The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 827

But it can't retreat at this time, besides, the adult asked him to come and kill all the people here, if it retreats, it will probably be the one who will die by then.

So it can't retreat, on the one hand because of orders and its own life, on the other hand because it belongs to Jiulong King's face.

If it retreats at this time, how will it raise its head in front of the little brother in the future, and how will it be able to hang around in this world?

If it admits its cowardice, the monsters in the dark night forest will run up to it and mock it. Those guys don't like it very much, so wouldn't that just give them a chance to laugh at it?
How can this work?It is the high and mighty Jiulong King, but it has to stand on top of the world, so it can't carry this kind of stain on its back. Therefore, even if it feels this strong strength, it gritted its teeth and stood firm.

It stood on the hill with a haughty look on it. It lowered its head and looked down at Leng Wuyou and them condescendingly. However, on the surface it had a domineering aura, but it was screaming cowardly in its heart. Attacks are just fancy but not useful...fairy but not useful...fairly important...

Is it not useful?
I'm sorry, but Leng Wuyou will tell you that her attack is not only fancy but also very effective. Leng Wuyou waved her hand down and said lightly, "Lei Jiang!"

Before the words fell, there was a sudden explosion in the sky, and then two thunderbolts pierced the heavy night, and they struck down in the blink of an eye, just like the roar of a giant dragon with a huge mouth, accompanied by Crackling lightning sparks.

boom boom boom

Two bolts of thunder blatantly landed on the three-headed Jiulong. For a moment, the dark jungle became lively, and the violent roar shook the ground, and the lingering sound was endless.

Everyone's ears are buzzing, and their brains are blank.

Those with weak cultivation directly bled from their seven orifices and passed out.

All of a sudden, dark thunder and purple thunder covered this area, and the flying sand and stones made it impossible to see the scene in front of them clearly.

When the dust settled, there were only a few strong people who remained intact. As for the others, either their clothes were torn, their faces were ashen, their faces were blackened, or they were bleeding from all seven orifices and passed out on the ground.

But Chu Yi and the others were in a relationship with Leng Wuyou, so Jun Moyuan generously helped them.

A defensive shield was placed on them, so they were also intact.

Seeing the intact appearance of these young people, those who were covered in tatters and vomited blood felt a little envious and jealous.

They were obviously stronger than those juniors, but in the end it was them, the older generation, who made a fool of themselves. It was really aggrieved and embarrassing.

In fact, Chu Yi and the others didn't have the heart to pay attention to those who fell to the ground, and they didn't have the heart to laugh at others. It was purely because those people felt that they were elders, and they lost face in front of the juniors, and some couldn't bear it in their hearts. .

Of course, there are some people who don't care much about this. They straighten their clothes, hold their weapons with a calm face, stand aside, and still maintain a vigilant heart. This is the difference between people.

Some people pay too much attention to face and the feelings of others, so they naturally have to take care of all aspects, so their minds will be restrained, and life will naturally be a bit hard.

Some people just laugh at those things, with no shame in their hearts or others, and naturally live a transparent and unrestrained life.

At this time, the space was exceptionally quiet, as if they could hear each other's breathing.

On the messy battlefield, the trees were cracked and turned into powder, and the grass was dry one by one, leaving only a little debris, and the bodies of the three dragons under the thunder did not leave even a single hair.

(End of this chapter)