God after all

Chapter 103 The Battle of the Dragon and Snake (8)

The desolate and ancient dragon's roar echoed throughout the entire Wind Valley area, and the sound of the long breath spread in space, circling in distant places.

The silver net enchantment and the purple light enchantment have double protection, the former is deployed from the border, and the latter covers along the center of the area, defending a territory of Wind Valley.

The magic dragon is different from the trapped bird in the cage. It has lost the ability to move freely. It can only circle the sky over and over again to overlook the city below, and spit out dragon flames flying down.

The central area of ​​Wind Valley used to be very prosperous, with top-level commercial streets and buildings, but now it is deeply burned, and the horrible picture reflects the dark sky, presenting a scene like the end of the world.

The screams of horror rippling in the sky above the sea of ​​fire, and the flames that kept dancing red light and shadow seemed to tremble because of it.

One after another skyscrapers were hit by huge black objects, collapsing and cracking in all directions, and countless rubble of reinforced concrete fell into the abyss of fire.

The wings of the magic dragon stretch out the shadows that cover the sky and cover the earth, and the strong winds instigated stir up the sea of ​​fire, prompting the soaring arrogance to rise enthusiastically, reaching a height of about 25 meters.

Terrifying crimson flooded the central area of ​​the Valley of the Wind, burning silently in the cold wind, and the dancing flames looked like demons and ghosts offering sacrifices, casting the most evil curse in the world on this land.

The huge street illuminated by the holy light survived the disaster and did not fall into the tragedy of being devastated by the fire.

The Goddess of Time suspended in mid-air fell to the ground and approached the young man who caught her eyes.

The young man held a long sword gleaming with silver light, and the slender blood flow snaked from the slanted and drooping blade and slid down the tip of the sword.

From what he saw and heard along the way, Muchel knew that it was the blood of the dragon, and concluded that Leng Ji was worthy of a first-class fighter, and that he did not miss his moves at such a critical moment.

As for the degree of injury to the dragon?I'm afraid only the handsome young man in front of me knows it best.

"Where did you hit it?"

Driven by curiosity, Muchel couldn't help asking.

"Dragon Neck." Leng Ji glanced at the person coming, and silently responded.

"Isn't the head cut off? It's lucky."

Leng Ji didn't speak, and moved his eyes to look at the sky. The cold rain was blowing on his slightly upturned face, and the blood flowed down from the right temple area, blurring the contours of his face.

Recall the battle process:

The collapsed buildings and dragon flames were not enough to hinder him. What really hindered his attack was the dozens of horns ejected from the entire head of the dragon, and the firing speed was comparable to the magic skill of the Lengji sword.

The danger of the situation at that time can be imagined, the frontal attack collapsed, and the only way to dodge was to protect oneself; but in a cold and desperate situation, the moment he turned over and dodged, he still had enough power to cut the dragon's neck.

The time it takes to defend and launch an attack is less than one-thousandth of a second, but this kind of tactic that is comparable to divine speed is still a little bit behind.

A horn that had the upper hand attacked Leng Ji's face, and while he moved his face to dodge, the sharp black thorn flew past his forehead.

In the world, he had never seen that the dragon clan could use such a slender and sharp thing as a weapon.

The ancient monsters born from the magic circle of Shenyuan are mysteries that even the gods can hardly fight against. The extraordinary power they possess surpasses his cognition of this world.

"Unexpectedly, the replica inherited the immortal body."

Muttering to himself, Muchel looked up at the young man standing on the pile of ruins.

Leng Ji withdrew his sky-gazing gaze, turned his face, and met the eyes of the goddess standing under the ruins.

"Can't you kill it?"

The cold voice blends with the breath of the cold winter rainy day, full of blunt and heavy melancholy.

"It's not that it can't be killed, it's just that the regeneration ability is very strong. If you don't drop one thing at a time, it won't matter how many times you kill the dragon."

Silent and speechless, he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his blood-stained mouth.

