Martial Peak

In the next moment, the expression of Fuchi was shocking.

Because the scene in front of him is somewhat beyond his understanding, under the suppression of his dragon, the hybrid did not react much, just wrinkled his brow, the imagination was completely suppressed, and the scene of fear and stagnation was suppressed. It did not appear.

How can it be?

The opposite person is just a hybrid of impure blood, but he is an eighth-order brontosaurus. The gap in blood is a world apart. Why can he still be safe? What went wrong?

Unlike the fuss of Fuchi, Li Xin’s heart is full of excitement.

Blocked, really blocked! Although it is still a little uncomfortable, it has been suppressed a bit. After all, the third-order and eighth-order gaps are too big, but finally let him see the hope of revenge.

The blessing of the Dragon Temple is really well-deserved. As long as there is such a blessing in the body, the gap between him and the blood of the Fuchi will not be so obvious, he will have the qualification to fight with it.

And he only wants such a qualification.

If Yang Kai had intercepted a blessing technique from the Dragon Hall and blessed him, then Lu Sanniang’s **** vengeance could not be repaid for a lifetime.

All of this was brought by Yang Kai, and he was grateful to Yang Kai.

"Do you have a dragon temple blessing?" Fuchi finally wants to understand, blink of an eye: "How can you get the shelter of the Dragon Temple?"

After he left, the four elders communicated with the Dragon Temple and attracted the blessing technique. He naturally did not know. Just what he wants to understand is why this dragon is bound by the Dragon Temple? And... He seems to have a deep hatred with himself, or else he will not follow himself, and look at himself with that kind of hatred.

"What do you want to do?" Fu Chi's face was gloomy, and his heart sneered. This guy should not think that he was hurt and feel that he is bullying? I was really injured, but I am still an eighth-order brontosaurus.

Li Wei did not answer, just faintly said: "My name is Li Wei!"

During the speech, the golden light flashed on the hand and a long scorpion appeared.

Emperor, the golden lion.

This is the refining of the corpse of the 12th-order Wicked Emperor Golden Lion. The Emperor Golden Lion is also an ancient relic. It has long since disappeared. In the ancient times, it was called the wind and rain, and even with some holy spirits. It is also a coincidence that Li Wei can get the bones of the Emperor Golden Lion. Later, he found a master of refining and refining it. He accompanied him for nearly five hundred years and has been repaired with blood. It can be said that this long pole is The most powerful weapon.

Long squatting in the hand, the sturdy momentum is climbing, but the three interest rates have reached the peak.

In the face of an eighth-order Thunder Dragon, he did not dare to take it lightly. Even if the other side was injured, he did not feel that he could win the other side, so he came up with a desperate posture.

Fuchi was obviously aware of this, his brows were wrinkled and he was a little surprised. He didn't know what kind of hatred he had with him, but he did not hesitate to do so.

Suddenly, the wind is moving, people are flashing, and the cold is blooming.

Li Wei has already rushed to the front of Fuchi, and he smashed out like a dragon, turning into a shadow of the sky.

"Let's relax!" Fu Chi was furious, Yang Kai humiliated him, wishing the Qing to humiliate him, and now even a hybrid to humiliate him, the dragon's pride can be trampled on? When I was angry, a burst of bangs blew, and the sky thundered away. The thunder turned into lightning, and the rumbling rushed toward it. At the same time, a huge thunderball hit the golden lion.

Li Yan's body glowed with red light, and a pore was dilated, and the blood filled the blood, and the blood-red light was clearly the result of the blood.

He knows that this war must be quick and quick. Only with the courage of a wrath, can he have a chance to win and lose with Fuchi. The longer he is, the more hope he will have for revenge, so he will not hesitate to spur his own blood. I only hope that I can live and die with Volk in the three strokes and two styles.

The road was thundered and slammed down, slamming into the sturdy body, swaying the blood-red ray, and seemed to collapse at any time.

The thunder ball spit out from the mouth of the Fuchi, also hit the golden lion's cymbal, bang a loud bang, slammed out and flew out, sitting on the ground in the squat pool is also unstable, suddenly more than a dozen feet .

"Looking for death!" Fu Chi roared, all kinds of humiliation suffered today is like a volcano erupting at this moment, when looking at the front, the face can not help but change slightly.

Because the fierce blood that flew out was sprayed on his golden lion's crest, he made several complicated prints on his hand and reached out and pointed his finger at him.

"Roar!"

The beast stunned the sky, and the golden lion scorpion suddenly twisted and turned into a huge lion, and the king of the beastmaster was filled with it, turning into a golden awn to rush into the pool.

Feeling the horrible power of this attack, Fu Chi did not dare to neglect. When the dragon humming sounded, he had already appeared the dragon's true body, and he clawed forward and scratched it out. Jin Mang.

The male lion collapsed, the golden lion cub reappeared, and the glory was dim. Obviously it was badly damaged and the spirituality was lost. The most direct response was the spurt of blood, and the breath fell a lot.

