Beast

The scoffing laughter of the descendants of the golden dragon roared and trembled. It was not a sound attack, but it was stirring and resounding for dozens of miles around.

A mountain of rocks and trees were shaken to pieces.

Yang Qing didn't care about the ridicule of the descendant of the golden dragon, and galloped away at full speed.

Qiu Yan, Qi Long was pleasantly surprised, and his flying speed increased slightly. He realized that the descendants of the golden dragon wanted to kill them before Yang Qing arrived to prevent them from escaping, so he immediately activated the secret technique to increase his strength, and his flying speed increased.

Rise again.

The two of them knew that the strength of this descendant of the golden dragon was higher than that of a monk in the middle stage of transformation who had already become a walking attribute body, and Yang Qing would be defeated.

Unable to properly rescue them with the opponent's nine iron green wooden needles and yellow balls, the two could only try their best to rush to Yang Qing's side.

Life and death are in the blink of an eye, so how dare you not resort to the last resort?

"Things with wings are really disgusting, huh!"

The descendant of the golden dragon sneered and shouted again, obviously not taking a 'little guy' like Yang Qing into consideration. His speed remained the same, and as he swung his thick arms, he swung out the six-foot-long golden mace held by his palm or claw.[

"Whoosh!"

Golden light flashed across and the air exploded.

The golden mace with surging golden light was not only fierce, but also sharp enough to be looked at directly. It went straight towards Qiu Yan who was holding the bright red flower umbrella.

Qiu Yan is less than ten miles away from the descendants of Jin Jiao. Jin Jiao is a Qi refining monk and can control the golden mace to attack in the air. Although the range of her spiritual consciousness is not enough to cover Qiu Yan, such an attack can still endanger her.

Qiu Yan's expression suddenly changed, and she did not dare to slow down her galloping speed at all. She quickly used her reddish-red silk scarf to resist the incoming golden mace.

"Peng!"

Waves of true energy surged in all directions.

Even though the golden mace was no longer within the range of the spiritual consciousness of the descendant of the golden dragon, its power was still formidable. The sword and the golden mace were shaken in such a way that they were at a disadvantage.

Qiu Yan's delicate cheeks tightened slightly, and her speed increased due to the impact of the golden mace.

She knew that she must do everything possible to rush to Yang Qing's side in order to ensure safety. She would rather be injured than slow down, or even faster.

You must not go too far into the range of the spiritual consciousness of the descendants of the golden dragon.

Although such a pursuit will definitely be enveloped by its spiritual consciousness, it can only try its best to protect its own life.

He also understood the purpose of the descendant of the golden dragon to do this. Killing her in front of Yang Qing was part of the provocation. The other was to kill her, a monk in the middle stage of transformation, to prevent her from becoming Yang Qing's helper.

.Became an obstacle for the descendants of Jin Jiao to kill Yang Qing.

Regardless of whether the descendant of the golden dragon despised or ridiculed Yang Qing, it knew how powerful the aura and qualifications were, and to be on the safe side, it had to kill its helper first.

When Qilong saw the golden mace being thrown out by the descendant of the golden dragon, he turned around and galloped away from the golden mace. He was only in the early stage of transformation and could hardly withstand the attack of the descendant of the golden dragon. His speed was slow, his attacks were weak, and his spells were weak.

To help Qiu Yan, we can only protect ourselves with all our strength, lest Qiu Yan distracts from him.[

The descendants of the golden dragon ignored Qi Long and fled elsewhere.

As long as these two monks in the middle stage of transformation are killed, there is no need to worry about whether the monk in the early stage of transformation can escape its attack.

After one blow, the golden mace floated in the air, its golden light surging and sharp, waiting for the spiritual consciousness of the descendant of the golden dragon to come.

Even if it is highly cultivated and powerful, it still needs divine consciousness to control it after a blow. Only when it is controlled by divine consciousness can it exert its power.