Seeing the young man inadvertently wiping the blood with his hands, Miu Xieer only felt terrified, and felt the surging killing intent from his dark pupils.

The black figure jumped down from the high ruins and walked forward after landing smoothly.

The goddess's feet followed uncontrollably, even if she was not stared at by the young people around her, she didn't care much.

"The sword in Maharaja's hand can kill it!"

Due to the influence of these words, the cold and silent steps stopped.

The wind carrying the scorching breath blew the hem of the jacket, and the fluttering corners of the clothes danced in the air, like a light swallow spreading its wings on the young man's back.

The image of him looking up at the sky appeared in Muchel's eyes, and the rain from the sky was blowing on his face.

"The sword in the Majesty's hand is a relic of the Black Yahweh, and the holy sword itself is made by the Black Yahweh pouring divine power and magic. It can wipe out hundreds of black dragons and red snakes with one easy swing,"

"Is it necessary to have the power of the Black Lord?"

He asked coldly, and the dark eyes that silently stared at the sky clearly saw the fierce battle between the dragon and the ghost killer, and the billowing clouds of fire covered the sky.

"The power of the ancestor of all gods and the White Yahweh is also fine. However, the resistance and destruction of the Divine Source Demon Formation created by the Twelve Demon Gods was originally from the hands of the Black Yahweh.

Now one has passed away for a long time, and the other two are silent, and only the holy sword left by the deceased remains in the world. "

With his back to Muchelle, he listened silently, did not speak, and the lingering melancholy expression covered his rain-drenched face, and a faint sense of sadness and loneliness lingered on him.

He stood so quietly, without a sound from his black back, it was unbelievably quiet, but it made Muchel feel that he was so beautiful and sad.

The atmosphere became oppressive and heavy.

The fireball falling from the sky hit the reverse cross and quickly engulfed it.

The frozen seal was destroyed, and the stone sculpture hovering on the burning reverse cross smashed to the ground.

A thunderous shock emanated from the ground, kicking up thick dust, and the crushed buildings collapsed amidst smoke and flames.

The rumble of heavy objects falling to the ground continued.

The movement of something crawling was clearly heard, breaking the cold silence.

Muchel did not catch up and watched the young man walking alone.

"The snake on the ground is given to you."

The words without emotion were sent to the ear, and the goddess agreed without hesitation.

Several afterimages from the cold silence were reflected in the golden pupils, but disappeared in an instant, and a dilapidated street extending far away left a barren scene in the eyes of the goddess.

The roar of the magic dragon spread throughout the sky and the ground, echoing the roar of the thunder, and the two mighty roars were enough to shatter the sky.

The wind and rain trembled, and the sound was like crying.

The extreme horror atmosphere fermented in the air, brewing the ruthless shadow of death.

The skyscrapers that stood upright in the sky collapsed, and the broken stones scattered in all directions, and fell into the sea of ​​flames along with the broken buildings.

The red brilliance of fire and seafood renders the sky into a strange and dark red, depicting a hideous and terrifying picture.

The end of the world is nothing more than this: burning flames, violent storms, lightning and thunder are mixed together, accompanied by fallen tall buildings and screaming dragons, forming a devastating scene of destruction.

As if seeing the end of human beings, the goddess of time watched the sky fire fall from a high altitude, and the crooked building fell into the abyss of flames.

She also heard the sound of artillery fire and the explosion of mechanical objects, coming from a more distant place.

What I saw and heard was extremely cruel and tragic, and even the air was filled with scorching heat and ice-cold breath, which made people feel stinging physically and mentally.

The time suddenly became extremely long, causing her to feel very clear and eye-catching about the surrounding things.

In such a nearly static time, she silently stared at the Jingjiu District in the distance, with an endless field of vision, witnessing a team of fighter jets circling with the magic dragon.

The scene of the explosion of the body continued to be staged, as if fireworks were blooming in the smoky sky, leaving behind a cruel beauty when it fell.

(End of this chapter)