Journey to the West

Chapter 342
This dragon is about seven or eight hundred feet long, and its body is as thick as a millstone. The dark scales on its body are as big as the mouth of a bowl, sticking tightly to its body, emitting a metallic luster. The most important thing is that it has three head.

They are black, purple, and blue respectively. On the top of each dragon's head is an extremely sharp single horn, which is more than ten feet long, shining with jade light, and extremely sharp.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian could feel that this three-headed dragon contained powerful dragon-like power in its body, and its vigorous body stretched in mid-air, causing the void to vibrate and sonic boom again and again.

"Roar!"

The three flood dragons let out a roar, leaving black afterimages in the sky, and rushed towards Erlang God Yang Jian fiercely.

The sword-like horn of the dragon's head shone like a sword, split the lake water, and slashed at Erlang God Yang Jian fiercely, with infinite power.

Yang Jian, the God of Erlang, was frightened, and quickly moved sideways, the silver lights intertwined and shining under his feet, and instantly avoided the mighty and incomparable blow of the three-headed dragon.

"Hey!"

The huge three-color light split the lake water and cut directly on the ground. Suddenly, a huge crack with a length of more than ten miles and bottomless depth appeared on the ground, extending into the distance.

But the three-headed dragons missed a hit, and their figures flipped and rolled flexibly in mid-air, bringing up pieces of three-color afterimages again, and attacked Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

"Three-headed dragons, you attack me for no reason, do you know the consequences!"

Erlang Shen Yang Jian had just experienced a great battle, and he seemed a little struggling to face the attack of a demon king with the strength of a golden fairy.

"Take advantage of others, eliminate disasters for others, and kill you, a little Xuanxian, it is not difficult for this king!"

The three flood dragons said coldly.

Hearing the words of the three dragons, Yang Jian's heart suddenly trembled. He didn't expect the revenge to come so fast. He already thought of who wanted to kill him, but unfortunately there was no evidence!
After Ye Xuecheng helped Lei Gong and Dian Mu to slaughter all the monsters above the Baihuling True Immortal, he felt a feeling of jitters, and then saw the three dragons!

This is the demon king with the strength of Jinxian, Ye Xuecheng wants to see if Erlang God Yang Jian's combat power is hidden.Just now when Yang Jian fought the White Tiger Demon King, Ye Xuecheng felt that Yang Jian's strength was the same, if he had the strength of Taiyi Xuanxian, he could kill the White Tiger Demon King within three moves!
I saw that the speed of the three flood dragons pounced like lightning, which was astonishingly fast, and their bodies contained huge power. They rushed towards Erlang God Yang Jian', bringing up a large sound of wind and thunder, which was astonishingly powerful.

"Isn't it just a three-headed worm who has just entered the realm of the Golden Immortal? It's wishful thinking to really think that you can kill me!!"

Seeing the three flood dragons approaching him step by step, Erlang God Yang Jian was also angry, and rushed forward to meet the three rushing dragons, his fists clenched tightly, and the Dragon Subduing Fist had already opened its stance.

Subduing Dragon Fist, this extremely unique ancient boxing technique, its power depends entirely on the strength of the individual's physical body. If the physical body is strong, the power of the boxing will be strong, and if the body is weak, the power of the boxing will be weak.



Moreover, since it is called Subduing Dragon Fist, this set of fists has a huge damage bonus to creatures such as dragons, dragons, snakes, pythons, etc. At this time, Chen Guangrui's fist has a layer composed of countless ancient runes. Composed of rays of light, this layer of quaint rune rays is the essence of Subduing Dragon Fist, which is a combat skill of the Wu clan, capable of bursting out powerful physical strength.

Yang Jian, the God of Erlang, faced the three-headed dragons that were flying towards him, flexibly avoided the entanglement of the three-headed dragons in mid-air, and approached the three-headed dragons like lightning, and hit the three-headed dragons hard with his fist. superior.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Erlang God Yang Jian's iron fist, carrying a huge force of tens of thousands of catties, slammed heavily on the bodies of the three dragons, emitting a circle of incomparably huge rune light.

The scales of the three-headed dragons are extremely hard, comparable to gold and iron, and there are even rune patterns naturally produced by the dragon on them. The defensive power is extremely strong. If ordinary magic weapon swords are cut on the scales, I am afraid that they will not even have a white seal. Leave.

However, when Erlang God Yang Jian punched down, those special rune lights completely ignored the tyrannical scale armor defense of the three dragons.

The three-color scale armor was useless in front of the Subduing Dragon Fist. All the power surged into the body of the three-headed dragon, directly smashing its body and turning its internal organs into bloody mud.

"Ow!"

An earth-shattering scream sounded, and the huge three-headed dragon curled up, tumbling in the mid-air in great pain.

Finally, the water cloud under its body dissipated quietly, and the huge dragon body could not hover in the void, and fell heavily on the ground, smashing the ground into a huge deep pit.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Because of the pain, the huge dragon tail kept slapping the ground, tearing the ground apart, flying sand and rocks, and raising smoke and dust all over the sky.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian glanced at the three dragons struggling on the ground, but he never thought that the Dragon Subduing Fist would be so lethal to the three dragons.

After all, Erlang God Yang Jian seldom takes action against the dragon clan. His wife is the third princess of the West Sea. If he doesn't look at the face of the monk or the face of the Buddha, he will also give the dragon clan some face!
However, at this moment, Erlang God Yang Jian's eyes were like lightning, staring closely at the three-headed dragon sweeping across the ground.

This three-headed dragon is full of treasures, whether it is the skin, scales, bones, tendons, or blood, they are all rare spiritual materials for refining weapons and alchemy.

This is because it took the initiative to attack and kill him, Yang Jian, not him, Yang Jian, who took the initiative to hunt and kill Jiaolong!

This three-headed dragon alone is worth hundreds of millions of high-grade spirit stones, and it is priceless. You must know that in the world of earth and immortals, such a mutant three-headed dragon is extremely rare.

In the huge eyes of this black three-headed dragon, he looked at Erlang God Yang Jian with some fear. Why did the human being look at him so that it gave him a chilling feeling!
"Roar!"

The three-headed dragons endured the pain, and opened their mouths to spit out a beam of bright horses, which turned into a galaxy, and struck towards Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

This sharp pistol was condensed from countless water droplets, but it possessed incomparably sharp power and amazing penetrating power. In the blink of an eye, it had already struck in front of Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

Yang Jian felt the tremendous power contained in the horse training, so he didn't dare to take it hard, and moved his body sideways to avoid this powerful blow.

Xue Liangpi practiced a quick attack and rushed over, slashing on a mountain peak. The entire mountain peak was cut into two pieces, and the cut surface was as smooth as a mirror.



(End of this chapter)