"However, even if there is the blood of the dragon twenty-seven as a sacrifice, the dragon god is high and powerful, how can he be injured because of this?"

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"Ah Qing, you underestimate the Dragon God Guard too much. ”

Long Weiyi explained with a serious and heart-wrenching expression: "As the messengers of the Divine Dragon walking in the world, they have a history of thousands of years. Since she was able to summon the dragon veins with her own strength and then trap them, it proved that her strength was already very powerful among the dragon god guards of the past generations...... This is not something that ordinary people can do. ”

"The dragon god guards are full of dragon breath all over their bodies, and every inch of flesh and bones is full of great power. Especially in blood, the strength of spiritual power is the most important. ”

As soon as Long Wei thought of the past, there was a gloom in her eyes that could not be dispersed, her voice was gloomy, and the whirlpool in her palm seemed to have become violent, being pulled left and right by unknown forces, swaying.

The black-gray vortex in the palm of the palm has become bigger and bigger, from the size of a ping-pong ball at the beginning, to the size of a slap later, and then to the size of a basketball now...... was supported by He Qing's own fine white and soft palm, and the color became more and more depressed.

"If Long Twenty-seven hadn't been stupid for a moment and was blinded by the Changchun Dao people, her strength would not be just like that. ”

It's a pity that the ignorant love is really blind, she used to fight with people in the village at the foot of the mountain, and then ran up the Kunlun Mountains non-stop. In the end, he was even more bewitched by a few words, and he did not hesitate to spend his whole body spiritual power to attract the dragon vein. ”

Without her help, how could those fools be able to restrain them with just a few Seven Star Swords?!

"All of this is caused by herself, and she naturally has to bear the consequences. Therefore, after noticing what she had done, the spiritual power of heaven and earth immediately understood her betrayal, and refused to give her a steady stream of spiritual power and strength as before. ”

"She has already spent all her energy, and now she has not replenished it, and her body is just a little better than the average person. The qi and blood in the body are churning endlessly, it is the breath of the most domineering dragons, they sense the cannibalistic movements of the dragon twenty-seven, and they are trying to rush out!"

The more Long Wei spoke, the more angry she became, when she mentioned Long Twenty-seven, her tone was full of disgust and remorse, without the slightest sense of distress, He Qing didn't dare to doubt that if Long Twenty-seven stood in front of her at this time, she really wanted to eat his flesh raw!

- Sinners through the ages, it is not a pity to die!

In this case, she still dared to save face to the Changchun Daoist, and said that she could help him without shame...... Heh, stupid!"

Her disgust and resistance were too obvious, He Qing hesitated for a while, and finally whispered: "She did something wrong, but...... But since it's been so miserable, and you haven't survived in the end, even if you have grievances, Long Weiyi, why did you react so much......"

Like enemies of life and death.

However, she also understood why the Changchun Daoist could make Long Twenty-seven have no power to resist with just one sword.

The old wounds have not healed, the spiritual power of the whole body is rampant, and the heaven and earth are no longer willing to give the power to feed, she can't repair her own wounds, and the strength can't be used at all.

At this time, the person she was secretly in love with her heart and mind gave her a knife with a natal spiritual weapon with strong spiritual power, and she was able to hold on to it without dying, which was already extremely persevering.

…………………………

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

Isn't the situation of Long Twenty-seven at this moment a profound interpretation of the meaning of this sentence?

She was now lying on all fours on the ground, and along with her chest, she was firmly nailed to the ground by the spirit sword.

The rock formations on Kunlun Mountain that have been frozen for thousands of years are really cold!

Long Twenty-seven lay on her stomach, only to feel that her whole body was already frozen and unconscious, but on her back, Qi Lingzi's palm was firmly attached there.

When she felt that she was about to lose it, a faint aura seeped from her back to her whole body, bringing a short, warm feeling to her whole body.

From the injury to the present, the low temperature environment, the occasional hard snow block that falls across the sky, and the continuous loss of gubbling blood...... All of this made Long Twenty-Seven feel exhausted, and he couldn't use his brain anymore and think more.

Qi Lingzi stretched out his palm to hang Long Twenty-seven's life, and at the same time looked at the lines covered in scarlet blood under her with a fanatical expression, and the light in his eyes contrasted with the gray face of Long Twenty-seven, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead at the moment, forming an inexplicable contrast.

"Ahem......"

The ground was so cold that Long Twenty-seven couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood foam again, because the whole body shook, so the place where the wound was involved up and down the whole body was again, and there was a burst of uncontrollable shaking, a vicious circle, more and more painful.

She muttered in a low voice, "I want to sacrifice my blood to hurt the dragon...... Hehe......"

Although there is Qi Lingzi's spiritual power hanging for her life, this strange array is too big and too big, and her thirst for blood is also endless, and she has persisted until now, she is holding on to it in one breath, in fact, it is already exhausted.

For those who are about to die, Qi Lingzi really doesn't bother to pay attention. He just said unfairly: "If you didn't want your blood, you coward who won't even reveal your real name would not have died at my hands so easily." ”

Long Twenty-Seven did not speak.

The world is so far away, time is so hurried, her life is too short. Now when he is dying, thinking back to the past, he was actually the happiest when he was by Shenlong's side when he was young.

It was a treasure that she had cherished all her life, and it would be impossible to hurt it with something given by the divine dragon!

She suddenly laughed in a low voice, the laughter grew louder and louder, and the wounds on her body were once again enlarged by the sharp blade, but she didn't realize it, but struggled with an inexplicable force.

The amplitude of her movements was too great, and the five sharp blades on her body were driven, and her already broken body was torn apart again, and the remaining blood immediately oozing out quickly and rapidly with her movements.

Seeing this, Qi Lingzi grabbed her hair and scolded viciously: "Slut!"

But it's still a step too late.

The range of Long Twenty-seven's movements just now was too large, and it was only a few breaths, and the little blood left in her body was soon gone.

At this moment, Long Twenty-seven's expression was relaxed and satisfied, her eyes stared at the unformed formation on the ground in a trance, and finally closed her eyes with satisfaction.

However, when he was dying, he heard a familiar voice coming-

"Do you think we're really just going to have to rely on that little blood? Don't forget, there are two hundred and seventy people here!" )