Chapter 237: Stray eyes

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Being threatened by an evil dragon, Yang Jian started to get angry from his heart, grabbed the sharpless spear, threw out the mysterious gangs, and dived into the well!
From the well came the screams of Qingfeng Lao Dao, and there was a dragon roar full of anger, the whole mountain began to shake, a strong black air rose into the sky, and the mountain around the crystal appeared cracks!
Yang Jian's figure retreated slowly, standing in the air, glanced at the mortals who were not far from here, snorted in his heart, and did not remind those people to leave. Anyway, there is only being affected or not. Border, life and death.
boom! Wow!
A dragon's claw covered with black scales smashed the crystals and shattered rocks, and there was a awkward old way hung on the claws. Who was it if it wasn't that Qingfeng watcher?
This old-fashioned face was inhumane, and he yelled in fright, hurriedly shouting: "Old ancestor! Let me go down! Old ancestor!"
The black scale dragon's claw slapped towards the ground, flew the old way directly, hit the corner of the yard, rolled his eyes, and suddenly became unconscious.
Speaking of this dragon's claw alone, the length and width are over five feet, the large tendons on it are fierce, the black scales are shining with cold light, and the claw forward is like a cold stone.
The dragon's claws force, the earth and rocks collapsed, the courtyard fell, and the whole mountain was trembling.
Yang Jian stood on the cloud peacefully, as if he was outside the wandering things, and did not take this scene to heart.
In the earth, a terrifying flood dragon with a length of one hundred feet crawled out!
The wind and the clouds change color, the sun and the moon are shining! The world of this small thousand world suddenly became chaotic and inexplicable. Within a hundred miles, all the animals, insects and fish fell to the ground, and the flowers and trees withered one after another!
Seeing the black flood, those mortals knelt on the ground and shivered with fear, but still asked the gods to take the action to sack the evil dragon, instead of turning their heads and fleeing.
When Yang Jian caught a glimpse of this, he could only shake his head with a wry smile, and didn't take care of it.
And the dragon masters hiding in the sky received Yang Jian's order, and later they would protect the lives of these mortals.
It's just this dragon...
I always feel that it is too weaker than I thought.
Perhaps it is not incomprehensible for the dragon to transform into a dragon in this small world, with incomplete Taoism and weaker strength.
This black flood dragon did not have a pair of horns on its head. Although it looked fierce, it was comparable to the Golden Immortal Demon.
Such a powerful dragon soul...
Yang Jian looked at the tipless gun in his hand, slightly worried.
No matter, this dragon soul is only to inspire the soul left by the predecessors of the dragon clan who forged the spearless spear, not as a spear soul; even if the grade is a bit inferior, it is barely enough.
Roar!
Hei Jiao screamed at Yang Jian, swung his body, rushed towards the sky, and then turned back with his teeth and claws, attacking and biting at Yang Jian.
Look at Yang Jian, wearing a pale yellow robe, carrying a sharpless spear, pedal wheels and a bright moon, his eyes are full of light.
How dare to scold the evildoer, scold the evildoer to be killed, rush forward with the gun, and fight with the black dragon.
The dragon's body is long and powerful, but the fierce dragon claws can't shake Yang Jian's profound body;
The long spear in Yang Jian's hand was not pointed, but the shadow of the spear was thrown into the sky, bursting with green dragon blood!
Just as soon as he met, the black dragon's front abdomen was full of scars, and this black dragon's soul was violent, how could he dare to compete with Yang Jian? A dragon's mouth spouted out a turquoise bead, the size of a human head, and gusts of wind were emitted.
Yang Jian looked at the poisonous fog without seeing it, and jumped deep into it, chasing the black dragon and beating wildly.
This burst of rush is really:
The blue wind blew up, and the souls were shocked everywhere.
I don't know what it is, disturbing the wind.
The roar of the dragon is endless, and the sharp-pointed spear in Yang Jian's hand is also stained with green dragon blood.
The dragon was constantly struggling in the air, and the blood spilled out. Within a hundred miles, as long as a few drops of poisonous dragon's blood are contaminated, the rocks will melt and the ridges will collapse. It is extremely poisonous.
An elder of the dragon clan took action and covered the mortals with a cover, so that the mortals who came to offer sacrifices were temporarily relieved.
Several dragon warlords appeared everywhere, protecting several human villages within a hundred miles.
Yang Jian was even more unscrupulous. He turned his spear around and hit the black dragon with seven meat and eight elements. He shook his body again, showing flying signs, straddling the black dragon's neck, and found the black dragon's black scales. The gun penetrates it!
"Er dare! Er dare! I am a dragon!"
Hei Jiao shouted angrily, twisting his body constantly, trying to throw Yang Jian off his back. But its big tendons were injured, and its strength was fading rapidly. At this time, it was just a struggle before death.
At this moment, I heard a dragon chant, and the golden light was bright in the sky, and a four-clawed golden dragon appeared in the sky. It was a thousand feet long, and the dragon's eyes were full of majesty.
Compared with this golden dragon, this vicious black dragon is as unbearable as a loach.
"Dare to be poisonous! Dare to call the dragon clan in vain! And die quickly!"
