"What are you surprised about? It's just a long worm."

Zhong Sheng glared at Wei Bohou majestically. The younger brother was silent, his clenched jaw was trembling.

In fact, that claw was so big that it was just a skin wrinkle, like a bottomless abyss, making the marbles sink into the sea.

In the past legends, they all said how big the dragon was. Only by seeing it in person can you understand the concept of "huge". It is really disappointing. "Brother, why don't we withdraw?

Wei Bohou rolled his eyes, "We can't be allowed to do it alone. King Qin has so many troops, generals and Taoists. Let's call them over."

A worthless thief!

Zhong Sheng pushed him away and said, "I'll cut off this claw and carry it back so they can see. Dragon slaying is not a big deal."

He decisively raised the ancient sword, approached the dragon's claw step by step, and walked around three or four times.

The scales, bumps, and bulges on the surface of the dragon's claws are all lifelike, accompanied by the trembling of the blood flowing and the ups and downs of breathing.

It doesn't look like an illusion. It's certain that this is the creation of Messenger Maitreya... the pseudo-dragon.

"Dragon Claw, he has repeatedly provoked your Maitreya followers, killed the owner of the red flower altar, and the messenger Toad Taoist, and now he has defected to the Tang Dynasty."

From the perspective of an onlooker, Wei Bohou saw that this 'soft whip' was a whisker popping out from the faucet.

A person's life can be long or short, but in the whole world, no one can live without the opportunity?

The roar of the dragon set off a hurricane, blowing up the earth's crust and destroying everything.

As he spoke, the dragon's head finally moved, opening its mouth toward the dragon's claws, with two rows of sharp teeth that were as sharp as mountains of knives, staggered.

At this moment, a fleeting blank area appeared in the pseudo-dragon's sight, just for a brief moment.

Others only want Zhongsheng, but I take a step back and want to eat dragons and drink wine to satisfy my appetite.

After Cheng Wan finished speaking, Slaying Dragon flashed, dragged out an eight-foot white light, and aimed at the slender toe tip of his claws to chop it.

The dazzling sword light flashed towards the surface of the two huge pupils when the dragon's head landed.

From the sky above our heads, a voice came, "I despise Shenlong and raise my blade towards the opponent. Is that guy really going to be shattered to pieces?"

Hearing that voice, Cheng Wanshou beamed with joy and shouted, "Master of the Ancient Sword Altar, quickly help you kill me and take Cheng Wan back."

At that time, the Dragon Claw's dragon slayer was as stingy as a broom, stirring up turbid smoke and dust, but it had not yet reached the flying sword.

Boom!

Well, I just want to chop the Feijian into pieces and try steaming, frying or stewing them before dismantling them.

The Tang army was full of talents, but there were so few warriors and weak men. Why did they suffer a complete defeat behind the false dragon?

It turns out that the person who came here is my companion, one of Maitreya Messenger’s minions.

It was clearly a soft whip, but when it hit the body, it was stronger than an iron rod as thick as a human waist. Stars appeared in the dragon's claws, his mouth was bleeding, and all the bones in his body were so painful that they almost burst. He was still standing on the spot, but he staggered to the side.

Pour.

Did the little brother suffer a loss and cut off the pseudo-dragon's whiskers?

A sight that has never been seen before appears in front of you. This is...a dragon head.

Before Longzhao stood firm, he raised his hand and shook it again to indicate that something was wrong.

"Behead!"

"Today you Chengwan, you will... Zhongsheng."

A moment ago, Bi Ye Shou's voice came out, "Master of the Ancient Sword Altar, I want you to control the dragon and bite this boy to death."

In the wild storm, the dragon's head quickly retracted as if it had been stung, and half of the original two neat dragon whiskers were still missing.

Cheng Wan looked at the dragon whisker on the right. The one that slapped my front and back just now was not that one.

The power of the dragon is as small as the sky. Even the most vicious criminal will become vulnerable to a blow in front of the mighty dragon.

"Brother, it's Dragon Beard, Dragon Beard!"

However, Zhong Sheng stood in front of the claws and was just thinking about how to use the knife, which would be easier to cut

"Angyou!"

"Bad courage!"

The flying sword rises from the ground, grasping Biye's hand, like climbing a ladder to heaven. Looking around, it has not yet entered the clouds, and its trace is hard to find.

"Such self-love is worthy of death."

The master of the ancient sword altar above his head also noticed the situation.

Dragon Claw has brewed enough momentum, and its state of mind has been condensed to its peak state, and it even feels that it is ready to slay the dragon.

The flying sword is already huge, but compared to the dragon head, its shocking power is still far behind.

"Don't engage in emotional disputes. He must remember Maitreya's little plan."

The scales on the surface of the claws were beating and trembling, as if every wrinkle was about to unfold.

As the dust fell to the ground, Cheng Wan's back appeared in sight, standing or falling.

The master of the altar, Cheng Wan, is obviously the envoy, "Cheng Wan's hand, he missed this time and saved the envoy's little thing."

When I looked back, I saw the sky above me was dark and bright, and the clouds were parting to both sides.

"Brother, run away, run away slowly."

The first feeling when I first took it was that it was not an unprecedented toughness, it seemed that there were countless springs on the surface.

"You should be lucky to be alive. Go back with you and wait for the envoy to tell you. Don't think about his Cheng Wan."

The huge dragon head is like a relief sculpture growing out of the sky. Except for the two winding and swimming dragon whiskers, the picture is completely still.

I was talking about joy and hate. As I was speaking, a thick whip came through the air and struck Cheng Wan hard on the front and back.

The master of the ancient sword altar also spoke. The other party is the controller of the pseudo-dragon and has no absolute right to speak.

Wei Bohou sat down on the ground, opened his mouth, and took a small mouthful of dust.

Facing a weak enemy is just exciting for me, and I am also eager to slay the dragon and drink the dragon's blood.

Dragon Claw Chengwan only moves, but once it moves, it will be earth-shattering.

I moved horizontally to slay the dragon, and stepped under the broken dragon's beard. The dragon's beard was so thick that eight or seven young men could hold it hand in hand.

The dragon's beard is slender and winding, floating and swimming with the clouds, full of fairy energy, but once it is shot out, it will be as powerful as landslides and earth shattering.

Dragon Claw clearly felt that the Dragon Slaughter Pillow was cutting the skin and flesh urgently, but the flying sword was too small, so it would be difficult to see the effect for a while.

"Wei Bohou, I will hold the battle for you."

"Dragon blood is tonic, dragon bones are strong, dragon meat is nourishing, dragon skin is springy to teeth, and dragon scales are crispy..."

Cheng Wan stood still and seemed to have been calmed down.

However, that moment of blankness was not the perfect opportunity for Dragon Claw to hide and draw his sword.

Even if it is a pseudo-dragon, it is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

A marble jumped out, slower than when it came, and shot backwards, almost scratching the skin of the dragon's claw

Biye said, "Now that you have lost Biye and been humiliated by me, you are taking revenge and swearing to be a human being."

I held the dragon-slaying hand, and my fingertips were trembling, but I didn't know it was fear, but excitement.

The dragon head came towards me with a tsunami-like pressure, and several insects and ants on its feet were killed on the spot.

No wonder the false dragon appeared on the Xia army's side on the battlefield, and countless elites of the Tang army were immediately routed thousands of miles away.

The marbles fired by Cheng Wansheng with the dragon tendon slingshot landed on Cheng Wan's body. Even if it was tickled, it was not very powerful at all.
Chapter completed!