Dragon Vein Martial God

After catching the Xuanlong gun, Jiaolong's eyes mocked and threw it back at Jiangting.

Seeing this, Jiang Ting is just about to wave back the Xuanlong spear... But suddenly he finds that the Xuanlong spear is full of Jiaolong's giant force. If he recalls it rashly, the giant force will surely blow him away.

"Good voice, cunning." Even if it was his own magic weapon, he could only choose to be sharp for a while.

Fighting with such a fierce monster, once he is injured, it can not be said that he is the catalyst of death... He has not recovered from the injury in the tunnel of the cave. If he can not be injured, he will try his best to keep it intact.

"Ang..." the Dragon pounced on Jiang Ting again.

It's not that it doesn't want to deal with Wu Ying first, but it sees that if it doesn't deal with Jiang Ting first, it has no chance to swallow Wu Ying... In that case, it's better to swallow Jiang Ting directly.

Although Jiang Ting is better than Wu Ying, it's just that he doesn't worry... It's just better food.

"Are you staring at me?" Jiang Ting continued to run away without hesitation.

He doesn't want to fight Jiaolong head-on... But he can't fight with Jiaolong. Unless he is a fool, who will be a fool?

Run away for a while.

Jiang Ting suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Looking around... Wu Ying, who was rescued by him, had already run to the edge of the cave with a little hesitation.

And Hualing... Is standing not far away, watching a play?

All of a sudden, Jiang Ting only felt a dull rise in his heart.

So, directly cold drink: "you are in the theater!"

Hualing's eyes twinkled, silent, apparently in revenge before the death of Qiushui Pavilion disciples.

Jiang Ting wanted to swear, so he drank coldly: "the battle of spirit, you can't live when I die!"

Hualing finally said: "you block it first. I'm casting a secret spell."

"Secret magic?" A nameless fire appeared in Jiang Ting's heart.

For another person, maybe he is willing to believe it, or because of Hualing's appearance, he is willing to eat some grievances, but he is... Different.

First of all, he jumped to avoid the dragon.

Then five fingers slightly moved, and twelve serial blades flew out... Now, the limit of not damaging his body and mind is to control the twelve flying blades.

Once twelve blades are offered, it means that he has no time to use magic, even the instant fireball, and no time to use any other magic weapon.

The cutting blade did not attack Jiaolong, but cut Hualing.

Unless there is a complete set of serial blades, the blade can't break the dragon's defense at all. In this case, why should he use the blade against the dragon? In case of an accident, Jiaolong's damage to any one of the blades will be irreparable.

Looking at Hualing again, I can see that Ziren is attacking... Fortunately, the distance between them is close to 15 Zhang. Because the distance is far enough, even if Jiangting suddenly attacks, she will have time to respond.

Bai Ling dances slightly and instantly becomes a cloth cage to cover her.

The slight collision sounds... Although the blade failed to break the white silk, it tore open many places of the white silk.

Hualing couldn't help shouting: "you are crazy!"

"Since you want me to die, I'll drag you to die. Is that a problem?"

First there was a sneer, then Jiang Ting continued to avoid Jiaolong: "I may die, at least you will die in front of me!"

I'm not sure if I can escape to Jiangting with flowing wind boots, but he is sure that if only one person can escape, it must be Jiangting.

Unexpectedly, Jiaolong understood Jiang Ting's words.

It suddenly stops chasing, and climbs to a decadent building roof with its limbs. Its body is wrapped around the nearly decadent column, and it looks at them with ridicule and abuse.

Just like a picture, the posture of watching a good play... Its breath suddenly began to become obscure.

Seeing this, Jiang Ting's figure flashed and opened a larger distance, then controlled the blade to aim the blade at Hualing.

"Stupid... Stupid... Two... Feet... Beast..." a hoarse, sharp and harsh voice just like the friction of gold and stone suddenly rang out.

Jiangting and Hualing are still confronting each other. Their pupils shrink slightly. They suddenly turn their heads to see... The direction of the sound is clearly the place where Jiaolong is entangled with the abandoned buildings.

The only one who makes a sound is the dragon who is watching the play.

I'm afraid Jiaolong just learned to speak.

Jiaolong eyes appear disdain: "two feet... Beast."

It's adapting very fast, people say.

But it doesn't matter... What's important is that the monsters in this world can speak only when they build a foundation.

Building foundation and refining gas are two different realms.

If it breaks through... People here will surely die.

Jiang Ting immediately could not afford to confront Hualing again: "it is adapting to the power of building foundation. No one can run until it adapts."

Hualing takes a look at Jiangting, then jumps out, and Bai Ling rushes towards the dragon like a flying snake.

"Don't let... I... Go to the theatre, you all die!" Jiaolong's head straightened up in an instant.

"Elder martial sister, it has not been able to break through. Jiaolong's blood is strong. At this time, it just forces the pass. It is not as terrible as building foundation. Kill him quickly." Wu Ying suddenly found something and cried out.

However, it seems to speak a little late, Hualing has been shot.

If you look at Jiaolong here, the atmosphere there suddenly becomes complicated.

Drops of water suddenly flew out... The temperature here dropped in a straight line.

Waiting for Bai Ling to come near, the water drops will fight back like a storm... The hard water drops don't destroy Bai Ling, but stick to Bai Ling.

When Bai Ling was close to Jiaolong sanzhang, Bai Ling was already heavy and fell to the ground.

No matter how Hualing pushes it, Bai Ling can't fly on the ground.

Jiaolong's eyes are disappointed... Then, a Feipu pours at Hualing. Maybe the power of the magic lets him down, so he doesn't want to use the magic, but is more willing to use the body to attack?

At the same time, Jiang Ting was relieved that although Jiaolong suddenly used a spell, the impact speed of his body was not much different from that before.

Strength, should not have improved... Perhaps as Wu Ying said, Jiaolong forced a so-called pass, so it can suddenly export into speech.

"I don't want to help you." Murmur a, although the bottom of the heart don't want to hand, Jiang Ting still took out Xuan long gun to rush out.

The attacked Hualing suddenly retreated.

"Roar!" The Dragon opened its mouth and roared.

A strong suction emerges... The backward movement of the flower bell suddenly stops, and the clothes and hair are blown up by the suction, flying in the direction of the dragon.

Maybe it's because Jiaolong forced to hold the pass. At the moment, Jiaolong can use magic to assist attack... Or maybe Jiaolong was hiding himself before.

Hualing kept calm all the time and disappeared instantly. Her eyes turned to show a touch of fear... Jiaolong's strength became stronger and stronger.

Waiting for Jiang Ting's rescue?

Recalling that she just sat by, she didn't think Jiang Ting would really spare no effort to rescue.