The Ultimate Student in the City

Another day passed, and Yunpeng had already appeared above a certain area of ​​the Zhen tribe.

The people on Yunpeng's back were still facing each other in the same posture.

The Zhen tribe is surrounded by mountains and criss-crossed by bad waters. Compared with other tribes, especially the Zhong tribe, this place can be regarded as a backcountry corridor.

The cities here are either built against the mountains, or they are built against the water. The architectural structure is extremely simple and rough, full of primitive feeling everywhere.

And in the depths of the Zhen tribe, there is the mysterious Gu Territory.

"The mountains stretching for thousands of miles below are very suitable for escape." The Crouching Dragon Messenger said gloomily.

This was the first voice that sounded from Yunpeng's back in the past two days. The voice was very cold and had a bloody smell, but it also broke the unacceptable strange silence.

The Crouching Dragon Messenger had endured to the extreme, he didn't want this damned snake man to live even one breath longer.

"Then here it is." Li Zedao took a deep breath and said.

"I don't think you made such a great effort because you want to see the snake people completely wiped out." The Crouching Dragon Messenger reminded him very seriously.

"Naturally... people will return it to you!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Zedao suddenly regarded Princess Long in his hand as a hidden weapon, and ruthlessly threw it at the Crouching Dragon Envoy standing in front of him.

Seeing Princess Long flying towards him, the Crouching Dragon envoy was in a panic.

He thought to himself how noble Princess Long is? How could such a filthy old man like him touch her icy clean body? But if it wasn't for not catching it, what if he got hurt or even rolled off Yunpeng's body, would it be okay?

While the crouching dragon envoy was distracted, Li Zedao had already gotten rid of his aura, and jumped down like a roc bird.

"Want to go?"

Li Ze said quickly, and the messenger of Fengchu was even faster, her pupils widened and she shouted angrily.

In an instant, a big hand shining with blue light appeared, like the Tathagata palm that absolutely suppressed Monkey Sun, and pressed directly on Li Zedao's back.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound.

Li Zedao spit out a mouthful of blood, but fell crazily downward at a faster speed, like a meteorite hitting the ground hard.

"Emissary Fengchu, take care of Princess Long." The Messenger of Crouching Dragon stopped the Envoy Fengchu who was about to jump down, and then jumped down, chasing after Li Zedao like an ugly old bird.

As for Princess Long, she fainted on the back of the roc.

The crouching dragon envoy did not dare to catch this incomparably noble dragon vein after all.

Fortunately, the madman was probably also worried that Shenlong City would vent all his anger on the snake people, and he just wanted to disturb his mind, so he acted appropriately

In short, when he judged that even if he didn't make a move, Princess Long would not fall, the Crouching Dragon Messenger simply didn't make a move.

The Wolong envoy comforted himself by saying that Yunpeng's feathers are quite soft anyway, and Princess Long should not be injured if she falls like this.

Even if she was injured... Anyway, she had already been injured.

After a few sticks of incense.

"Boom!" There was a deafening muffled sound, and there was a big hole in the ground, and cracks appeared around the big hole. One can imagine how terrifying the force of the impact was.

After a few breaths, the Crouching Dragon Messenger appeared in front of the big pit, looked into the pit, but frowned.

But there was no one in the pit except for a pool of blood!

He is still alive, which is not too difficult for people to accept. He can easily kill the dragon guard, so he is of a certain level, so he will not die so easily.

But being able to escape from his sight in such a short period of time made the Crouching Dragon Messenger never expect anything.

You know, he was hit by the phoenix messenger! Although the envoy of Fengchu was a bit late in his attack after all, and that palm was greatly reduced, but it is not something that just anyone can bear.

Under the premise of being hit by the phoenix envoy, he still has the ability to escape from his sight...

"It seems to be careless."

The Crouching Dragon Messenger's complexion suddenly became extremely gloomy, and he knew that he still underestimated the strength of this snake man after all, which made his already extremely bad mood a little worse again.

Suddenly aware of a slight movement in the dense forest in front of him, the Crouching Dragon Messenger quickly chased after him.

What the Crouching Dragon Messenger didn't expect was that this pursuit was surprisingly smooth.

In just one stick of incense time, he saw the figure that made him want to peel his skin, drink his blood, and eat his flesh in the past two days.

That damned snake man was leaning against a big tree with his back weak at this moment.

He was still holding a sword in his hand, but the sword was hanging powerlessly on the stinky dead branches and leaves on the ground, completely losing the sharp and murderous aura it used to have.

This sword is familiar to the Crouching Dragon Envoy, it is the Dragon Chanting Sword held by the dead dragon guard, and it can enter the ninth rank.

Everyone who guards the dragon has a dragon chant sword in their hands.

The black cloth wrapped around the snake man's face has been torn off, revealing the pale and bloodless face.

His mouth was slightly open, and blood overflowed uncontrollably.

