The Dream Master

"Brother Lu, how are you doing?" The first time I saw it, I was so busy that I went forward and helped Lu Huaming up, concerned.

"I'm fine, just too much power consumption, you quickly catch up, must not let this evil dragon escape, otherwise Chang'an ghosts plague hard to settle, do not know how many innocent people to die.". Lu Huaming's face was as pale as paper, and he managed to open his eyes, entrusting the road.

In the middle of his speech, he slapped his Dragon Sword in Shen Li's hand.

Hearing this, Shen Luo hesitated a bit, gripped the sword hilt in his hand, nodded, and said.

"Don't worry, leave it to me, you take care of yourself."

He said, "I'll leave it to you, take care of yourself." Shen Li, with his long sword in his hand, took out two Divine Plan Kama talismans and stuck them on his legs.

The symbols lit up on his legs, and the paper burned into fragments of ashes that wrapped around his legs.

Lu Huaming leaned against a stone for half a day before his face regained some color. After taking a golden pill, he pinched a magic spell with both hands and began to meditate and rest.

He only felt that the world before him sank as his eyelids slowly sank, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and then he fell headlong toward the side.

......

Shen Luo chased after him all the way out for some miles, but he never saw the figure of the Jinghe Dragon King, and could only vaguely feel the breath of dragon blood emitting from his body.

The only difference is that this breath is very different from the one on Ao Hong's body, filled with a cold and evil feeling.

Half an hour later, Shen Lu arrived at a shoal.

He looked forward, and saw that the ground in front of him was covered with black mud, but because of the lack of water, it had dried up and crusted, and dense traces of cracks could be seen everywhere on the ground.

A layer of fuzzy fog obscured the farther parts of the beach, and only a huge black shadow could be seen vaguely.

In the meantime, Shen fell, his nose wrinkled, and he smelled a dense smell of blood.

Just at this moment, a whistling wind suddenly sounded?　The ground on the right side of a flying sand stirred up?　Wrapped in a violent force, it swept over towards Shen Li.

Shen Luo's line of sight was slightly averted?　Both feet stomped the ground?　The figure jumped up and rushed straight into the air tens of feet high.

A sturdy dragon tail swept past beneath him?　A "rumbling" sound was stirred up.

When Shen Fei's body fell, a reddish sword light shot out?　He was caught by a red sword light that flew out and hovered beneath him.

"Evil Dragon?　You're seriously injured, and you still won't give up?" Shen Fei hung in the air with his sword in his hand, holding the Dragon Sword, and raged.

"Roar ......" in response to him?　It was a resentful dragon's roar.

It was accompanied by a thick fog of black smoke.　It was a thick fog of black smoke, as if the dragon's breath was gushing out, and a smell of decay and decay was born in the empty space where it passed.

"Stubborn and stubborn!"

After Shen Luo saw this, he no longer discouraged, and gave a low curse?　After holding the Vorpal Sword in both hands and raising it above his head?　The sword's technique of Pure Yang was fully operated, and it was heavily chopped down toward the front.

I saw a reddish-golden glow on the Vorpal Sword?　A dragon's shadow floated on it, and then it transformed into a huge sword shadow a hundred feet tall?　How sharp was it?　The surrounding area was illuminated as if it were daylight.

Shen Xiaoxiang's sword cut down?　It was like a solitary peak tumbling down, coercing a magnificent heavenly power and creating strong ripples.

As soon as the black smoke came into contact with the golden light of the sword blade, it was instantly evaporated and melted like ice and snow under a blazing sun, and the sword light went ahead and landed on the shoal.

"Boom" a loud bang!

An incomparably strong wind, like two walls of air, drained outward from the center of the sword light, pushing away the hazy fog that filled the shoals and forming an incomparably large cavernous area in the center.

In that area, a huge ravine ten feet deep appeared, in which the remnants of sword qi rose up into the sky, causing some confusion in the empty space there.

At the end of the ravine, however, stood a straight figure, covered in blood, the King of the Jing River Dragon.

At the moment, he was so badly wounded that he could no longer fight.

Shen Fei's figure swept forward and gradually fell down, pointing his sword at the man with a sharp gaze.

"I never thought that I would return with endless anger and resentment, but I would fall into the hands of a bunch of you hairy brats, it seems that the Tang's luck is still very strong." The Jinghe Dragon King stood still, not making a move, somewhat listlessly.

"Evil Dragon, you have no way to escape, so why don't you restrain yourself and return with me to the Tang government to be tried?" Shen Luo's cold voice.

"To be tried by the Tang government? Even they deserve it! I've already been punished once at the Death Penalty by the Dragons, so what? You want to cut me down again?" The Jinghe Dragon King sneered.

"Then there's nothing more to say." Shen Luo's gaze was cold, and his Dragon Cutting Sword was raised again.

"I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

When Shen Luo saw this, her heart was also slightly touched.

This evil dragon has created many kills, but not everyone has the courage to do so after all.

"Although I am only a nobody now, I am sure I will have a great career in the future. You will not be dishonored even if you die by my hand today." Shen Luo's heart could not help but feel a surge of heroism, and he said.

"You should know that the young man Ling Yun Zhi, once promised to be the best on earth, can have such an ambition, and the future must not be a generation of people who are only just, just, just, come to strike." The Jinghe Dragon King looked at Shen Li's appearance as he spoke, and a slight look of appreciation and envy appeared in his eyes.

Shen Luo's gaze was slightly gloomy at the words, and he stopped talking, his sword in his hand, and leapt into the air to kill the Dragon King.

"Brother Shen, stay under the sword!"

At that moment, an urgent shout rang out from afar, and a shadow came speeding this way.

After hearing the familiar voice, Shen Li hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew his sword and fell back.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful figure flew down from in front of him, and it was Ma XiuXiu.

She wore a purple and black robe with a jade belt around her waist and long hair tied high on her head.

"Miss Ma, you're ......" Shen Luo's eyebrows were furrowed, but her heart was more than a little guessing.

"Brother Shen, today I beg you to let him go for once, and I will definitely satisfy you in the future, no matter what you need in return." Ma Xiu Xiu cupped her hands and bowed deeply at Shen Li.

"Miss Ma, why are you doing this?" Shen Luo asked.

"Xiu Xiu, you ......" the Jinghe Dragon King called softly, his voice actually choked up.

When Shen Luo saw this, his suspicions became a little more certain.