Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

"court death!!!"

There were countless Yin Qi bursts in the Jiaolong body.

Like a mountain torrent and a tsunami.

The sky where the clouds had disappeared.

Start to condense raindrops again.

This dragon...

Really angry!

Flying sword to cut the dragon's head! ?

Really thought,

Afraid of you?

The body of the Jiaolong disappeared from the sky.

Rush into the Lanjiang River.

Boom

The dragon enters the water.

moment.

The Lanjiang River began to surge.

The endless mist enveloped the entire river.

"Dare to come..."

Hundred meters of huge waves rise from the river.

The dragon vomits fog.

"Put yourself as a companion."

Zuo Chen shook his head and smiled, stepping on his feet.

Instantly stepped from Xucheng to the edge of Jiangwu.

"Tianjun... be careful!"

Liu Ru couldn't help but remind him.

This dragon is originally water, so it can have such power in the city.

This one enters the river.

I don't know how much terror.

Zuo Chen shook his head.

Glancing at the vocal woman.

"Nothing."

But suddenly.

His eyes shrank.

Above the continuous city wall.

There are red clothes barefoot on the city pillars.

With a little smile.

Reach out.

Waved at him.

As it was in the past.

seem...

a long time ago,

When the land boundary is not leveled.

The big demon is making trouble, he goes to calm down.

Have seen such a scene.

Zuo Chen shook his head.

For this idea born out of thin air.

Not paying attention.

Just nodded slightly.

Turn around and step into Jiangwu.

Within the river mist.

moment.

The wind is blowing.

Long Yin Jiu Xiao.

It must be a river of water.

Suppress Tianjun.

In the mist,

Golden light shines.

No one can see the scenery inside.

Only the sound of dragons and swords exploded from time to time.

The water of the Lanjiang River is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The torrent, which was already tens of meters above the surface, began to recede.

seem.

Someone inside is collecting this Lanjiang.

"Riu Jinshou... Tianjun... will win?"

Someone was speechless, and it took a long time to ask questions.

The voice trembled.

"Yes, naturally."

Liu Ru's eyes were firm.

The tone is also unquestionable.

Only Tianjun wins, and the world is spared.

so!

The world can only ask for the victory of Heavenly King.

This dragon is very strong.

Especially in this home rainy season.

Its repair base has wirelessly approached Yan Luo.

In the same realm, almost invincible.

Even if he meets the real throne, he can remain undefeated.

But it's a pity.

It came across that this is the most unreasonable existence in the world.

It met a heavenly monarch.

Just as Meng Po said, let alone a dragon to transform into a dragon.

Even if it was the Dragon King, he hadn't never killed him.

From beginning to end.

Whether it is a spell.

Still supernatural powers.

It has been suppressed.

The most proud of the ability to turn the river.

Most of it was destroyed directly by that person's sleeve.

It is now visible.

Even this river water poured into that cuff.

I'm afraid I can't fill it up.

Jiaolong's body.

The cracks cut by countless sword marks dyed the surface of the nearby river bright red.

This time.

But no creature dared to approach.

All the fish schools within a hundred miles of the two have been wiped out.

The body of the dragon was getting tired and tired.

Even if there is river water vapor, it is constantly being repaired.

It also felt a little tired.

Look at that person.

From beginning to end.

Just chopping the sword, chopping the sword.

There are no moves.

But it is more mysterious than any of the moves.

There is no way to hide.

There is no way to avoid it.

It seems to be playing around,

There is no chance of winning.

Some are just endless despair.

...

Do not...

There is hope!

Since the dragon's body has been cut off.

Then...

Hualong!

Walk into the sea!

Ascend to heaven!

The expression in Lao Jiao's eyes was indeterminate.

I originally wanted to use the water potential after flooding Xucheng,

Yu Yue Longmen.

But now...

Turned out to be helpless.

Only forcibly transforming the dragon.

Aggrieved.

Countless aggrieved.

But if it continues to delay.

It will die.

It will definitely die.

Jianguang cut through the dragon's body,

Cut into the river.

Don't leave at this time, but wait when.

"Ang Roar—"

The dragon enters the bottom of the river.

Billowing fog.

Turned into a torrent.

Go east.

The scenery shrouded in the river surface was revealed.

The mysterious clothes are still like jade.

The river is vertical and horizontal.

Several thousand zhang sword lights are still cutting horizontally and horizontally on the water.

Block the confluence of rivers.

Dragon's blood splattered.

...

"Tianjun... won?"

Liu Ruyi got up and asked boldly.

Countless people listened attentively.

"No, it wants to fight to the death."

Zuo Chen shook his head.

"It's going to transform the dragon."

Hualong...

Really dragon...

"Tianjun... just let it go?"

"Naturally not."

Zuo Chen smiled lightly.

Looking to the east.

"Want to transform the dragon?"

"Let me ask about the sword in my hand."

His arms trembled lightly.

Throw the sword tire into the air.

Wei Wei said a word.

"go."

moment.

The sword tire fell out of streamer.

Disappeared on the surface of the river.

"You have Hualong Dao."

"My world, I own it, hang Cambridge!"

"This is three thousand miles to the East China Sea."

"If you can pass Cambridge, I will see you off in person by the East China Sea."

...

This night.

Along the Lanjiang River.

Long Yin bursts.

But wherever it goes.

All stone bridges collapsed suddenly.

Whenever under the bridge.

There must be a long sword hanging.

The sword body was stained with blood.

Jiang's face was stained with blood.

On the shore of the East China Sea.

There is the potential for the river to carry the Wanjun.

Come from afar.

Although the river is endless.

But the breath of the flood dragon in the river had weakened to the extreme.

Jiaolong on his back.

A wound, submerged into the keel, stretched for tens of meters.

Jiaolong looked at the sea.

There was thunder flashing there.

Winding dark clouds, like a portal.

Just jump over this thunder, jump over this portal.

It has since transformed into a dragon.

Jiaolong's eyes were excited.

Waited for thousands of years.

Only for the present.

The river began to whirl up.

faster and faster.

More and more prosperous.

"hold head high--"

The dragon screamed.

On the surface of the water, a column of water was rolled up inside.

The faucet protruded out of the water.

The dragon's body spread across the water.

Ascend into the air.

Someone chuckles.

Reach out to bluff.

"sword."

brush--

There was Jianguang whistling from a distance to start.

"cut."

The sound follows the manual.

A ten thousand zhang sword light.

Split to the water.

Stop the water column in the same section.

Thunder stop,

Water break.

A big dragon head fell.

...

[Author's digression]: I write very slowly, even if this story is over~ See you tomorrow.