Because he was about to die, his eyes could hardly be opened, but he tried very hard to open them, as if he wanted to express his nostalgia for this world, and he seemed to be begging pitifully, don't kill him. he.

This kind of look fell into the eyes of the Crouching Dragon Messenger, which not only made him disdain, but also comforted his incomparably wicked heart.

The disdain is because it is really stupid to do such things and still want to live.

The consolation is that in many cases, living is more frightening and hopeless than death.

So this arrogant person didn't want to die, and he didn't have the courage to commit suicide, which made the Crouching Dragon Envoy a little excited.

He knew even more that Princess Long probably hoped that he was still alive.

The Envoy of Panlong finally decided to let him live, and let him live a life that would be worse than death.

So he came to this madman who was on the verge of death, looked indifferently at the ashen face for a moment, and then took out a pill.

"This elixir can save your life, don't spit it out if you want to survive." The crouching dragon envoy said grimly.

The snake man's eyeballs widened suddenly, revealing an endless desire for life.

The sarcasm on the face of the Crouching Dragon Messenger was even worse. With a flick of his finger, the elixir entered the snake man's mouth lightly, and then he raised his hand, intending to smash the madman's dantian and completely reduce him to nothing. Useless.

But at this moment, the snake man, who should have been lucky to have recovered his life, cracked his mouth and smiled.

The smile is quite weird, quite inexplicable, but also quite complacent, quite unbearable! The Crouching Dragon Messenger's hand that was about to press down froze with laughter, and his heartbeat even accelerated for no reason.

"What are you laughing at?" Crouching Dragon Messenger asked with a frown.

The snake man didn't respond, but the hand that was hanging there powerlessly suddenly clenched the sword in his hand that had already lost its sharpness.

The Crouching Dragon Messenger's attention was on the snake man's face and surroundings, so he didn't see the snake man's movement of clenching his sword.

He also didn't realize that the sword that made him feel extremely humiliated suddenly turned cold.

But he sensed danger.

But he saw a sword net flashing blood red and cold light appearing above his head, covering it crazily.

The Crouching Dragon Messenger's pupils shrank violently, his scalp became numb, and a shocked expression appeared on his face, which immediately turned ferocious and fierce.

He also understood why the snake man was laughing.

Because, a terrifying strong man came to save his life!

The crouching dragon envoy could no longer care about the snake man on the ground. He raised his head suddenly, let out a low growl, and clenched his right hand into a fist. There was a blue air flow sweeping and flowing on his arm. The blue air flow was still lifelike, like a dragon wrapped around Like there.

This is the Dragon Fist, the strongest fist of Panlong in the past. This is a spiritual skill that surpasses the existence of high-rank heaven ranks. Even against Nu Wa in the Mortal Realm and Chi Long in the God Realm, this Dragon Fist is not at a disadvantage at all.

Any elite who has made great contributions to the Dragon Palace can be qualified to practice Dragon Fist, which is also regarded as an extremely honorable thing.

The Dragon Fist of the Crouching Dragon Messenger is naturally not as good as Panlong's Dragon Fist, even if he flatters him, but it still releases extremely terrifying power.

But I saw a blue giant dragon rushing fiercely towards the enveloping sword net with a destructive and unmatched posture, just like the net of heaven and earth laid by the fearless beasts and hunters, intending to break through head-on generally.

In an instant, the giant dragon collided with the sword net.

"Boom!" There was a terrible muffled sound.

The sword net was shattered directly by the blue giant dragon, and disappeared into the invisible, but the blue giant dragon was also twisted into pieces, leaving nothing behind.

The Crouching Dragon Messenger was a little embarrassed.

Although the Dragon Fist shattered the terrifying sword net, the residual power of the sword net still made him suffer a bit.

The purple robe on his body, which represented the noble status of the envoy of the dragon, was cut into countless gaps by the sharp blade, and a little bit of blood seeped out.

His face turned red all of a sudden due to anger, and he couldn't hold it anymore, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He couldn't accept it at all. Why would a strong man who can make such a bloody and fierce sword play such a shameless trick as a sneak attack?

If it wasn't for the other party's shameless sneak attack, he wouldn't be in such a mess at all.

But at the moment when the crouching dragon envoy spit out blood, another sword net appeared above his head, a sword net that was a few points more bloody and terrifying than the previous one.

In other words, in order to achieve the purpose of a sneak attack, the newcomer weakened the power of the sword net.

But now, it is the most terrifying sword net that he can create!

The appearance of such a more terrifying sword net undoubtedly made the Crouching Dragon Messenger tremble, his mind roared violently, his face suddenly became extremely pale, and he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The strength of the comer is much stronger than him.

What filled him with a sense of shame was that he was beaten until he vomited blood, but he still didn't know where the terrible enemy was. in front of him? later? left or right? Or is it above? Could it be hiding underground?