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But the killing intention seems to be alive. Before Lin Hao's strike, it has turned into a proud and bent green dragon. Its sharp four claws are pressed on its limbs, and the dragon's head is disdaining to spit gas at it.

If he was more afraid, he might be able to hear the sarcasm from the other side. Unfortunately, to such an extent, he already understood that it is impossible to show weakness in exchange for his chance to live.

Because the other side has used the overwhelming intention to kill, resolutely cut off this opportunity, this human does not even intend to give the world shaking beast a chance to beg for mercy, also do not intend to see each other's ugly.

He has the purest intention of killing in his heart, and the formula of killing Qi has reached a new height at the moment, which makes the blood dyed in Lin Hao's hands turn into a silent understanding of killing, and makes his behavior more pure and refined.

But the next second, Lin Hao's heart suddenly moved. At that moment, it seemed that someone whispered a word in his ear. It was almost inaudible, but it was enough to shake his mind.

"You are short of a sword now." The other side said, "a real dragon chanting sword that has not been tempered by you, even blood all over the body has not been spilled."

It's like bewitching, or powerful magic. He shouldn't have listened to it.

But this sentence fell lightly in Lin Hao's ear and fell in his calm heart lake, but it was like a huge wave, which made him suddenly turn his head, and the fiery golden pupil also suddenly staggered from his neck.

On his forehead, the sharp dragon horns with their heads held high, the broken side was deeply close to the ground, and the fault was covered with soil and stained with dust.

But its other horn is intact. The shining one stands in the air, and its upper part is stained by the blood of itself. Half of its body is full of scarlet and blood gas, and half of its body is exposed in the sun, bursting with the same dazzling red light!

Without even half hesitation, Lin Hao's foot stepped on each other's side abdomen without respect.

At this moment, this strange beast, just like an animal to be slaughtered, was crushed by Lin Hao's throat and stepped on his belly. If it wasn't for the red light of the Dragon scales, who would have thought that this was the son of the dragon who had been slaughtered and stained with scales, Jai canthus!

But the fact is that, although the weak beast sensed something, he was unwilling and shamed to use the spirit power, let a hundred black sword curtains fall down again, and tried his best to raise his head, trying to avoid the other side's thin and weak palm.

But the other side's spirit power swings out again, smashing its moves without any trace. The palm easily grasps the hot red dragon horn again, and the palm is also dyed red by the blood on it.

I don't know why, under Lin Hao's own pressure, although the other broken dragon horn still burst into dazzling red light, the intact dragon horn in his palm changed quietly.

The original bright red light was like the sky coming at night. With the speed of birds flying in the air, it disappeared in the palm of Lin Hao, as if he had extinguished the candle in the Dragon horn.