Zhu Yan also flashed murderous intent, never allowing anyone to dare to provoke him, and gathered all his life power.

"The ants of the human race should be wiped out in ashes!"

"Bloodline Technique, Flame Dragon Soul!"

"Ho ho ho..."

Fei Mo's pupils shrank, and shock flashed across his painful face. Do these two people really want to fight for their lives? No, is it the "Battle of the Destined Dragon" recorded in ancient books?

A battle for first place among dragons of the same attribute?

The Flame Divine Dragon is definitely the number one among the fire dragons. Could it be that Ning Tao's physique...

Just when he was frightened, a golden light suddenly fell from the sky, and he said angrily: "Stop it!"

While they were talking, the two of them could not get back together. However, one of the golden dragon's scale claws grasped the sword in vain, and the golden dragon's soul burst out into the body of fire.

"Boom...boom boom boom..."

There was a roar that made the eardrums tremble.

The whole mountain trembled three times.

The sword shattered, the fire dispersed, and both of them retreated.

Ning Tao groaned, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and his face showed shock. This was the first time someone took his sword of the world with his hand? Zhu Yan's blood surged, and he swallowed a mouthful of blood that was held in his throat.

He was just a little bit close to winning.

Damn it, damn it.

"Huh...huh..."

Under the gaze of the three people, the golden light converged, and the figure of Elder Jin Long was slowly revealed.

Then, a cold beauty rushed down quickly, passed Zhu Yan, and asked Ning Tao anxiously: "You... are you injured? Are you okay?"

A critical hit of 10,000 points immediately pierced Zhu Yan's heart!

A mouthful of blood spurted out instantly.
Chapter completed!