"Boom!"

The scaly wings broke through the air, and Yang Qing looked strange and ferocious as he galloped at full speed.

His heart was solemn, and murderous intent surged. He could not intercept Jin Mace's attack from such a distance, so he could only run as fast as possible, with a clear sound of chilling surrounding him. His aura, qualifications, chilling and strength blended together, and he had already used all his strength.

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Where it passed, the gray bolt was pulled out for more than ten feet. This is where the body passed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been separated.

This time I came to rescue Qiu Yan, and it was almost impossible to kill this descendant of the golden dragon. Perhaps only Qiu Yan, regardless of the risk of his life, could attack the golden dragon with him.

If he wanted to kill him, Yang Qing would definitely try his best to kill him. It was impossible to do it at this time, and his murderous intention was not concealed at all.

The breath of the body has a clear sound of killing, and the cruelty has been reduced by three points.

The descendant of the golden dragon is more than ten feet long and is extremely fierce and ferocious. This is the first descendant of a monster that Yang Qing has seen. Danye is a descendant of the divine beast Qingluan. Compared with it, he is very petite, but he is afraid in his heart.

A person with a large body will usually be strong because of the strength of his body.

But only relatively speaking, if a powerful soul controls the body and controls the body of attributes, it will be difficult to exert the power of the body.

Just like this body of Yang Qing, he can control part of the power of the whole body. If his soul is replaced by a mortal soul, he may not be able to use the power of one arm.

The strength of the body requires enough control of the soul!

The descendant of the golden dragon's huge body is its talent, but it may not be well controlled.

With this knowledge, I guess Yang Qing is not afraid.

"Boom!"

The scaled wings fluttered angrily, and the air was suddenly squeezed and vibrated.

Yang Qing and Qiu Yan galloped towards each other with all their strength, and the distance between the two was shortening at an extremely fast speed. With the help of the blind eyes, Qiu Yan's beautiful eyes could clearly see the look of anxiety and help.

After a short while.

"How dare a ladybug cause trouble?" the descendant of the golden dragon shouted scornfully. The golden mace shook and he went straight to hit Qiu Yan, who had already entered the range of the divine consciousness.

At this time, Yang Qing also enveloped Qiu Yan with his spiritual consciousness, and had already sacrificed his blood-suppressing breath to Qiu Yan's side.

"Whoosh!"

"Chichi!"

The flames of the bright red silk cloth are strong, light but extremely fast, lingering around to protect the graceful figure of Qiu Yan.

The thick mist-like blood-suppressing breath turned into a giant gray palm in an instant, and the five fingers squeezed the air as they gathered together, grabbing about six feet away, and hugged the thick golden mace.

Yang Qing wanted to try his best to save Qiu Yan's life. The two were so close, how could he want to see her killed by the descendant of the golden dragon with a mace.

But Qi Long could only watch from a distance and could not participate.

"boom!"

The giant gray palm struck first with the golden mace.

The golden mace trembled with golden light, and its downward thrust was greatly hindered.

And the gray giant palm was smashed to pieces. The thick fog had not stopped returning, as if it was just fog, and it was intensively cut by a blade of light and sword shadows, leaving visible scars. The surging golden light continued to strangle, and the thick fog-like blood-suppressing blood appeared.

The breath was hard to heal for a while, and he stuck it on the golden mace and smashed it against the Yin Hong silk.

Yang Qing's heart suddenly sank. This golden mace turned out to be a very strange and powerful natal magic weapon. Its material was strange and it had the power of tearing gold.

Previously, the golden dragon's spiritual consciousness was unable to control the golden mace. But now, the golden mace is under the control of spiritual consciousness, showing the power of tearing.

The attack turned into a giant palm by the blood-suppressing breath was not strong, and it was hit and torn apart by such a magic weapon. Although he was not seriously injured, the golden mace still hit Qiu Yan fiercely. What he wanted to do was already

It's too late. There's nothing we can do.

