Royal Dragon Domain

Chapter 1361 The Defeat Has Been Determined
Poor and strong, do not fall into the aspirations of the sky!
Now, no one can stop Long Yuren's plan to seize the wheel.

No one would stop Nangong Yagui from taking revenge on Long Yuren.

The two of them, one to relieve their anger, and the other to "snatch", their goals are different from each other, but they also solve everything by force for the same thing.

"Come on!" The Dragon Feather Blade has already started first, and the Yae Ice Soul is already floating on both sides of the body.

They are finally going to fight!
All the people consciously opened up a wider space for the two protagonists. Even the lazy dark clouds in the sky that day seemed to understand the beauty of adults, and gradually dispersed.

Both are ready.

Nangong Yagui's starting move was the third form of the Golden Shield Shura Lock - lock field to generate lightning flash.

The Dragon Feather Blade is accompanied by the eight-fold ice soul, while Nangong Yagui is not inferior. Around his body, from all directions, in some kind of enchantment, hundreds of thousands of thirteen hooks of sickles emerge one after another. .

The thirteen hooks of the sickle seem to be Yagui's main method of displaying it, and at the same time, it is also the main backbone of the lightning flash in the lock area.

At this time, the two burst out with a momentum at the same time, and rushed towards the person in the eyes of both sides.

The eight layers of ice soul and the split thirteen hooks of the sickle kept colliding, and the tremors caused by the damage to each other were continuously splashed.

I saw that when Dragon Feather Blade was in a stalemate with him, a lot of thirteen hooks of turning sickle came from different directions behind him. The thirteen hooks of turning sickle appeared very suddenly, as if they appeared out of thin air, and it was impossible to guard against.

When Dragon Feather Blade was defending, it summoned a shield-shaped ice zhenqi behind it, trying to resist it, but because of the difference in strength, and passive defense, Ya Gui suddenly exerted strength when he was distracted. The front of Dragon Feather Blade suddenly doubled its attack power, and began to press towards him in a way of sudden increase.

Long Yuren was pressed down by him, unable to fight back for a long time.

He backed back again and again, only hearing a few "dong dong", behind him was a mine, felt the sound of impact from behind, and a human-shaped concave mark was carved there.

The sudden change caught Long Yuren off guard.

He plucked up his courage, and kicked Yagui away with a move to cut the wind and shake the demon's legs. However, in the struggle, he already understood that the difference in strength between Qiling and Sihe was really not a talent, but a Duolun. Yin and Xinhuo are comparable.

Long Yuren fell to the waist of the mine, and the bloody liquid in his mouth began to flow down the corners of his mouth in drips.

Yagui indifferently threatened from a distance: "Boy, have you tasted the power of Lock Yusheng Thunderbolt? This is just the beginning. Next, I will let you taste what a real Raw Thunderbolt is!"

Long Yuren forced himself to stand up, staring at the person who said harsh words to him, with pain on his face and persistence, but in his heart, he was always thinking about when he would succeed, when he would succeed...

Long Yuren knew that this level was not enough. Compared with the last death experience, not being able to see the threshold of the Palace of Hades was almost just the beginning, so he told himself that he had to continue.

"Stop talking nonsense, come again!"

Long Yuren once again made a move of Frost and Lieyang Palm, accompanied by the energy of the eight-level ice soul and heart fire, and rushed towards the immobile Yagui, but who would have thought that an accident would still come.

Yagui finally got serious.

He roared angrily: "Lei Shan!"

The impact of Long Yuren stopped abruptly at this moment. Long Yuren seemed to be held hostage by some force, and he couldn't move at all. The awkward posture of rushing forward, like a stone man, was fixed there.

Long Yuren looked around, only to realize, good guy, when did he rush into the ambush of the thirteen hooks of the sickle.

In the scene that was empty for thousands of people just now, in a moment, with Yagui's roar, countless densely packed thirteen hooks of turning sickles appeared around him.

This time, it's different from before.

This stuff is really serious.

The densely packed thirteen hooks of the sickle were instantly covered with thunderclouds of silvery white lightning. The lightning covered the entire area covered by the thirteen hooks of the sickle, especially the most deadly dragon feather blade. In this position, there is almost no dead space.

This density is already comparable to the coverage of sea beasts in that sea area.

Escape, there is no escape.

Before it was over, Long Yuren suddenly felt that his body was suffering the devastating blow of the five thunderbolts, even more cruel than the five thunderbolts.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to live and die, but he couldn't make any physical resistance.

Except for his eyes being able to spin around, it seems that his whole body has lost control, and it no longer belongs to him.

What kind of heart fire, what kind of cold blazing sun palm, or even the eightfold ice soul, he has no way to control it.

Now, there is no pain worse than being trapped and having nowhere to call for help.

Na Yagui, on the other hand, was like a spectator, admiring the physical and physical damage to Long Yuren's body and mind by the small lightning generated by the thirteen hooks of the sickle.

If someone can hear Long Yuren's pain, his cry for help, his wailing, maybe someone will soften their hearts and stop this unfair duel. However, Long Yuren can't let this pain, Use words to tell who.

Time is a luxury, especially for the Dragon Feather Blade who was born in Thunderbolt, this kind of time, every minute and every second, is a torment that is worse than death.

Gradually, he seemed to be reaching his limit.

Long Yuren's eyelids are beginning to close further, that is to say, his limit has finally come, and Long Yuren's aura is so weak that it is unbearable to speak.

This is not the worst, worse is happening.

"It's over, it's over, this kid has a good foundation, but it's a pity that he ended the last glorious moment in his life like this? His internal energy is weakening, and within half an hour, he will be completely destroyed!" Nangong Hong said from there He comfortably flew up and sat up. It seemed that he could no longer be indifferent to this scene, and he had to do something: "Ya Gui, disciple of the fourth branch, don't you know the rules? You know the meaning of killing the killer." What are you wearing!"

There was a flash of anger in Na Yagui's eyes: "Die, do you think I would do this, there are so many people watching, what good does it do me if he dies!
Don't worry, I have the scale!

According to the rules of the fourth branch, no disciples of the same sect can be killed, but they didn’t say that one’s cultivation should not be abolished. I was following the rules of the school!
As long as I release him before half an hour arrives, he can be saved from death. However, he will not be able to make a single thought of cultivation for the rest of his life. I want him to regret being my enemy for the rest of his life!

Heh heh hahaha..."

Nangong Hong cast a contemptuous glance at Ya Gui, who had gone completely mad: "I never thought that you are not only arrogant and unreasonable, but also so cruel and merciless, do you ever know what abolishing his cultivation means to him?" ?”

(End of this chapter)