Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1711 Second Form of Fairy Lotus

The words of the black-robed man poured into Lan Yunxiao's ears like magic voices.

If it was an ordinary person, he would definitely be bewitched by the voice of the man in black.

Lan Yunxiao's mind was in a trance for a moment, but he soon calmed down again, the knife in his hand was tightly squeezed.

"Behead him?" Lan Yunxiao smiled, "I don't want to suffer from such consequences."

"In the final analysis, he is as timid as a mouse." The man in black snorted coldly, "So what if he is Lu Yan's disciple, Lu Yan is only a dead man already."

"It's meaningless for you to talk so much to me." Lan Yunxiao pointed the long knife at the ground obliquely.

"Do you think that you alone can stop the two of us?" The man in black snorted coldly.

At this moment, the sound of a dragon's chant resounded in the temple, and a black dragon disappeared in a flash. Zhao Ji, who was holding a dragon's mace, was standing in front of Lan Yunxiao, facing the black-robed old man He Hua.

"One person? Are you not paying attention to me, Mr. Zhao?" There was light in Zhao Ji's eyes.

The man in black took a look at Zhao Ji and sneered, "It's true that he didn't take you seriously."

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Let me tell you, don't you fucking play cards according to routine? What do you mean you really didn't take me seriously, you should speak clearly today, or don't leave after school!"

"Heh, jumping clown." The man in black instantly turned into a cloud of black mist and rushed straight towards Lan Yunxiao, at the same time a voice sounded, "He Hua, this jumping clown, I'll leave it to you."

Facing Zhao Ji, He Hua stretched out a finger and said softly, "Forbidden!"

Follow the law.

Under the word Hehua, several beams of light formed out of thin air, intersected with each other, forming a cage, sealing Zhao Ji in this cage.

Zhao Ji rubbed the ball on the Kanglong mace, the body of the mace trembled lightly, and when he swung his arm vigorously, the light beam cage was broken inch by inch.

"Cut, is this all you can do?" Zhao Ji yelled softly, "Long Lai!"

The body of the black dragon rushed in from the entrance of the temple, biting the old man Hehua.

"Cut!" Elder He Hua said in one word again.

A huge tiger-headed guillotine was formed out of thin air, appearing above the black dragon's neck, and the tiger-headed guillotine fell down, directly splitting the black dragon in two.

"Fuck!"

Zhao Ji's eyes.

"This is forced to hang up! Don't you rub your moves!"

The old man Hehua raised his crutches, pointed at Zhao Ji, and said two words this time.

"Through the heart!"

I saw countless spears formed by the condensation of white light, appearing from all directions of Zhao Ji, intending to pierce Zhao Ji.

"Damn it, fuck it!"

Zhao Ji groaned, he looked at the Hyper-Dragon Mace in his hand, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

"Dark souls sleeping in my blood, follow my lead."

The spear had already condensed, and the air around the spear fluctuated.

"Extreme power hidden in the darkness, heed my call."

Elder Hehua waved his cane lightly in his hand.

"Fall set free."

The spear picked up the streamer and stabbed at Zhao Ji, almost in an instant, it came to Zhao Ji.

"Freedom, eternal life."

Zhao Ji still closed his eyes slightly, muttering something.

The white spear pierced Zhao Ji's skin.

Zhao Ji's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

"Burn, the power of my dark blood!"

At this moment, Zhao Ji's whole body was ignited with black flames, and the white spear was burned to ashes the moment it was touched by the flames.

On Zhao Ji's body, black flames spit out, and the flames condensed into a dragon shape, wrapping around Zhao Ji's body.

The corner of Zhao Ji's mouth curled into a smile, "Old Man Hehua, come on, let's let go and fight!"

And Lan Yunxiao, who was fighting with the man in black, frowned and looked this way, and couldn't help but said, "What kind of dark blood power is this, you made it up yourself?"

Zhao Ji bent his neck, "Don't you think this has a visual sense of awakening the protagonist of an anime?"

Lan Yunxiao slashed out a sword light with his backhand, "Only you can feel that way."

"Lan Yunxiao, don't be distracted." Black smoke formed behind Lan Yunxiao, and the black-robed man reached towards Lan Yunxiao's back with a hand like lightning.

Surrounded by black dragons, Zhao Ji also used his mace to kill Old Man Hehua.

Henry Zhang, who was in a colorful light cocoon, only felt warm and comfortable all over his body.

The fairy lotus on Henry Zhang's head is spinning rapidly, and it has already turned into colors.

Between the colorful brilliance and Henry Zhang, densely connected silk threads, where the divine beads are located, there are also colored brilliance emanating.

With the gradual absorption of this colorful energy, six mini figures appeared on the lotus. These six mini figures are exactly Henry Zhang’s six battle spirits. Let the colorful brilliance irrigate the whole body, as time goes by, another mini figure appears, this mini figure is a woman, can't see the face clearly, the body is exquisite, like the other six figures, it also sits cross-legged on the lotus .

The lotus flower bloomed, and the seven miniature figures all turned into colorful rays of light, and then turned into seven lotus seeds, falling into the lotus flower.

At this moment, Henry Zhang completely felt the changes in the fairy lotus above his head.

The fairy lotus no longer stopped above Henry Zhang’s head, but rotated, came under Henry Zhang, and lifted Henry Zhang up.

The lotus blooms with dazzling brilliance. At this moment, the colorful light cocoons are all absorbed by the lotus and disappear completely.

In the temple, all the colorful brilliance disappeared at this moment.

And the four people who were fighting, also at this time, all stopped their movements and looked towards Henry Zhang.

When he saw the colorful lotus under Henry Zhang, Zhao Ji widened his eyes and took a deep breath, "Fuck, Guanyin sits..."

"Shut up!" Henry Zhang obviously knew what Zhao Ji was going to say, and directly killed Zhao Ji's next words in the cradle.

Lan Yunxiao looked at the fairy lotus under Henry Zhang in surprise, and murmured: "Is this the second form of the fairy lotus? How does it feel, something is wrong."

"Hey." Henry Zhang sighed, "The road is off, but it should be able to come back."

The fairy lotus under Henry Zhang disappeared, he always felt that he was a big man, stepping on this colorful lotus, it was weird, this is just Zhao Ji here, if you add Quan Ding Ding, who knows what can be done Words of tiger and wolf.

Henry Zhang looked at the old man Hehua and the man in black in front of him, and said with a smile: "You two, now that the divine power of Athens is gone, do you want to continue fighting?"

After Henry Zhang finished speaking, he took a step forward.

"Roar!"

The roar of the tiger sounded.

Behind Henry Zhang, a phantom of a huge tiger head appeared, opening its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs.

The old man Hehua and the man in black exchanged a glance.

"Junior, you have too much hostility in your heart." The old man Hehua raised his crutches, "If you continue to let you grow up, the world will be in chaos!"

(End of this chapter)