170 Dragon Quest

"You step back quickly." Yuyang Zhenren said, his body was light, and he flew up on a wisp of fairy cloud. As soon as he left, the Jiao'e sisters suddenly lost their shelter. Chen Jiao, who was originally scared to death, suddenly became more clever than Chen'e, and dragged her senior sister to hide behind Yao Ling.

"Be careful!" Wu Mei said, holding the saber's sword in his hand and waiting for it. Yao Ling nodded, and at a moment of slight distraction, he only felt a sharp shock under his feet, and several cracks had cracked in the mud. The high waves rushed up from the bottom of the stream and smashed the house on the edge of the cliff. The wind roared and the dragon was deafening!

Yao Ling tried his best to stabilize his body, and a white light rolled up the rapids to the sky, so bright that Yao Ling could not open his eyes. When the light dissipated slightly and the feet vibrated slightly, Yuan Lingfang opened his eyes and looked at the huge white light, which seemed to be the shape of a dragon...

How can there be dragons in the Hemeijian of Kunlun School? Demon dragon? This kind of demonic and murderous spirit is not the spirit beast guarding the sect anyway. Taking advantage of the fairy cloud, Yuyang Zhenren confronted the demon dragon in the air. One person and one dragon, their eyes are as bright as lightning. The stream under the dragon's claws has completely collapsed, and the rapids are rushing down with rocks and trees. It has just appeared. When the war starts, it is not surprising that half of the Kunlun faction is destroyed.

"Now is not the time to think about those things." Hua Shen pointed to the direction of the stream and said, "In this way, the only way from the sword training ground to Yuzhiyuan has been destroyed. In order to prevent the invasion of demons, the conveyor platform in the whole sect was also completely closed. You didn't leave just now, and now you can't even see his body.

"Who wants to see his body must be worse than himself!" Yao Ling said, his hands tightened, but Hua Shenshen brightened his weapon before her: "It belongs to his battlefield, and he can't come. I will fight with him."

"It's so annoying! That's my line!" Yao Ling's sword was almost wasted on Hua Shenshen. She went forward and grabbed Hua Shenshen's neckline and pointed to the demon dragon, "You made this kind of thing! You summon them out and kill them. What's wrong with you!"

"You really don't know anything." Hua Shenshen held the double rings in both hands. This white dragon was used by Yuyang Zhenren and Xia Gulin in those years. The white dragon fog restrained. Five years ago, it was the evil East China Sea. Yuyang asked for it many times, and finally sealed in the Kunlun faction and Meijian. However, in a few months, the dragon was powerful, the boundary loosened and escaped, and Kunlun was helpless. When the son of Zhushui arrived, he was defeated in the first battle. He was at the bottom of the stream and did not dare to make trouble. Yuyang sincerely convinced that his true heart is full of his heart, feels that his skill is high, and in the process of saving Kunlun's water and fire, he granted a token to the head of the cluster water prince and listen to his dispatch.

Hua deeply observed the white dragon's misty eyes. He didn't know how he felt in the face of the enemy who relied on the power of others to trap it in the cold stream for five years.

And Yuyang Zhenren's opposite is not the white dragon fog five years ago, but the so-called "dragon that only the prince can defeat". If he can't solve this battle by himself, he will always be a loser under Xia Gulin.

"In this battle, Yuyang Zhenren will not allow you to intervene." Hua Shenshen said and asked Sister Jiao'e, "Is there a shortcut to leave the sword training field?"

"Why are you asking this!" Chen Jiao shouted out in front of Chen'e again. She was so scared that she was going to vomit, but it seemed to be more uncomfortable not to choke her. Hua smiled deeply and answered like this, that is, there is.

Since there is a shortcut, the next thing to do is to calm down and watch the half-life dragon fighting drama. When the fight is so fierce that it endangers the lives of the viewer, it is not too late to escape along the shortcut.

The crowd watching the battle was quiet. The silence between the two confronting the two in the air was broken by the vicissitudes of the white dragon's vicissitudes as white snow.

"Ha ha, I haven't seen you for many years, Yuyang Zhenren." Bai Long smiled and said, "I don't know if you have become stronger after becoming an immortal. Have you ever been to fight with that person again?"

"The victory or defeat between me and him has always been decided by you." Yuyang answered firmly. The pure hook sword on his waist is as solid as a mountain, and it has not yet come out of its sheath.

"Hmm! Listening to what you mean, do you suspect that we deliberately lost to Xia Gulin? It seems that you are very unwilling to lose.

Bai Long said and turned to look at the people who looked up on the ground to watch the battle. From black plums, deep flowers, Jiao'e sisters, to distant spirits, they glanced at each other. What's the matter? Are these waste woods the disciples of this old guy Yuyang? There is no one like him.

"Bad boy, don't be in a hurry to draw your sword. If you kill us today, you can prove that you are as strong as Xia Gulin. If you want to surpass him, you'd better challenge him directly. You have become an immortal, but he is nothing. If you want to kill him, it should be easy, but you have done nothing..."

The white dragon said to himself, and the dragon's claws suddenly gathered and opened, as if he was thinking, and as if he was secretly brewing something, "I understand. Is this the bullshit hero who cherishes the hero? Are you reluctant to kill him? Is that what you really think?"

