i'm a monster

Chapter 62

The battle outside the city is still going on, the ice dust all over the sky, the blood blades soaring into the sky, are still in constant conflict.

Both of them are fighting to see who can last till the end.

Every collision would throw Ye Feng far away like rags, and Ye Feng was already trying his best to avoid a head-to-head competition with Qinglong.

Unfortunately, Qinglong's body was too big for him, Ye Feng ran a long distance with all his strength, Qinglong probably just leaned forward and caught up.

Ye Feng's fighting spirit is still there, but he is getting more and more tired after fighting for so long.

But the green dragon became more and more courageous as he fought, turning around and moving, with an imposing manner.

However, perhaps only Sun Da himself, who was sitting on the ground with the seal in his hands, knew that Qinglong Yu Qiang, also known as Yu Danger, once Qinglong's self-awareness awakened, he would have wasted all his true energy.

Sun Da was also trying to support himself, even if the monster was an iron man, since he fought in the morning until now, there must be a time when he was tired, he held up a mouthful of true energy, and struggled to support himself for the breath in his chest.

Xiaomeng was framed by the monster on the opposite side with tricks, this is what Sun Da thinks until now.For himself, for Xiaomeng, this is why Sun Da insisted.

It's not that Sun Da doesn't know that he may reach the limit at any time, Qinglong is berserk and awakens consciousness.Although killing the opposite monster is not a problem.But that is to accompany all my true energy, the gain outweighs the loss.

The crowd watching from afar retreated far away in order not to be affected by the flames of war.

But the crowd did not disperse, and people were still watching the battle.

Ye Feng's blood-red eyes stared at the rising green dragon from a distance, and was knocked out again, using the blood blade with one hand to support his body that was about to fall.

Is it already at the end of the battle?It seems that the power brought by the transformation has almost been overdrawn.

The body is full of old wounds and new marks.

The blood has just been squeezed out of the body, and it has no time to rush and flow.His body was already frozen by the cold air of the green dragon, and the distorted blood-red marks all over his body looked like a battle totem, a blood totem propped on a long blood blade.

Before he could catch his breath, Qinglong rushed over again, poking his claws.

Reluctantly turning the blood blade sideways, he stood in front of him, with his shoulders exerting force, his whole body was pushed behind the blood blade.But even so, they couldn't resist Qinglong's claws.

It was knocked into the air again, and the whole person was thrown about ten meters away.

The blood blade penetrated into the ground and dragged his backward body. In the original battle, all Ye Feng's senses were numb. He never felt pain or injury when he was blown away, but now Ye Feng felt it. It's cold, I don't know if it's the cold air on the green dragon's claws, or the ice shards in the air.

The cracked, dry and peeled lips lifted up slightly, Ye Feng actually smiled wryly to himself, Ye Feng knew, soon, maybe he would fall down in the next moment.

He raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at the green dragon that was getting more and more ferocious.Is it about to fail?Ye Feng asked himself in his heart.Ok.Even if I had to lose, I wouldn't be trampled down by a four-legged worm.

The blood blade was drawn out, and it was raised high with all the strength of the whole body.

'charge'

At that moment, the ice shards all over the sky stagnated in the air. For a moment, the sky was full of icy debris, and they all lit up with the intense red light brought by the charge.

Blooming like fireworks,

Projected like a red meteor,
Even if you want to lose, you have to lose on the way of charging, even if you want to die, you have to break the claws of the four-legged little caterpillar.

Ye Feng charged with his last strength.With the strong wind blowing against his face, Ye Feng was ready to embrace death.

The blood blade is straight.

"Fortunately, it's not too late to come." Fan Chen, dressed in white, stopped his rushing figure, looked at the still going on battle, and looked at the blood red rising from the sky.

"Is there still such a combat power up to now? It seems that I have to re-evaluate this monster, it is really amazing." Fan Chen muttered to himself, from the early battle to the present, it is no longer a power that Fan Chen can understand.

Frowning, "No, that's a flashback, that's the last shot"

The straight blood blade was stretched out, although Ye Feng's figure was still moving forward, it was only relying on a moment of inertia.Far from the bravery when launching a charge.

Others may not have noticed it, but Fan Chen, who is as careful as a hair, is clearly aware of it.

"If this monster is defeated, I'm afraid it will destroy the image that it carefully crafted," Fan Chen whispered, his body turned into a white light.

"Zhanmeng? Sun Da? How about taking my trick?" Fan Chen raised his voice, although it was not very loud, it was clearly transmitted.

Circles of arcane energy gushed out from Fanchen's body, and complex knots were formed with one hand.In the storage bag, small arcane dragons flew out. The dragons were pure arcane energy, and each one was very precious to an arcane mage.

Just bring one of these with you, you can absorb the arcane energy produced by the growth of the arcane dragon, a little every day, not only will not damage the dragon, but also has great benefits for the arcane mage.

There are not many such dragons, and all arcane mages are proud to have one.It's just that the one that gushed out of Fanchen's storage bag at this time was obviously not one, it was a quantity that surprised everyone, as many as twenty.

The tiny cyan arcane dragon, shining with a bluish light, with bright green scales, swam around the body of the mortal.

The other hand held up an ancient oil lamp-like auxiliary item. It was a blue and white mottled ancient lamp. From the appearance of the ancient lamp, it could be clearly felt that it had experienced the baptism of a long history.

But now that the ancient lamp finally sees the light of day, it emits a bluish-white light in Fanchen's hands, swinging away in circles and waves, as if it can illuminate time.

The swaying blue light is very strange, it just fluctuates within one meter of Fanchen's body, and the blue light automatically condenses into a circle of light one meter away.

The twenty arcane swimming dragons surrounded by the light circle seemed like fish in the water for a while, moving even more cheerfully.

Fanchen stood in the circle of light, holding a lamp in one hand, changing seals in the other hand, and reciting ancient spells in his mouth.Even the eyes are closed.

With the sound of the incantation, Youlong swayed rapidly, and the originally small body became even thinner and smaller.The energy in the body was activated by the spell, and has been released into the light circle.

The original bluish-white light of the ancient lamp has changed color, and the original bluish-white light is getting greener and greener, gradually showing a touch of bluishness.Compared with the turquoise stone in the game world, it is much brighter.

Suddenly, Fan Chen opened his eyes.

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I go to get off work at [-] o'clock tomorrow, and I have been writing since I got off work. I am thinking about the plot while eating, and I don't know the taste.

hehe.It's a pity that I can't work full-time. I have a wife and children to support, otherwise I can write [-] words for eight hours a day, so the progress will be guaranteed. I am infinitely envious of those writers who can do what they like wholeheartedly.

Write eight hours a day, revise for two hours, and work ten hours a day.

Hmm, that looks pretty sad too.In fact, I know that the cause of all the tragedies is my snail-like writing speed, which is too responsive.

(End of this chapter)