"Dare to provoke the dragon, you will die tomorrow!" Fu Chilong squatted, the dragon head was high, like the **** of heaven, ruthlessly pronounced the end of the stern.

However, the next time he changed his face, suddenly gave birth to a very uneasy feeling. When he fixed his eyes, he saw only the blood of the squirting spurt, and actually shot a bead that was only the size of the longan.

The beads look unusual, but they come out like electricity.

Fuchi clearly felt the threat of making him uneasy from this bead.

"Dragon Ball, you actually cultivated the Dragon Ball!" Fu Chi exclaimed.

A hybrid dragon, who actually cultivated Dragon Ball, is simply incredible. Although the quality of the Dragon Ball is somewhat inferior, it is indeed a Dragon Ball.

Each dragon has its own dragon ball. The dragon ball is the root of the dragon family. It is precious and is equivalent to the inner Dan of the monster.

The monster can spit out its own inner attack when it is dying, and the dragon can naturally do it. But so far, there are not many dragons who have done such a thing, because there are not many threats to the life of the dragon, even if there is, It is easy and will not offend the dragons, and will not put the dragons to death.

The spit out of the Dragon Ball requires great courage, because the power of the Dragon Ball is huge, but once it is spit out, it loses the physical protection and is easily damaged. If the Dragon Ball is damaged, the root of the Dragon will be destroyed. The strength fell, but it was lost.

When it is not a last resort, the monster will not spit out the inner Dan, and the dragon will not spit out the dragon ball. It is something that will only be done when it is desperate.

But at this moment, there is a hybrid dragon who spits out his own dragon ball in front of Fuchi, posing a posture that is unsuccessful.

What's wrong with this guy, what are your hatreds with yourself? Actually, when he said nothing, he spit out the Dragon Ball attack. Compared with this guy, he can actually cultivate Dragon Ball. What is more shocking to Fu Chi is his decision.

Until now, he has not figured out why Li Wei is so fierce.

From beginning to end, he just reported his name, and there was no other nonsense, and then he would fight in three strokes.

This is a catch-up attack on the three-axle axe.

This is already the strongest attack of Li Wei. It is a long-time attack by a veteran emperor's three-layer mirror. It is a eight-stage brontosaurus that is not afraid to be taken lightly.

His look suddenly became solemn, and when the sound of the dragon sounded, a bit of dragon spurted forward and turned into a seemingly impregnable defense.

The fierce Dragon Ball slammed into it.

The huge body of Fuchi suddenly slammed, but Li was a **** mad spray, dyed the clothes on the chest, and the light on the dragon beads flashed, but after he tried to maintain it, the flashing light was very fast. Stabilize.

Oh...

There seems to be something shattering.

The look of Fu Chi changed again. In the end, he was still determined to make a desperate attempt. He thought that if he was frustrated, he would retreat, but he did not want this interception to inspire even more fierce fierceness.

The hybrid does not ask for its own Dragon Ball, just desperately urging the power of the Dragon Ball, this is simply mad!

The defense under the Fuchibu was instantly broken, and the Dragon Ball blinked to the front.

Just as the Fuchi hesitated to spit out his Dragon Ball interception, the opportunity was fleeting.

The little dragon ball is like the sharpest weapon in the world. It breaks the dragon scale of the Fuchi Lake, and a hole is blasted in his chest. It runs through from behind and brings the rain-like dragon blood.

The volts of the volt pool screamed, and the dragon's torso twisted, smashing the dust on the island's rocky mountains and dust.

The wound brought by this blow is not big compared to his body shape, but it has actually hit him hard. The internal organs have been displaced, and the dragons in the body have become somewhat disordered and uncontrolled.

Under the anger, the dragon tail smashed out, the dragon ball behind the center.

Oh...

The dragon beads cracked open, and the light was dim.

"Wow……"

Li Yan opened his mouth and blood, his face suddenly pale like paper, his body was crumbling, and he fell to the ground all at once, sucking his breath, but he did not breathe out any breath, and seemed to die at any time.

He tried his best to look up and saw the scene of Fuchi recovering from the dragon body.

Just a desperate blow was not ineffective. Although I was not good, but Fu Chi was also not hurt. At this moment, Fu Chi was also pale, with his hand on his chest, his face stunned.

There was a **** blur on the chest.

If it is a real frontal fight, he believes that this hybrid is even a blessing of the Dragon Temple, and it is not likely to be his opponent.

But the hybrids and courage of this hybrid are completely different from ordinary people. Fuchi is also being beaten by one. If not, how could it be so seriously injured?

This is simply a shame!

He stared coldly at Li, and said in a word: "You are dead!"

Li Qian hardly raised his hand, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and looked calmly at the pool.

Failed! Even if he is fighting for his life, he really can't kill a dragon. It is his limit to achieve this level. He only sighs that the sky is unfair, he is born with everything, why is it divided into three or six? Why do the dragons have to stand above all spirits?