Chapter 1885: Storm Stegosaurus

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Chapter 1885: Storm Sword Dragon
"Roar--"
Deep in the dreary jungle, the pterosaur drowsing from the ground suddenly awakened. Even when he stood up, his flesh wing was slightly stretched, his neck was stretched forward, and a deafening roar was issued in his mouth. Two green eyes stared fiercely forward. Zhang's mouth was full of sharp sharp teeth.
"Long Jun, why are you so nervous?"
Hundreds of meters away, a sharp weird laugh suddenly sounded. Immediately after the giant tree, a golden figure ten meters long appeared.
That turned out to be a golden dragon.
Its shape is completely different from that of pterosaurs. The front legs are short and the hind legs are long. The sharp stab-like spurs from the head to the tail look sharp. Compared with the pterosaur of Longjun, its shape is also quite different. If pterosaur is a strong man, then the golden dragon is like a baby.
However, the breath overflowing from the body of Jinlong is weaker than the non-winged dragon at all, and obviously also has a practice that is comparable to the mid-level peak King.
Moreover, when Long Jun saw the emergence of this golden dragon, his huge eyes revealed a deep fear.
"Sword, what are you doing?"
Long Jun was close to the enemy. He stared at the Jinlong who was walking towards him without blinking. He mumbled and drank, and his body was slightly low. It seemed that he might rush to the other side at any time and launch a violent raid . At this time, the rich black breath had overflowed from its body, and turned into a fierce energy, rolling it in all directions, and the nearby giant trees were smashing.
"It's a joke. You can come here, why can't I?"
The golden dragon named "Sword Spike" swayed forward, walking lightly, with a sense of banter in his eyes, "Only six breaths of darkness on your body? Well, Long Jun, you are really disappointed me, race It's been almost a year since you killed so many prey? "
"none of your business!"
Long Jun hummed coldly, but did not relax his vigilance at all, Pang Shuo's flesh was already tense.
This sword stab is the "Sword of the Dragon Sword" in the dragon family. The speed is extremely fast, and the power of the flesh thorn on the body can condense into a sword, which is almost indestructible. Although it and the other party are both the median peak kings, if you start, it will definitely win less and lose more.
This hunting competition does not forbid fighting and fighting between dragons.
Of course, this battle is limited to dragons who are equally trained in the realm. Such as the Dragon King, Dragon Girl and other upper peak kings, can not take the initiative to the middle king, if the upper king at the same time, or the same middle king, there is no restriction. That is to say, if the sword stabs it and robs it of its dark mark, it dies in vain, and there will be no elders to preach justice for it and no sympathy for it.
Moreover, there was a conflict between them in the Dragon City at the beginning, but in Dragon City, even if the sword sting resents it, they dare not act lightly.
But here, the sword sting has no scruples, it naturally dare not take it lightly.
"Well, how dare you speak to me like this?"
Sharp thorns stick out his tongue, lick his lips, and make a strange laugh again, "Forget it, Long Jun, I'm too lazy to waste time with you again, hand over all the dark marks from your hunting, you can continue If you live, otherwise, you can only be the fertilizer for these plants. "
"No way!"
Long Jun shook his head almost without hesitation, ruthlessly.
Before encountering Tang Huan, it hunted five lower-level heavenly beasts, and the dark marks obtained from them were nothing to give to Lishui, but there was another dark breath that came from Tang Huan's side. Little girl, who is now a servant of Tang Huan, how could she give her up?
"That being the case, then give me ... dead!"
The sharp eyes were cold, and almost the word "dead" came out of his mouth. The body had disappeared from the place. After that, it turned into a golden streamer and appeared on the right side of the pterosaur. The body was more than ten meters long. , Slammed into its meat wing directly, incredibly fast.
Long Jun was taken aback, his flesh suddenly opened, and he swept out like a sharp blade.
"Hey--"
The vast void seemed to be cut into two petals. However, its flesh fins scratched, and the sword stabbed once, and disappeared again without a trace. Long Jun was terrified, and immediately realized that he was not good, but before he could make other reactions, he felt that the wing root was hit hard.
"boom!"
Although the sword stab body is small, the power that erupts is horrible.
Long Jun groaned, only to feel that his wing bone had been broken into two pieces. Pang Shuo's body was no longer stable. He immediately flew out, and Tengyun smashed out in a fog. He actually smashed several giant trees. The tree just crashed to the ground, and the sand and dust quickly rolled up.
"Long Jun, you can rest in peace."
The sword snorted with a smile, chasing after him like a shadow, like a golden streamer, shot at Long Jun again, but this time it directly chose its skull. If it is hit, Long Jun's skull may be cracked, which will be a serious injury to it.
Seeing the sword stabbing, Long Jun didn't panic and rejoice, and had no time to stand up. He twisted his head and opened his mouth to face the sword stab, as if to swallow it.
"Long Jun, you idiot, if you want to swallow me, you are not afraid to break your teeth."
The sword stabbed with a loud laugh, and Long Jun responded in the same way, but he was fighting for it, and before his voice fell, he already rushed into Long Jun's mouth, but at this moment, his heart suddenly developed an extremely unpleasant premonition. Within Long Jun's mouth, a small scroll stretched out.
"What the hell?"
As soon as the thoughts came to light, the sword thorn felt a strong sucking force.
This power turned out to be extremely horrible. Once it broke out, it was like a torrent pouring down from above for nine days. It was mighty and tumultuous. It was thunderous and irresistible.
At this moment, the sword stabbed with anxiety.
If it does not crash into Long Jun at this moment, even if it cannot resist the absorption of that power, it can adjust its direction in time. But now, its accumulated power is on the verge of being released, let alone change its direction, even if you want to It is also extremely difficult to stop this momentum.
Without that sucking power, it is difficult to end the situation, not to mention that there is such a terrible sucking power pulling forward.
In a short time, the sword thorn felt like a bird that was actively throwing itself into the net, and could only watch the strange landscape painting draw closer and closer to itself, except that the effort between the electric light and the fire was smooth. With that sucking force, he bumped into the scroll.