As soon as the white dragon said, the dragon's head suddenly turned to one side, and a sharp sword light had crossed his chest. The bright sword marks flashed, but it did not leave any wounds on its body. Yuyang Zhenren has floated behind it with his sword.

Bai Long was slightly stunned. Five years have passed, and Yuyang's real person's action is much faster, and his pure hook sword is a rare famous sword in the world. But time is equal for everyone. It passes, kills and changes in everyone...

"Bang!" After almost no accumulation of cohesion, the blue light in the white dragon's claws hit Yuyang's real person. The blue light in the sky was all over the sky, and then the water column rose from the stream and went straight into the sky!

Dodged. The people watching the battle below were secretly relieved, but their inner surprise was far less than that of Yuyang Zhenren. Five years have passed, and the white dragon not only refined its invulnerable body in the cold stream, but also attacked more fiercely than before. Since it is at this time that they meet again, it is not destined to think about how to save the Kunlun faction, but to kill the dragon at all costs and protect the world!

Although the distance is very far away, Wu Mei still sees Yu Yang's eyes, just like the sword in his hand. The light that comes through the soul does not exist for herself in the first place.

She has understood what her brother is thinking. Although only two moves have passed, the two sides have understood each other's strength. To solve this battle, it will not be as simple as five years ago, one side gained fame and the other party gained freedom. This time, either the Kunlun faction was completely destroyed, or the white dragon was completely killed. The straightforward last battle will bring the final end to the fetters over the years.

"Yao Ling, Miss Hua, Chen Jiao Chen'e, go to the mountain gate to support first, before you are involved in the battle... Hurry up!"

"However, Sister Wumei, we can't..." Yaoling knows that the platform has been closed at this moment, and it is almost impossible to evacuate quickly under the fierce white dragon's eyes, and the situation here is also very urgent--

"There is no place for your sword to wave! It's enough for me and my younger brother here. You guys, why don't you go!" Wumei said and pushed Yao Ling. Yao Ling was unprepared and was pushed back two steps. "There is a secret road under the stone sword. Hurry to the mountain gate to stop the demons outside!"

Yao Ling gritted his teeth. Wu Mei was right. To deal with Bai Long, their power was too small. Wait, hasn't Hua Shenshen ever used a trick to control Yuyang Zhenren? If she wants to, can she also take it out to deal with the white dragon?

Hua held her shoulder deeply and obviously agreed to Wu Mei's plan to let them escape first. Yaoling didn't know that there was a bigger secret in Hua Shen's lovesick rings:

Huashen's Acacia Ring is used for three purposes: direct attack, fairy magic and storage summoning elves. However, the Acacia Ring itself has limited spiritual power and will not grow with the growth of the user's cultivation. Therefore, the total amount of spiritual power occupied by the three uses is maintained, which is the trade-off. If there are too many powerful elves in the Acacia ring, the attack power of the double ring itself will be greatly weakened. On the contrary, if you release and kill the powerful elves that have been cultivated for a long time...

Just like Hua Shen has just killed Peony, she will gain more attack power. That's why she suddenly became stronger in the battle just now. However, killing their own elves with their own hands is absolutely a kind of damage to the summoning ability of the Lord of Elves. Within seven, seven or forty-nine days of killing the elves, it is difficult to summon a powerful elf like Epileanhua. What's more, Epilemon is a lazy flower elf who doesn't like to listen to the master's dispatch.

"Let's go." Hua Shen said and quickly rushed to the front. In the battle just now, the stone sword had been damaged by Hua Shen, revealing the iron bracket inside. The flower pulled the iron deeply, and the stone sword floated, revealing the underground secret passage. She didn't go in herself, and only urged Yao Ling to wait, "Hurry up!"

Yao Ling ran, but found that the Jiao'e sisters were behind. She looked back and saw that Chen Jiao's legs were as soft as cotton, and she couldn't walk at all. Yao Ling's feeling this time is not helpless, let alone mocking, but strange: why is she so scared when she sees a dragon? Such a lively little girl, isn't she only so bold? Isn't it fear, something else?

"Chen Jiao, come on!" Chen'e did not hesitate to carry Chen Jiao, who seemed to be about the same weight as her, and rushed over. Seeing her running out of breath, Yao Ling couldn't help but want to help her. Chen E shook her head and said, "No, my own sister, I'll carry it myself."

"Hmm, procrastinate." Hua Shen was already impatient to wait at the entrance. She held her shoulder and looked at the Jiao'e sisters. The distant spirit advanced into the secret path, looking cold, but her fingers were beating uneasily on her arms.

Yao Ling completely walked into the underground secret passage and couldn't help looking up at Hua Shenshen. She is still the annoying expression that her facial features are complaining about, but she is a little more serious than usual, and a little more decisive.

Yao Ling turned his head, and his feet walked forward involuntarily. She heard Hua Shen's voice from the ground: "Yao Ling, don't die."

Oh no. Yao Ling hurriedly turned around and happened to see Hua's hand deeply on the iron pole, and slowly broke the organ down.