Chapter 459: Claude Monet (5)

Caesar showed his minions and appeared in front of Monet in the form of a body.
He didn't say a word. He came up with a flap, screamed, and swept back with wings. The huge black dragon burst into unimaginable speed, the air exploded, and a flame cone appeared behind him. The same cone was behind Monet. Flashing, the two sides were close to each other, hedging at the speed of capturing sound.
The air between the two sides was compressed to the limit by the speed. A wind of five hundred miles per hour swept the whole mountain. In a thunderous sound explosion, the two sides hit with flesh and blood. At the same speed, Monet, a larger body and heavier, occupied it. Significant advantage, it emits a tsunami-like sound, pushes the black dragon back sharply with huge kinetic energy, the huge body glides on the ground, and the colored dragon wings fly under the strong wind and the thunderous thunder.
Monet kept pushing Caesar to the cliff, and the cliff also collapsed due to the impact. The monster raised nine heads and raised his head and hissed. His attack on Caesar was like a giant whale slaying eels, only by the water that aroused. The waves can make the other party fly away.
However, this eel is not so fragile, and it contains extraordinary strength.
Suddenly, Monet was short, and he did not bend down on his knees. This monster near God would not bend down on his knees like any life, but the sudden pressure of the mountains caused him to bend down, and his head with his teeth danced. A little.
"Law King Power." A cold voice came out of the mountain.
The rocks collapsed, and in the spattered rocks, Caesar sprang up like a ghost, and climbed up Monet's back lightly, breaking the root bones of Monet's wings, and the film like a mountain hangs slowly. Monet was like a volcano that erupted in blood, and the hot blood that burst into the sky erupted from the wound. The blood then boiled into red hot steam.
Monet howled and waved a long tail composed of ridged spines. This was the ugliest and embarrassing part of the whole body, but it was still a fairly powerful weapon. The long-tailed python twisted and the spurs on the edges were covered with blades. It was so white and blindly stabbed on the back of the black dragon that Caesar had to leave his body.
"Roar."
It roared, his eyes were congested, and his complexion was pale. Although the injury could heal quickly, the blow to the momentum and conviction was not so easy to erase. It was injured. It was attacked by all things on the material plane. The other side was its hatred and hatred. Dragon.
"Incompetent stupid, without the protection of the gods, do you think you can live?" Huge claws pierced the air and rushed to Caesar, but were avoided.
A dark green tsunami-like poisonous mist sprayed from Monet's mouth, melting through the space itself. Caesar's psionic defense defended for a few seconds and then collapsed. His body was in contact with the poisonous mist. The cold ice dipped into the hot oil, and the strong energies of different species violently clashed. The black dragon's body was torn out of hundreds of small gaps, and dark golden blood poured out of the body as if out of control.
Caesar frowned. This kind of taste was uncomfortable. As if countless sharp swords came in and out of every part of the body, he accelerated his speed and wanted to get out of the area covered by this toxic substance.
What's more terrifying is that Monet has been crossing the necessary path for his retreat.
The giant monster stretched out its claws, gripping the body of the black dragon and restricting his movements. Monet's expression flew away, leaving only a successful cold smile. Its sharp claws were suddenly strong and proudly said. "You're finished, everything."
Caesar smiled: "Who's finished?"
Behind Monet, the endless flames rose to the ground and forced the sky like an overwhelming tsunami, but this tsunami was red, and each spray was a jumping fire.
The waves burned down the hills and destroyed the mountains. They patted Monet with tens of millions of tons of force and pushed it into suspension. They had to release the black dragon who was holding in its claws and anger and pain in the ring of fire. Growling.
The flames circled Caesar, and the demon monarch Azliel emerged from the flames: "Can you?"
"What do you think?" Caesar asked. "Why is it so slow?"
"I also want to ask you, leave me 'dull' aside, how can I know what you are going to do. Just go up and hit, I thought you were confident enough to beat it."
Azriels mumbled dissatisfied: "I don't even have time to introduce myself."
"Lord Abyss." Monet stared at him again when he stood up.
"That's right." Azizil nodded: "I am an extraordinary being from the Upper Realm, the 601th level of the abyss in your mouth is dominated, the prince of the flame prison, and the flame lord Azir ..."
Before he finished speaking, the opposite Monet had started to inhale deeply. All his nine skulls opened their mouths, and a large amount of gas was swallowed into his belly by Monet. Its movement was so violent that it formed There was a tornado storm, and the flames of the flame prison monarch swayed and extinguished in it.
"Remember how the dragon and the queen of the dragon disappeared?" Caesar squinted at him.
"Of course I know." Azliers said, squinting, strength roaring in the element's body: "this guy, he didn't even listen to me."
Caesar also started to inhale. He did not need to inhale a large amount of gas, but the criss-cross cracks on his chest had been ignited into fiery gold. The nuclear fusion reaction appeared in this alien transformation dragon, and a steady stream of fusion nuclear energy was coming from him The heart is delivered to the basic blood vessels, the sac cavity and the oral jaw.
The black dragon's body surface has more significant reactions. The chest is filled with golden cracks that spread from the end outward, like a golden silk coil connected to Caesar's body. The temperature of this alien-modified dragon body surface has risen sharply and bright. Like the blazing sun, the golden waves spread outward in a ripple-like manner.
"Rumble Rumble!"
Claude Monet went into trouble first ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This time it spit out not a black hole, but a nine-color breath like the serpent Hydra, but the energy response is more than several times stronger than the legendary "Bahamut's "Breath" also has a devastating color. The strong wind is a prelude to the flying sand and stones. After leaving Monet's mouth, the nine-color breath is entangled with each other and eventually becomes a chaotic state that does not distinguish each other.
Caesar opened his mouth, the large particles visible to the naked eye converged in front of his jaw, and then flew forward as quickly as kinetic energy was formed to form a flashing light. When the light disappeared, the white bright beam of light erupted from the mouth of the black dragon.
Azriels is also in action. He is not a dragon, and the end of the energy burst is not in the mouth, but his eyes. The eyes of the prince of the prison are filled with raging fire, and then converge into two red streams of destruction.
Claude Monet confronted Caesar's fusion breath with the chaos breath and the destruction of Azrieles.
This is a pure energy intensity competition. Although Monet is strong, there is an upper limit after all. The Emperor Black Dragon and the Lord of the Fire Prison are not ordinary demigods, but the best of the demigods, so although Monet did not expect it, but It was inevitable that it failed in this duel. After a brief stalemate, Caesar and Azliers' energy quickly suppressed Monet, annihilating its chaotic breath and pushing it back.