Hei Jiao cursed when he saw this: "Since you are a dragon clan, why do you see this villain cheating and killing your fellow clan! Why does the dragon clan admire the human clan's breath!"
When Yang Jian heard this, he frowned slightly, his spear swept across his hand, and the black dragon roared in pain. Yang Jian's neck was cut in half by Yang Jian, and a large pool of green poisonous blood was scattered, and the world was a bleak!
The golden dragon suddenly yelled: "Just a small snake, how dare to call yourself a dragon! My clan inherited from ancient times, teaching children to do good and to accumulate virtue, not to compete with others, you just got a little blood chance, fortunately to become a dragon, you are here to make a masterpiece Blessing, devouring innocent mortals, on the contrary, adding disasters to our race! Danger! Danger!"
"The elders don't need to be angry," Yang Jian's indifferent voice pierced the black dragon's ears, but it made the black dragon's heart feel cold, a little at a loss.
What Yang Jian said was very simple, but what he said was: "I want this little Jiao to live or die."
But no, if the tipless spear takes the dragon soul of the dragon, even though the dragon soul is extinguished, it is absorbed by the tipless spear into a mysterious and mysterious soul power, adding some soul-wounding skills.
But for the dragon soul that was ingested, it did not die, nor could it be reincarnated. It really was impossible to live or die.
The ants are still surviving, let alone this black dragon who has practiced for an unknown number of years?
Even if his neck was broken in half, the black dragon was still struggling; Yang Jian leaped up on his back with a tipless spear, and left a huge scar with deep bones on his back.
The world of law!
Yang Jian used the magical powers commonly used by Taoist disciples but was extremely practical. He turned into a giant of hundreds of feet. He grabbed the tail of the black dragon with one hand and slammed it towards the side of the mountain.
boom!
Hei Jiao directly smashed the mountain, the earth and rocks collapsed, and the sky was dim.
How can Yang Jian, who can use the law of heaven and earth, only have this blow? Mysterious power is so powerful that Hei Jiao is suffering today.
I saw the giant transformed into Yang Jian stepping on a mountain, using the black dragon as a whip, smashing it to and fro, smashing a few hills, smashing two or three valleys, and falling apart. Four or five ridges.
When Yang Jian put away his profound arts, the black dragon hung miserably on the top of a rocky mountain. There was no completeness on his body. The scales were broken, the tendons were torn, and the keel was cracked. It's no longer alive.
Yang Jian regained his human form, brought the tipless spear to the black Jiao, frowning and thinking.
The strength of this black flood dragon is really not that of you, and its mana is like a sorcery accumulation of devouring virgins for a long time. It is mottled and impure, so it has no backhand in front of him.
Can such a dragon soul activate the original dragon soul of the tipless spear?
The dragon soul on the tipless spear, the legend of the dragon clan who survived the first robbery of the dragon and the phoenix back then, combined the endless fighting will and the endless resentment towards the Feng clan, even with its life, into this tipless rod. In the dragon spear!
Yang Jian really didn't want to poke such a bad dragon soul.
However, he has not much time to delay;
The curtain of the Conferred God has already been opened, and he can be regarded as taking a leisurely trip. Before the princes of the four towns entered the court song, he went out to make a short run and made his three-pointed two-bladed spear.
Maybe I will lead the battle at some time~EbookFREE.me~ Participate in the fight between the interpretation and interception of the two religions. In a short time, I am afraid that my profound arts will be difficult to cultivate, and the path to quickly increase combat power is to practice. Three-pointed two-bladed gun!
Looking at the black dragon in front of me, the divine light in the black dragon's eyes is gradually dimming, and the dragon's mouth is almost unable to hold the poisonous dragon ball...
That's it.
Yang Jian shook his head and sighed. He would rather not take the soul of this black dragon, and don't want to let his own magical soldier.
He turned and flew towards the sky. Before he left, he felt blessed. He glanced at the Taoist temple that had turned into ruins, but just happened to see the unconscious master of Qingfeng.
The figure that Yang Jian was about to leave suddenly stopped.
No, this matter is a bit strange.
What I was looking for was the three-headed Bibo Jiao, the Dragon Clan brought himself here, must have discovered the whereabouts of the three-headed Bibo Jiao.
And what is it that I just killed? How many heads?
Even if you count with your feet, the number of heads is clear at a glance-there is only one head!
Yang Jian's heart was crossed, not afraid of damaging the soul, and raised his hand to his forehead.
The vertical eyes reappear, the shadows of the six realms revolve, breaking through the falsehood, and seeing through the falsehood!
Yang Jian snorted coldly, picked up the gun and landed on the ruins of the Taoist temple, looking at the old Taoist who was sleeping at the mouth of the well, his voice was cold and his expression was very bad.
When he actually missed his eyes, these three Bibo Jiao were really cunning! No wonder it has survived to this day.
"What I killed just now, was it your heir or your disciple, or was it your legacy?"
The old way of the wellhead was still faint, as if Yang Jian was talking to himself.
Yang Jian waited silently for a while, suddenly shot dozens of shadows from the sharpless spear in his hand, shooting away at the mouth of the well!
The old Dao suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were all emerald green, without any whiteness!
That look is cold and terrifying!
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