The resentment on those seven spirit swords was overwhelming, and before they could reach the front of the divine dragon, they had already tore apart the air in mid-air, making a piercing "snort" sound!

- Their target is the wound on the dragon's severed dragon claw!

The hideous grimaces that appeared on the blade of the sword, with the facial features that had not yet fully grown, actually showed a deeper ferocity under the reflection of the dark golden scales combined with the glimmer of the morning light. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

However, despite the dragon's natural pity for the lives of mortals, and also for those souls that have suffered misfortune, the baby on this sword blade can obviously no longer be called a "human", its huge body is swimming in mid-air, and it is not afraid of such things at all.

However, Changchun Daoist was secretly proud.

He only looked at the body of the divine dragon, and felt that this was a sign of escape, so he became more and more rampant, and Qi Lingzi was beside him, and he continued to supply him with spiritual power.

Without the support of a steady stream of spiritual energy, even though they had hundreds of years of cultivation results, there was still no possibility of confronting this divine dragon.

And now that the two of them are working together to deal with this divine dragon that is only half of its strength and seriously injured, how can they know that there is no possibility for them to take the position?

Changchun Daoist was full of confidence, and his hands were constantly moving, driving the spirit sword back and forth. After all, the Shenlong's body is almost all dark golden armor, and if you don't look at the wound before acting, I'm afraid you won't be able to break through that layer of defense.

He looked at Qi Lingzi together, and the latter immediately took another deep breath and injected the spiritual power into it again!

At the same time, the seven spirit swords rotated back and forth with the movements of the Changchun Dao people's hands, and then, when they saw a direction, they immediately accelerated forward, like lightning!

As the glittering blade approached the wound on the dragon's claws, the dragon god flipped abruptly, spitting out a fiery flame from his mouth. This time, the flame did not reveal the meaning of soft-heartedness, from the inside to the outside, it was a rich pure white!

With such a dangerous flame, even if it was still some distance away, the ghost baby on the spirit sword immediately screamed, and the seven sword blades that had been gathered together immediately scattered and fled, panicked and anxious.

However, the dragon god had been out for a long time, and his heart was already full of rage, and the seven spirit swords fled in all directions, and before they could run far, they were immediately intercepted by the invisible barrier in the air!

The sharp blade directly hit the invisible barrier in mid-air, and I don't know how the barrier was condensed, and then there was a tooth-aching "click" sound, and the eerie ghost boy revealed at the hilt of the sword immediately showed the appearance of bleeding from the seven orifices, and even the body shape became thinner and thinner, obviously unable to maintain it.

The Changchun Daoist in the distance first had a red face, then turned pale after a while, and then, with a "poof", a large area of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth.

The blood was mixed with a few dark red fragments, which could clearly be seen to be damage to the organs.

He staggered a step and sat directly on the ground, muttering in a trance: "What a strong ......"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qi Lingzi immediately stepped forward and half-supported the Changchun Daoist, and asked anxiously, "How can you be injured?

He stretched out his palm against the back of the Changchun Daoist's heart, and shared the remaining spiritual power: "You hurry up and run the exercises, absorb this first-!!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a palm as smooth as jade inserted into his left chest like cutting tofu!

Looking down again, I saw that the corners of Changchun Daoren's lips were slightly hooked, although there were still traces of blood left on the side of his mouth, but that look was exactly the high-sounding smile that he had been like a righteous gentleman for many years.

"-- You and I have known each other for many years, and now we see that great things are expected, and at this juncture, you don't want me to fall short! Now that my body is damaged, my spiritual strength is weak, and my brother has been a brother for hundreds of years, it should be the last thing you have done for me. ”

"On the merit monument of other days, your name is definitely in the first place!"

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"What are you going to do?"

He Qing saw Long Weiyi stretch his palm straight into the spiritual power vortex, although there was no expected pain, but until this time, she didn't figure out what that spiritual power vortex was going to be used for.

"Ah Qing, I have done countless wrong things in this life, I have committed countless sins, and I have countless lives on my hands, but I am fortunate to have been forgiven by the dragon god and lived for so many years, but now, with the tempering of many years of reincarnation, my soul is becoming stronger and stronger, but between heaven and earth, there is still no fate that belongs to me. ”

"I don't feel any of my body. Without a body, I have no spiritual power, and it is difficult for me to walk the world for the dragon god. ”

Her palms slowly swirled into the swirl, first her wrists, then up to her elbows, and then to her arms. Until the whole body of the person, disappear into which whirlpool.

Through her eyes, He Qing looked at the surrounding pieces of aura that had been compressed to the extreme, and the strange dark black made him feel an ominous aura more and more.

However, he was isolated by Long Weiyi in the sea of knowledge, and even if he was anxious at the moment, he still couldn't do anything.

That whirlpool is now huge.

So big that Long Weiyi is standing in the center and spreading his arms, there is still enough space.

Long Weiyi felt He Qing, who was constantly calling anxiously in the sea of knowledge, and smiled and soothed: "Ah Qing, everything that happened today is the result of my careful consideration. Hundreds of years of reincarnation have passed, and my memories are so heavy that they are overwhelming. Now that I understand the meaning of the dragon, I am satisfied. ”

"Nothing is more important than being forgiven. ”

She opened her arms freely in the aura compressed into an almost violent aura around her, looking comfortable and content.

"I'm really tired. ”

"Now that I'm here, I can finally let go of everything and pursue eternal rest. ”

In the sea of knowledge, He Qing suddenly rushed forward, but was blocked by her consciousness barrier, like a trapped beast in a cage, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break through such a solid door.

"Long Weiyi! Long Weiyi-"

"Don't, I lied to you, the dragon god has never forgiven you, don't ......"

"Let me out! Listen to me......"

She had never been so desperate for this moment.

Long Weiyi has been possessed by her for many years, although it was not revealed until this year, but the help and teaching she gave to He Qing was like a teacher and a friend to He Qing, who had nothing to rely on all the year round.

- No matter what she does, there are people who accompany her silently and watch her all the time. If she doesn't do well, someone will correct her...... This kind of sense of security has never been given by He Qing's former parents and relatives!

"Dragon Guard ......" (To be continued.) )