"Bang!"

Su Xuexi, gold mace, and Yin Hong draped silk collided in one place.

Qiu Yan tried her best to defend herself. However, the golden mace, whose attack was weakened by the giant gray palm, was still very powerful to her.

The fluttering silk fabric was suddenly dented, and the bright red flower umbrella hit Qiu Yan's plump back.

If the blood-suppressing breath had not resisted the tearing power of the golden mace, the Yin Hong Phi Silk, although it was a middle-grade magic weapon, would have been damaged by the powerful impact and tearing of the golden mace. Even so, Qiu Yan Graceful's

His figure also trembled from the impact, his body sank, and his delicate cheeks flushed.

She was already injured under this blow.

Qiu Yan's fiery red pupils flashed with a look of fear, looking at the strange-looking Yang Qing, suppressing her injuries and running as fast as she could.

The descendants of the golden dragon were slightly surprised. A body cultivator who had not yet achieved the physical attributes actually possessed a spiritual object. Moreover, this thick mist-like spiritual object was very strange. It could withstand the tearing power of the golden mace. However, it only

He was just a little surprised. The power of a spiritual creature is only so powerful. How powerful can it be? He grinned like a crocodile and suddenly sneered, "Which clan's descendants are so unbearable that they dare to go out and show off their power?"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The golden mace was already under the control of the descendant of the golden dragon's consciousness. If he could not succeed in one strike, he immediately got up and struck again.

The thick mist-like blood-suppressing breath turned into billowing gray clouds, carrying the impact of the golden mace.

After a series of blows, Qiu Yan's fair cheeks were flushed, and her beautiful eyes were full of pain. If it weren't for the blood-suppressing breath as the first defense, she would have died under the golden mace, even though she was not dead.

He was also seriously injured.

Fortunately, the descendant of the golden dragon controlled the golden mace to attack, which slowed down the pursuit.

Yang Qing, who had a strange face and was full of ferocity, was already approaching at full speed. The gray horse flashed past and appeared between Qiu Yan and the golden mace, smashing and smashing, and the torn and scattered blood-stirring breath poured into Yang Qing's body like a swarm.

Within the body.

"No need to stop, let's go!"

Qiu Yan's expression was slightly relaxed. Even though she knew that Yang Qing was no match for this descendant of the golden dragon, she still felt very at ease. Before she could slow down and fight with Yang Qing against the descendant of the golden dragon, a low, hoarse voice sounded.

Yan only felt a very gentle force blowing through him, and his galloping speed increased greatly.

Yang Qing said this, and with the power of slapping Qiu Yan with his scaly wings, he already pinned the blood-grey Kuang Tu to his waist and rushed towards the six-foot-long Xu Jinmai that hit him again.

The soft power brushed through the cloth and reached the graceful figure. The speed of galloping increased, but the injury did not worsen. Qiu Yan's expression was slightly stern. She understood Yang Qing's considerations. Even if she and Yang Qing teamed up, there was nothing they could do.

The descendant of the golden dragon, on the other hand, was restrained by both of them. Her slow speed made it difficult to escape. If Yang Qing resisted alone for a while, Qiu Yan galloped a distance, and Yang Qing could escape at a speed much faster than the descendant of the golden dragon.

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Of course, the premise is that he can resist alone.

Qiu Yan didn't hesitate, she looked slightly worried and kept running.

"Whoosh!"

A long and narrow blood-gray sword slashed out from bottom to top.

Yang Qing's galloping figure condensed slightly, leaving behind a phantom with soaring wings, which already appeared about half a foot away.

"Ding!", the blood-gray sword light collided with the smashing golden mace.

The scaly wings span nearly seven feet, which is only one circle larger than the golden mace. Compared with the golden mace, Pu Dao Kuang Tu is really thin and weak, just like a finger and an entire arm. The confrontation between the two is very difficult.

It's incongruous...