Soon, the Fighting Dragon Lord descended from the sky.

The flying dragon was used in the Heavenly Fist and won the lottery. The young disciples of Longxu were shocked.

The trump card of the Dragon Lord of Fighting Battle is terrifying. With one punch, countless blood-colored dragon shadows appear, thousands of dragons roar, and dragons are terrifying the world!

Ye Qing performed three fighting styles and resisted by the Golden Dragon Immortal Fire.

In an instant, a violent roar sounded.

Ye Qing was blown away on the spot.

The Dragon Lord was very happy.

The dignified Dragon Lord finally saved some face.

Although he used his ultimate move at the last moment and was somewhat unfair, he just wanted to win.

"Boy, how can you master the true power of the three styles of fighting?"

"Your talent is good, but the heat is still much worse. Let's go back now."

Fighting Dragon Lord looked proud.

The Holy Lord of Dragon Ruins and the other eight guardians of the Dragon Lords all looked a little ugly.

They were very optimistic about Ye Qing, but if Ye Qing was defeated, they would be powerless, and the bet had been established.

"It seems that this boy is not evil enough."

The Holy Lord of Longxu sighed and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Ye Qing, who hit the mountain, rushed out.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he suffered some skin trauma, which was not harmful.

Just now, Ye Qing appreciated the power of the flying dragon in the sky fist, realized it in his heart, and continued to deduce it in the sea of ​​consciousness, and gained a lot.

"Do you still have the power to fight?"

Dou Zhan Long Zun narrowed his eyes and was a little dissatisfied.

He originally thought that Ye Qing would at least be seriously injured after he withstood his violent punch.

"Your flying dragon is very good in the sky fist, but it will be mine soon."
Chapter completed!