God after all

Chapter 101 The Battle of the Dragon and Snake (6)

At first glance, it seems that the target of the fireball is not the figures in the sky, but the virgin son standing in the center of the double cross star.

Miuchel, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was stunned. Shocked and cold, he didn't dodge at all. Should such a style of not fearing death be fearless or reckless?
It won't be burned to ashes! ?A worried voice sounded in her head.

The eyes are filled with fiery crimson, tumbling, rising, and radiant.

Violent purple beams pierced through a deep red.

She saw the dark figure leap over the three-meter-high fire wall and fly along the sky.

The storm spun wildly high in the sky, wrapped around the dragon, and gushed out through its two wings.

Every time the huge wings flapped and vibrated, the air trembled, and the oppressive feeling of strong force forced the cold wind to gather from all directions, turning into a protective shield that hindered the ghost killer.

The magic dragon has been surrounded, and gray-robed figures are standing in all directions.

Inside their fluttering robes, the icy form of the long sword loomed, with the tip of the sword pointing downwards, not like killing the enemy with a sword, but rather confronting each other.

That's right, due to the power of the storm, the siege battle imposed by the ghost killer on the dragon could not be launched.

This magical derivative with a body close to 25 meters is an intelligent life. Even if it is under siege, is it at a disadvantage?
It launched an attack impatiently, leaving no extra time for the opponent to fight coldly.

The pillar of fire erupted from the inside of the black hole's mouth, and walked around in the direction of the ghost killer.

The air is quickly ignited, forming a fiery circle.

The arrogance of the raging fire is mighty and mighty, covering the sky.

A few figures in gray robes jumped up from the dense crimson, holding long swords, approaching the target at a high speed.

The dragon roared ferociously to drive back the opponents.

The sound waves echoed terrifyingly to the sky and the ground, powerful enough to shatter the sky.

The violent storm ran over the ghost killers and hindered their progress.

The blade is trembling sharply, resisting the destruction of the wind current.

Flames and storms mixed together to form a chaotic image.

The interrupted dragon roar echoed hollowly again, more heart-piercing than before, revealing uncontrollable pain.

Immediately afterwards, the hoarseness became more and more exhausted, and the tragic and sad meaning was indescribable, obviously suffering from unbearable pain.

The root of the pain came from a sword wound, and one-sixth of the blade body was embedded in the longan.

The hilt of the sword was held by a pale hand, and the five fingers increased their strength to stab deeper into the longan.

The screams of pain once pushed the terrifying and tense atmosphere to the extreme.

The huge scale-covered body couldn't help turning and turning because of the pain, a strong air flow was set up where the wings passed, and flames gushed out from the big mouth that was facing upwards and bared its teeth.

If it wasn't for grabbing the two horns with both hands as a support point to stabilize the center of gravity, the black figure crouching on the dragon's head would have been thrown out under the panic of the dragon rolling twice.

When the flying trajectory of this towering monster in a state of madness stabilized, the figure stretched out five pale fingers to grasp the hilt of the sword again, and pulled it out without hesitation.

The blood continuously overflowing from the longan splashed in an instant, staining the handsome and indifferent face of the figure.

A kind of soul-stirring beauty of heaven and man is embodied in the figure—Leng Ji.

As expected of a first-class warrior, he quickly pierced through the other left eye of the dragon with a sword that was poured with absolute vigor.

The icy blade releases beautiful purple light beams, intertwined and entwined against the wind direction.

The strength in his hand increased, and the long sword sank inch by inch into the pupil of the dragon.

The dragon's head with horns like thorns was shaking his head in pain, but it was just a futile move.

The defects of blindness and darkness caused its flight speed to slow down, its gliding trajectory was inclined, and it rushed towards a skyscraper thousands of meters away.

Leng Ji repeated the action of drawing the sword, but in less than a second, his body had already jumped two meters high, and he seemed to be in a motionless posture, but he avoided some kind of sneak attack and thrust in time.

There was no hesitation in the speed of the counterattack, and it cut off a thick horn growing from the head of the dragon.

Leng Ji fell to the head of the dragon again, and stabbed down with a sword between the two long horns.

The purple beams of light from the blade soared, entangled with the wind endlessly, and the dancing forms condensed into a blade of light.

The intense brilliance shining from the blade reflected Leng Ji's expressionless face, rendering the pupils with the branded rune cross starburst purple.

The blade of light fused with the long sword swam in Leng Ji's hands, pierced downwards from the head, chopped the extremely hard scales, and reached the back of the dragon... A straight line of blood was shockingly revealed.

Crazy hissing shattered the curtain of rain.

The cold wind swayed, blowing out the mournful cries of ghosts and wolves.

The always inseparable ghost killer brought the final end to this battle, appeared in four different directions, and cut off the head, tail, dragon claws, and left and right wings of the dragon respectively.

The blood mist sprayed into the sky.

The broken limbs fell in a mess with a rain of scarlet blood, and smashed heavily onto the concrete road.

A whirling wing hit a building, and the violent collision brought incredible destructive power. It crushed the wall fiercely and domineeringly, pushing the twisted and deformed building to collapse and separate. The high-rise building leans.

The dull sound of "rumbling" once spread to the distant Beijing-Kowloon District.

Youfeng watched with his own eyes the unpredictable changes of wind, fire and dark clouds in the sky of Fenggu District, where the ancient prehistoric power acted recklessly.

The image of the collapsed skyscraper was reflected in his pupils, and he stared quietly for 2 minutes without ending.

The ensuing ground tremors began, a sign of the imminent recovery of the two evil creatures.

Withdrawing his gaze into the distance, You Feng looked at the reverse cross standing in the air.

"All staff raise their alert and prepare for battle!"

The warm voice was transmitted from the Bluetooth headset to the ears of the soldiers of the Holy Spirit Knights.

All the people in ambush in all directions responded with the same orderly tone.

"The Fifth Corps of the combat department, received by Tianluo!"

"The Sixth Corps of the combat department, the ground network received it!"

……

Arranged in order, there are more than ten corps, distributed in Jingjiu, Fenggu and Jingyuan, all of which are in strict order.

The familiar roar of the dragon came, affecting Leng Ji's progress.

The steady pace stopped.An ominous atmosphere permeated the blowing wind, and the air was frozen.

"Lengji—be careful!!"

Anxious and eager shouts sounded from afar, and it was Miuchel who came to watch and warned loudly.

The battle was fought from the sky to the ground, and the area was shifted to three kilometers away.

The Goddess of Time, who was rushing to come, appeared very unfortunately. She bumped into the collapsed dragon head and made a movement.

Leng Ji turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye to his surroundings, silently watching the dragon's torso with a long gap split from its back.

The ghost killers stayed far away, standing on the ruins, roofs or roads, watching the bloody killing that was about to happen.

It is a miracle to have such a strong vitality. The dragon head, which should have been turned into a dead thing, opened its mouth wide, aiming at the dark figure standing silently like a sculpture.

Michelle, who couldn't arrive in time [-] meters away, opened her eyes wide. In the uncontrollable shock, even as a god, she couldn't help but bewildered, and marveled at Lengji's skill.

I don't know when he was?With what kind of extraordinary stunt, his whereabouts are erratic, and he leaps from a height of five meters like a ghost.

(End of this chapter)