"Haha!" The Dragon King raised his head and laughed, the laughter shook the entire Yelang City, and then his sharp dragon eyes glared around Yelang City and said coldly, "I want to slaughter the entire Yelang City and wash away the shame for my son!"

The coaxing voice echoed in Yelang City, like a Shura from hell, the dragon king looked at the eighth prince beside him with a doting smile, and the 100,000 sailors behind him were presumptuous, and in an instant the ghosts of Yelang City cried wolf howl, and it was miserable as hell. The inky sky tumbled up, cracking an extremely large opening, and a stream of black water slanted down, falling into Yelang City and instantly submerging it. An army of 100,000 sailors descended with the black water, slaughtering the people struggling in the water.

Seeing those innocent people dying one by one, Yiyun clenched his fists and shouted angrily and rushed forward to tear the dragon king to pieces. And those people cast their hopeful eyes towards the moonlit night. Yueye grabbed Yiyun and said, "Let me come." "He is the god of war in the eyes of the people, this is his karma, not to mention that today's situation is indirectly caused by him.

The moonlit night reappeared and lifted the silver spear, with a serious look between his eyebrows. At this moment, Bai Ma seemed to see the previous moonlit night brother again, and his heart ached inexplicably.

"Guy who can't help himself!" The dragon king snorted coldly, looking at the moonlit night like an ant, facing the moonlit night's proud marksmanship, just a flick of the golden internal force of his sleeve drew a dazzling arc and knocked him to the ground.

Moonlit night stood up, attacked again, was knocked down again, attacked again, was knocked to the ground, and finally he couldn't stand up anymore. A blinding red sprinkled on the ground, and the moonlit night fell to the ground, but there was a smile on his face, he was worth dying for his people. Finally he looked at the white horse, apologized, and departed forever.

The rain fell on the ground. There is no intention of stopping. The rain washed the blood of the moonlit night and flowed low, and in the distance floated the bloated corpses of the people, and the world turned black.

"I'm going to win you this time!" the eighth prince beside the Dragon King stepped forward and pointed to Yiyun Dao.

Nima, why me. Yiyun pointed to the tip of his nose, looking like he was lying down and getting shot. I saw that the arrogant eighth prince held his head high and looked at Yiyun with disdain, why can a man be arrogant like this, Yiyun thought so, and couldn't imagine that this was the cyan dragon that was killed before.

"So. Do you want to duel?" Yiyun helplessly spread his hands and walked to the middle of the square, at this time, the moonlit night square had been half flooded, like a vast ocean. Yiyun jumped and flew to the hanging stone floating above the square, and opened his mouth quietly.

Of course, he will defeat him and trample him under his feet. The Eighth Prince of Qinglong gritted his teeth and thought, and flew to a hanging stone opposite Yiyun.

"Let's start!" the eighth prince clenched his fists, and the green tendons on them bulged. On the day of his resurrection, his cultivation skills increased greatly day and night, and he was waiting for this moment today. Thinking. The eighth prince had already waved out a water dragon, which was condensed from water, and the water flowed with crystal clear light. The water dragon seems to be as flexible as water, but its speed and attack are extremely fast.

"Roar!" a wave of dragon roars shook the mountains and forests. Yoshiyun stood stubbornly, the water dragon blowing his short flaxen hair. Seeing that the water dragon was about to penetrate his body, Yiyun pulled out the peachwood sword with the momentum of stealing the bell, and a white internal force lingered around the sword body to resist the oncoming water dragon. As soon as the water dragon touched the peachwood sword. There was a loud "bang!" and the righteous cloud shook violently. Yiyun staggered back a few steps and stood still to take a look. I couldn't help but gasp.

I saw that the water dragon was not only unharmed, but also split into two and became two, what kind of rhythm is this? The two water dragons were staggered and hovered between the thunder of heaven and earth, and soon they struck at Yiyun from left to right.

Just now a water dragon made himself a little powerless, how can these two be broken now? Yiyun's brain spun rapidly, staring at the two dragons on the left and the right, and the peachwood sword in his hand became tighter and tighter. "Drink!" Yiyun shouted violently, jumped into the air, and slashed at the dragon on his left. A white light stabbed the dragon's body, and the blade touched the water dragon and sank deeper, and some water droplets burst out and hit Yiyun. Yiyun hurriedly dodged and fell back onto the hanging stone, and the water droplets fell into the water.

The eighth prince on the other side was extremely leisurely, standing with his chest around as if watching a play. The corners of his mouth raised a smug smile, this water dragon is strong when it is strong, if it is broken, it will be more and more! It is extremely difficult, and when Yiyun solves it, I am afraid that he will already be exhausted, and when the time comes, he will defeat him with one blow!

As soon as Yiyun's footsteps were steady, another water dragon roared and rushed over. Yiyun didn't react, and was bitten by his arm, and the whole arm suddenly became a blur of flesh and blood. "Damn!" Yiyun snorted, frowned painfully, and raised his right hand to stab at the water dragon's heart.

"Roar!" the water dragon roared and shook Yiyun directly into the water, and at the same time the water dragon disappeared.

The water rippled, then calmed down, and the atmosphere became deadly. Just when everyone thought that Yiyun would definitely die, Yiyun's figure rushed out of the water with a "bang" of water droplets, and he held a sword and looked coldly at the eighth prince on the hanging stone opposite, and that look wanted to tear him apart!

It's just that Yiyun's footsteps paused, and his ears moved to hear the whispering of the water dragon. He looked at the surface of the water vigilantly, and sure enough, it wasn't long before five or six water dragons burst out of the water and set off a huge wave. Four or five water dragons were splashing around their bodies, circling at a very fast speed, and suddenly, the heavens and the earth were a little darker.

"Damn, this thing is endless!" Yiyun cursed in a low voice, pulling out a talisman from his waist. Yoshiyun lit the talisman and threw it on the water, clasping his hands together and chanting the incantation.

"Huh!" The peachwood sword beside Yiyun stood up like a spiritual power, flashing with white light. The peachwood sword talisman instantly turned into millions of alignments aimed at the water dragon, and Yiyun waved his peachwood sword as if he had been instructed, and stabbed towards the water dragon with a sharp voice. Ten thousand swords pierced the heart, and the water dragon was suddenly wiped out, and Yiyun let out a long breath, already exhausted.

A burst of slow applause rang out one after another, and Yiyun raised his head and looked at Yiyun with the playful eyes of the eighth prince opposite: "Sure enough, there are two hits, and they actually broke my formation." ”

A fierce wind blew, Yiyun's pupils narrowed, and the figure of the eighth prince flying over holding a steel fork grew bigger and bigger, causing him to react, and the steel fork had already pressed against Yiyun's neck. (To be continued......)