Beast

The power of the 'Golden Dragon Sky Survey' is far beyond what Long Qi, the descendant of the golden dragon, can match.

Even though Yang Qing tried his best to defend himself, he was seriously injured.

The tearing power that non-reality monks can exert is violently vented. Although its lethality is not comparable to that of Tongxuan monks, it is still not something that Yang Qing can withstand. Even a pair of scale wings is more powerful than ordinary ones.

All the magic weapons of the first grade must be powerful, and filled with the blood-suppressing aura that is not far from the upper-level spiritual level. It activates some of the killing sounds for defense, and a pair of scale wings is also torn to pieces and dilapidated.

Seeing this scene, Danye's eyelids suddenly turned a rich green color, his eyes were filled with tears, and his expression was full of regret.

The ethereal voice was mixed with sobs and hoarseness, and it was extremely painful, saying "Yang Qing..."

Yang Qing bit his steel teeth slightly and frowned. The scale wings, scale tail, and gray scales were part of the body. With such an injury, the fierce pain hit his heartstrings that were so tight that they were about to break. He raised his palms slightly.

, stopped Dan Ye’s words.

Due to the protection of his arms, his face was still intact, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth to comfort Dan Ye, but it looked extremely tragic indeed.

At the same time, Wanli Fu sent a message, "Little sister, I'm fine, do as I say!"

"You all deserve to die!"

Dan Ye's thin cheeks were slightly pale due to rage, and his expression hesitated. He looked around Ao Shuang and other monks with hatred, and his ethereal voice was full of murderous intent.

"Boom, boom, boom!", the green feathers like a feather fan became more and more fierce.

The emerald-colored flames burned the air to a crackling sound, and the air waves caused by the impact dissipated under the unparalleled heat before they could remember the surge.

At this moment, Dan Ye felt powerless when he saw that the person he loved was so seriously injured.

Fei Shu and the other five late-stage monks were horrified. They thought that if they were in the middle stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of the stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of the same stage of stage of stage of stage of the stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of stage of the stage of the stage of the stage, the descendant of the five-clawed golden dragon Ao Shuang, were also in the same stage, were also in the middle stage of the stage.

Yang Qing, who had the courage and qualifications to kill, almost killed him on the spot.

Ao Shuang has such strength, they know that in the middle stage of transformation, they will be unable to catch up with them!

I don’t know if his courage and qualifications are difficult to live up to despite his reputation. Or maybe Ao Shuang is too strong!

In any case, the fat rat female cultivator and other five late-stage monks were overjoyed. Even though there was a threat from Dan Ye, they still hoped that Ao Shuang could kill Yang Qing quickly. Of course, if they could make him suffer all kinds of pain first

Regret. Kill them again. They will be happier.

Ao Shuang was slightly shocked, such a blow, but it had been stored for a long time. It was his strongest blow. He failed to kill Yang Qing with this blow, which was quite beyond his expectation. However, it was only a slight blow.

He was just shocked, even though he didn't have enough time to concentrate on such a blow, he believed that Yang Qing was already seriously injured, and killing him was just a matter of attacking him with all his strength several times.

I thought to myself that even if the Qi Qi Qi Kill was not in vain, the 'little bastard' was too stupid to exert the power of the Qi Qi Qi Kill.

Although the smile on his face was bright, it was extremely stern, and he sneered, "That's all, little bastard, let me kill you with my own hands, you should be very honored!"

"Qiang Qiang!"

The severely damaged scale wings were folded behind him, and the war fur with large-scale fractures of ice and fire silk looked very tattered. The body glowed slightly with a thick gray light, floating in the air with the help of the newly formed body of destruction.

He spit out the blood in his mouth casually, and the smile on Yang Qing's mouth was inexplicable. Looking at Ao's eyes, they were full of disdain and ridicule, as if he wanted him to submit, but he couldn't do it.

"Shua!", flicking the blood-gray Kuang Tu in his hand, the blood-grey color of Kuang Tu gradually thickened and brightened, and there was a faint and chilling sound of 'clanging'.

