixed with the red light.

At this time, Zhao Di suddenly felt that the sword was connected to his mind. He hurriedly summoned, and the snake-shaped red light was ingested by him and turned into a blood-red sword.

It's just that at this time, on the body of the sword, there is a layer of thicker blood light flowing, layer by layer of real spiritual light, surging on the surface of the blood light. Looking closely, there is a faint image of a five-clawed blood dragon, which faintly appears on the surface of the sword body.

There is no doubt that the sword at this time is more powerful than ever before!

Zhao Di held the sword in his hand, wiped the blood stains of the quarrel, and looked at the ghost girl coldly.

The latter screamed and hurriedly turned into a piece of ashes and fled.

Zhao Di suddenly urged Qianyu cranes, and the speed was better than that of the ghost girl. The distance between the two soon was only tens of feet.

Zhao Di shouted loudly and cut off the ghost girl with the sword in his hand!

A bloody light, with a groundbreaking and shocking momentum, came to the ghost girl.

The ghost girl wanted to dodge or turn into a cloud to avoid this disaster, but found that her whole body was tight and it was difficult to act at all.

With a click, the head of the ghost girl was easily cut off by the blood light, and the body of the vagina fell down. A two-inch ghost baby who looked exactly like her jumped out of the disabled body in panic and looked at Zhao Di with hatred.

Zhao Di waved the sword continuously, and the blood light hit the ghost girl's body and the ghost baby. The ghost baby who wanted to take back the yin body on the shrine was cut here by several consecutive blood lights. As a last resort, he had to give up the niche, continuously used teleportation, and finally jumped into the calm gray spring.

Zhao Di hurriedly put away the niche on the ghost girl's body, and then scattered the body with a fireball, turning it into a burst of yin.

"What's going on?" Zhao Di, with a sigh of relief, looked at the sword in his hand and asked doubtfully.

The bastard, who had been hiding in the warm god jade, actually came out at this time and turned into a green figure. He stared at the figure of the five-clawed blood dragon that suddenly appeared on the god-sword sword and nodded and said, "Yes, this is the blood of the real dragon!"

"The blood of the real dragon!" Zhao Di was surprised and happy, "Senior, is there really such a powerful existence as a real dragon in the immortal world?" "Of course, but it's not something that people with cultivation can see! This trace of real dragon blood did not come from the real dragon." Hun Yuanzi said something that made Zhao Di inexplicable.

Seeing Zhao Di's doubts, Hun Yuanzi said in detail: "There are many dragons**! The real dragon has many kinds of monsters. Some descendants will inherit part of the spiritual blood of the real dragon and become an existence with infinite potential.