I saw that Li Zheng was still wearing a short-sleeved single shirt in such a cold weather, revealing thick muscles, knotted arms and big iron fists, which made people feel a deep sense of oppression at first sight.

"Eradicating the demonic blood bat and maintaining the peace of the martial arts is the unshirkable responsibility of our generation of martial arts students. Li Zheng's words were loud.

"I heard that the Bat Order suddenly appeared in the Fist Emperor Sect, and many disciples of the Fist Emperor Sect died, I wonder if it's true?" asked Ding Baiyun, the "jade-faced scholar" of the Emei faction.

This is indeed a lot of news, once caused a sensation in the entire southern martial arts, but under the strong suppression of the suzerain's "hegemonic boxing king" Huangfu Tongtian, this matter did not spread more widely, Huangfu Tongtian has always regarded this matter as a great shame, and he also wanted to find out the secret about the blood bat, so as soon as he received Xue Baiyi's invitation, he immediately sent Li Zheng to the appointment.

"Hmph! That blood bat will only sneak attack in the dark, if you face me Li Zheng face to face, I guarantee that it will be smashed with one punch!" Li Zheng glanced at Ding Baiyun and said: "I hope that Brother Baiyun will not mention this matter in the future, after all, the four swords of Emei have also been poisoned by the blood bat." ”

This Emei faction is known as a scholar, two Lingjun, three Xiushi, and four musketeers, in the ranking of the Emei faction, the second Lingjun is in the first place, followed by the three Xiushi and the jade-faced scholar Ding Baiyun, and the cultivation of the four musketeers is still under Ding Baiyun.

A few days ago, Emei Sijian and the "five-tone swordsman" Nangong Xuan and others mysteriously disappeared outside the Rare Bird Garden, and were confirmed to have been ambushed by blood bats, so after Ding Baiyun heard the news, he rushed to avenge a few senior brothers, but in his heart he came for the first beauty in the world.

Ding Baiyun listened to Li Zheng's embarrassed smile, and turned to greet the others, after all, the Fist Emperor Sect died all low-level disciples, and the Emei Sect died with top masters!

The wild wolf didn't have a good impression of these people, especially when he saw the oppressive awe-inspiring gaze of the Iron Jade Buddha looking at him, he was even more worried in his heart, and secretly thought that Fu Ximen Peerless and Wudang Qizi must have said bad things about themselves behind their backs, these despicable villains!

The wild wolf was anxious and uneasy, so he wanted to kill back to Loulan as soon as possible and regain a foothold there, what kind of martial arts conference, he didn't want to participate at all.

But Xue Baiyi always delayed the dispatch date on the grounds that the holy decree had not yet been issued and the army was preparing, so the wild wolf decided to destroy the thousand-year-old ink dragon first.

The waning moon is high, the wind and sand are mighty, and the heaven and earth are full of solemn and gloomy atmosphere, and tonight is destined to be uncalm.

There are many spiritual things in the heavens and the earth, they are either hidden in the depths of the lake and sea or occupy the secluded forest cave, concentrate on cultivation and have no quarrel with the world, this thousand-year-old ink dragon is the only surviving spiritual creature in the dragon clan, entrenched in the depths of the cold pool neither to harm human beings, nor to allow human beings to desecrate it.

Mo Long felt a deep uneasiness tonight, it had a strong bad omen, and wanted to rush out of the cold pool to hide elsewhere to avoid the disaster star, but at this time, the wild wolf had already used the wind escape technique to come to the outside of the cold pool.

Whether to use the dragon sealing talisman or the dragon descending talisman, the wild wolf also had a brief hesitation, but he finally chose the dragon descending talisman, after all, the dragon sealing talisman can only seal the ink dragon in the cold pool, and he is not happy at all to see its painful appearance, and if someone breaks the seal in the future, the ink dragon is still unscathed.

The Bagua Dragon Descending Talisman is high in the air, the yellow Immortal Talisman keeps rotating and getting bigger, and the golden runes on the Immortal Talisman are looming and the brilliance is constantly circulating, as if a brilliant red sun is sprinkled with a dazzling brilliance in the night sky, and every line of golden light is like a sharp sword mixed with the sound of thunder and cracking the sky into the cold pool.

The ice water of the cold pool boiled rapidly, and the thousand-year-old ink dragon was not resistant to golden light, even at the bottom of the extremely deep water, it could still feel the scorching heat, so it turned around and rushed out from the bottom of the pool.

The waves splashed high, the pool water gushed out wildly, and the big waves slapped on the wild wolf and almost slapped him away, but the wild wolf moved his body and desperately pinched the talisman, and the ten thousand golden rays instantly turned into countless golden threads to bind the head and tail of the ink dragon, as if the dense rope of the immortal was getting tighter and tighter.

The ink dragon roared and struggled, it turned into a phantom for a while and shrunk its body, and for a while it opened its teeth and claws and spit out flames to incinerate the yellow rune, but no matter how it struggled, it was useless, the yellow dragon descending talisman seemed to trap him in the net of heaven and earth, it was like a fish in the net, the dragon scales were scraped away, the horns were cut off, and thousands of sword lights kept slashing on the dragon's body, the ink dragon was in pain, he had never seen such a powerful rune array.

The wild wolf looked at Mo Long's desperate struggle and moaning in pain, and laughed proudly.

The old man will now take out your dragon tendon to use it as a belt, strip your dragon skin for armor, and swallow your soul crystal spirit, haha! Maybe the old man will be able to break through to the realm of gods, haha......" The wild wolf laughed wildly, he felt that he was infinitely close to the altar, as long as he was given enough time to refine the spirit of the dragon dragon, no one in the world martial arts would be his opponent.

However, the wolf rejoiced too soon.

I saw that those golden light shackles bound to the ink dragon were crumbling inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, disappearing into invisibility, the power of his spell was rapidly weakening, and the power of the ink dragon's body was rapidly becoming stronger!

Between the two and the other, the mighty dragon power swept and surged, overwhelming all directions, oppressing the bones of the wolf's whole body were twisted and deformed, and the pain was unbearable.

His eyes widened in horror, and he didn't understand why his Dragon Descending Talisman suddenly failed, and he hurriedly sacrificed a second Talisman Seal Dragon Talisman.

It's a pity that before his second rune can exert its power, the ink dragon has already reached out and tore the rune seal to pieces!

"Ahh

"Old wolf, today there are nobles to help you, and it won't help you to use your housekeeping skills, so let's die obediently!" Mo Long condescended and looked at the wild wolf with a coercive gaze.

"What...... Where are the nobles to help?" The wolf looked around in fear.

He finally understood why his sigil suddenly failed??

The figures of two teenagers condensed in the void, the eldest of the two teenagers was handsome and tough, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in green clothes, with the style of a king, and like a god's mansion, the wild wolf had never seen a young man with such an outstanding temperament.

As for the other handsome and peerless young wolf, he couldn't be more familiar, it was Murong Xiu who foiled him and made him hate!