Although he was seriously injured, at an absolute disadvantage, his life was in danger, and life and death seemed to be in a blink of an eye, his waist was straight, as if he had been built up by many hardships and wind and rain, without a trace of arrogance, but with a sense of pride.

The brilliance cannot be annihilated.

Ao Shuang was provoked again by the silent provocation, and he laughed angrily, "Haha! What do you have to be arrogant about, you little bastard, you will die!"

The golden light lingers between his eyebrows, as if there is a five-clawed golden dragon circling.

Ao Shuang has excellent qualifications. His soul is a high-grade Kunhun, and he possesses the natal spiritual object - Kanglong fine gold. Its power is mainly the power of tearing, and it has the ability to tear. Once promoted to a spiritual treasure, it can injure

The domineering magic weapon of perfection, the Fangtian Painted Halberd, is extremely powerful.

Previously, it was used to cover up the mark that appeared when using the natal spiritual object, the Dragon's Fine Gold. Its purpose was to show that it could kill the 'little miscellaneous' without using the natal spiritual object, and it also had the five claws of the Dragon's Fine Metal.

The natal spiritual creature of the Golden Dragon clan, but in comparison, it is not as elegant as Danye's Luan Tianzun Yan. Now, letting it be revealed is to let the 'little miscellaneous hair' know who is the proud son of the emperor.

In fact, Ao Shuang has been activating his natal spiritual creature, Dragon Fine Gold, otherwise the 'Golden Dragon Patrol' would not have such power.

After saying that, he waved the golden Fangtian Painted Halberd in his palm and rushed towards Yang Qing.

As a Qi-refining monk with true energy, Ao Shuang can naturally control the magic weapon to attack in the air and display combat skills, but his strength can only be exerted in close combat.

He naturally disdains the use of combat techniques that condense the form of ordinary beasts.

After all, he himself is a descendant of the five-clawed golden dragon, and his body shape already coincides with a certain kind of heaven. Unless the beast form condensed by the combat skills used is the five-clawed golden dragon, otherwise he will fall into the inferior category, and the form of the holy beast has already been

It is not a matter of technique, but of charm, and what is condensed is the magical power and dharma.

It is very difficult to condense the form of a five-clawed golden dragon. If the form is perfectly condensed, it will be a charm and a supernatural power!

Relying on his own talent, Ao Shuang could not perfectly condense the five-clawed golden dragon, so he could not condense the holy beast state.

Being able to roughly condense it into the form of a holy beast is already a magical power!

"Clang clang clang!"

Ao Shuang was extremely fierce and used many combat skills to perform ferociously.

The golden light exploded, and the exploded golden light was like a sword.

The power of the golden spirit body is integrated into the true essence, which is the use of the whole body's power. It is still a skill, and it is an intermediate combat skill. When combined with other skills, it becomes even more powerful.

Fang Tian's painted halberd condenses the form of a five-clawed golden dragon...

Suddenly, a towering golden mountain appeared, and the golden mountain collapsed...

In addition, combat techniques combined with techniques such as concentration, compression, twisting, etc. were used by Ao Shuang one after another.

"Boom boom boom!"

Yang Qing struggled to resist, and could only barely intercept the attack. Not only was he unable to fight back, but he seemed to be unable to withstand it, as the attacks increased. The scaled wings that were folded behind him were constantly being damaged.

, the scales of destruction around him were constantly shattered.

Even his body shape cannot be controlled by him and he can be thrown up and down.

Danye gritted her white teeth, and her emerald pupils were already like emerald flames. If Yang Qing hadn't used the Wanli Talisman again to let her ignore him for the time being, he would no longer attack the descendant of the golden dragon who practiced the golden way of deflecting thunder.

Instead, he specializes in Ao Shuang.

After a ferocious attack, Ao Shuang couldn't stop laughing. His loud laughter was full of joy and ferocity. He mocked, "How about you, little bastard? I can still catch your eye with this dragon's ability. Haha, you waste! Use the killing method."

Try to see if you can get this dragon, try it, little bastard, this dragon said, I can take your life with ease!"

