Everlasting Sword God

"what are you doing?"

Just after taking two steps, the Lord of Long Jun felt wrong, and looked back, and saw Zhao Erman's face bleached, his fingers dripping blood, his expression crazy.

Behind him, the blood of golden true dragons is gushing out, turning into a strange brilliance that is hard to see in the world.

The Lord of Longjun only felt that the sky was turning. If he was hit hard, he felt that his throat was sweet and he almost vomited blood on the spot.

——Dragon Blood Sacrifice Formation, broken!

What does Zhao Er want?

Once the dragon blood breaks through the crystal glazed tower, it will purify all the blood of the dragon family, and even he himself will be destroyed by the disaster—why did he do this?

The Longjun stared at Zhao Erman's blood dripping from his hands, suddenly shocked, and couldn't believe it and asked, "Did you already draw the blood of the Dragon race?"

Zhao Er's blood is bright red, without the hidden golden yellow that should be in the blood of the Dragons.

The Lord of Longjun was affected by his decisive action just now, and he didn't even notice this detail.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

Zhao Erxuan laughed wildly, "Little girl, what's the blood of the Dragon family good? In this rotten world, I only know that blood is the most expensive, deep-rooted, and very harmful!"

He always thought that he was no worse than his elder brother Zhao Dalong King, but because he was not tied up, he would never have the chance to inherit the position of Dragon Emperor. Even if King Zhaolong died, his successor would only be his immediate descendants, not his half-brother, Zhao Er.

Hatred is burning in my heart.

"Just for this, uncle, are you going to destroy the entire Dragon Palace?"

Remorse occupies Longjun's main chest. She gritted her teeth and looked pale.

In any case, I did not expect Zhao Er to do such a great job. He himself took the blood of the dragons, so he would not be affected by the purification of true dragon blood, and could be destroyed with impunity.

He will pay a huge price for it. The Dragon Martial Arts practiced for decades has been ruined-is it really worth it?

"There is a decree on the Lord, the Dragon Palace shall be destroyed!"

Zhao Er's tone was stiff, his hands were separated, and he wanted to tear the gap in the altar bigger.

"stop!"

Although the situation is almost irreversible, the Lord of Long County must eventually die as a living horse doctor. She reached out with her right hand and wanted to capture Zhao Er and re-enter the altar to see if there was any glimmer of hope to appease the dragon's blood.

Zhao Er gave a whisper, right-handed backcut, with a dark, dark gas, to fight back against the main points of the Lord of Longjun.

"this is"

The Lord of the County of Longjun thought that Zhao Er had given up Dragon Blood and had a great deal of vitality. He should have captured it. However, he did not expect that he still had the power of resistance. This magical martial art was not a good origin at first sight.

"It's a shame of the Dragons that you actually practice this magic!"

The Lord of Longjun reprimanded him, his palms became distorted, the dragon-shaped gold gasified into nine heads, and Zhang Yawu's claws bite at Zhao Er's body.

——Big Nine Days Magic, she practiced to the ninth level under the guidance of Shen Zhenyi, Kowloon changed, swallowed the sky and sun.

Zhao Er didn't panic and anger, annoyed: "You can actually become a realm of Kowloon, hateful!"

Due to the limitation of blood, Zhao Er practiced for hundreds of years, but only had the state of seven dragons. Seeing that the little niece was a young boy, she even practiced in Kowloon. She was even angry, her hands were crossed, her blood was soaked, her black gas was more intense, and it turned into a cloud, like a dragon-shaped golden gas that would devour the Lord of Long County.

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The Dajiutian magic and Zhao Er's black gas touched, making a snoring sound, and the dragon roared, shrinking sharply, as if corroded.

The heart of Long Jun was stunned, and she hurriedly closed her hands. The shape of Jiulong dispersed. She found that the back of her hand was flushed. Although it was not broken, it was also hot and painful.

"What kind of evil martial arts are you?"

The black gas in Zhao second-hand, even has the weird ability to restrain the dragon martial arts!

"This is the dark sky that swallows the dragon. The dragon people, it is not so easy to win me!"

Zhao Erzhang laughed. He occupied the altar and allowed the dragon's blood to swell behind him, but he stopped him in front of the Lord of Long Jun to prevent her from having a chance to recover.

"It's almost time."

Outside the Dragon Palace, above the river surface, the golden red light came through from the bottom of the river, just like the rising sun. Several people in black looked at it, nodded and laughed together, and shot at the same time, jumping into the river.

"coming!"

Shen Zhenyi opened her eyes and stood up.

"You go and clean up those bugs."

He pointed to Chu Huoluo.

"I?"

Chu Huoluo touched her nose, she was not confident.

Dare to take advantage of the Dragon Palace at such a time, it is by no means a leisurely person. Although she has improved her kung fu recently, can she stop these people?

Shen Zhenyi didn't talk much, Shi Shiran stepped out of the door and looked at the raging river above his head.

In the river water, there are several black shadows like swimming fish, which are approaching rapidly.

Their goal is like a crystal glass tower!

"on!"

Shen Zhenyi made a move, Chu Huoluo drifted towards him, Shen Zhenyi grabbed her waistline, pushed it slightly, and threw it up!

call!

Chu Huoluo shot straight out like a bow and arrow, and she was still awake. She flipped through two mid-air battles and landed firmly on the top of the crystal glass tower.

Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly, her body was flirty like feathers, her coat fluttered, she flew to the top of the tower calmly, and watched quietly.

At the same time, the six black shadows in the river finally broke through the water wall and entered the restricted area of ​​Dragon Palace.

——But none of the organ formations originally used to defend the enemy was turned on.

This is obviously a response from the inner ghost.

Shen Zhenyi bowed his head, listened to the voice inside the tower, and sighed.

Even if they are blood relatives, there are always people who turn against each other for one reason or another. In the years of thousands of years, Shen Zhenyi has seen this kind of betrayal and disappointment.

Chu Huoluo watched the enemy coming, and Master stood behind him, with a little courage, and pulled out her cold-sword, pointed at a few people, and shouted sternly: "Dragons are forbidden, don't move forward! Don't dare to move forward, and blame me under the sword ruthless!"

Baxiu's world is rich in aura, slow in growth and aging. Despite the past ten years, she still looks like a 14-year-old girl, wearing a purple dress, holding a long sword, a good look, and a glorious look.