"As a descendant of the five-clawed golden dragon, this dragon has a transcendent status!"

"You! Little bastard! Who do you think you are! No matter how you mess with it, you are just a piece of trash with messed up blood!"

"This dragon has a body of golden spirit and is a divine gift from heaven!"

"You! Little bastard! You are nothing but a waste that is despised by Heaven and does not possess even the lowest spiritual roots!"

"The treasures this dragon needs are all given by the clan! All kinds of spiritual stones are inexhaustible!"

"You! Little bastard! What do you have?!"

"How can you compare with this dragon? How dare you disobey this dragon!"

"Haha! If you hadn't clung to the descendant of Qingluan, you! You little bastard! You wouldn't even be worthy of letting this dragon take a look!"

"You! Little bastard! Even if you have the courage and qualifications to kill, you are still a lowly reptile!"

"This dragon is going to take a closer look today. How can the little miscellaneous hairy have the spirit and qualifications to kill? Don't worry, your soul will not be wasted in vain. It will be extracted and refined to make it fresh again. Maybe, make good use of it and refine it into

Puppet soldiers, killing can still be used by this dragon!"

During the tea cup, Ao Shuang's ferocious attack did not slow down at all, and his sharp words and sarcasm made it extremely enjoyable.

Which monk can so brutally beat a monk with the same level of cultivation and the courage and qualifications to kill.

This sense of accomplishment is enough to make him proud for a long time!

The fat rat female cultivator and the other five monks in the late stage of Ding Ling were also extremely relieved of their hatred, and they couldn't help stroking their hands and laughing.

Dan Ye's pity made her feel like her heart was being cut with a dull knife. She had never hated a monk so much. If it was possible to kill one of the six monks including Ao Shuang, she would never do it.

Even with the slightest hesitation, Ao Shuang, a descendant of the five-clawed golden dragon, killed him without fail.

Even for herself, she hates it so much because her cultivation level is too shallow and her strength is not good enough!

Yang Qing's eyebrows stood up angrily, and his teeth clenched together loudly. A pair of bloody eyes glared ferociously at Ao Shuang. He said nothing and only focused on resisting. His combat skills were as good as the sky, and he didn't even use Sky Splitting Slash.

There is no time to cast it, and the sound attack of Dragon Roar and Tiger Roar is used to resist the attack.

This attack lasted for half a cup of tea.

Even though Yang Qing was struggling to resist, and his body was thrown away in a miserable state. The injuries on his scale wings and the gray scales all over his body continued to increase and worsen, and he could barely resist. However, he was not directly attacked by Fang Tian's painted halberd.

.

Ao Shuang cursed in his heart, "Little bastard, you can hold on to death, let's see how long you can resist!"

And at this moment.

A joy flashed through Yang Qing's solemn heart with a ferocious expression.

Ao Shuang's expression changed slightly, and he secretly thought, something is wrong!

Dan Ye's angry cheeks also showed joy, and then became more solemn, and the green flame mark between the white eyebrows began to flicker slightly!

"Is it really necessary to use external force to kill this little bastard immediately?"

Ao Shuang was angry and thought unwillingly. He had received a message that Qingluan, who came to rescue 'Little Zamao', was about to arrive. This made him think that he had to let the fat rat female cultivator and other monks attack with him before he could kill him immediately.

Kill the 'Little Zamao' without making any mistakes and prevent him from being rescued by Qingluan!

Ao Shuang, who originally wanted to kill Yang Qing by himself with his own strength, now needs the help of external forces to achieve a quick victory. How can he be willing to do so? If this way, his sense of accomplishment cannot be fulfilled, how can he be willing?

However, killing Yang Qing is more important to him.

Fang Yao ordered the fat rat female cultivator and other monks to attack together, but found that Yang Qing's resistance was even more embarrassing and had exposed flaws. Ao Shuangdeng suppressed his thoughts immediately, and the Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand rang out with a loud dragon roar, '

Roar...', hit Yang Qing's chest with all his strength! (To be continued...)

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