Chapter 788: , Improper immortality

The death of the dragon calmed down the street, and then a strong murderous anger erupted from Nie Pohu, the black-faced god, Tong Xiaoxiao, and others. The breath shocked the situation, and a few restless clouds appeared over the good taste inn.
"Give it, you have to die after three days, don't you give it?" Liu Wei'an took a lot of time and didn't think so.
"No, you have to die now, the dead is even worse." The funeral dragon smiled even more brilliantly.
"What if I killed Li Duwen?" Liu Wei'an asked again.
"You can't kill him." There was an irresistible will in the voice of the death dragon.
The words went off, and the knife light flashed, and almost no one could see the movement of the black-faced god. When the knife light was seen, the thick-backed panther head knife was already sheathed. The crisp sound spread in the air, lingering.
A thin ray of blood oozed from Li Duwen's neck, starting from the throat and turning around the neck. It became more and more obvious that the blood ties were in a line. As if Li Duwen noticed something, he suddenly looked up at the black-faced god. Feeling his head light, and rolled down from his neck, Li Duwen's eye nerves became frightened after a moment of doubt, and then quickly turned into a dead gray and completely solidified.
Quiet!
The air on Wuchang Street is unprecedentedly quiet, and many people feel cold behind. As the face of a funeral dragon, kill the people of the Li family. Regardless of the identity of the funeral dragon, or the background of the Li family, which one is not lame, the blue city is about to tremble. The black-faced kills and kills. Such a knife method is so quick and accurate that it is a pleasing thing, but everyone has a feeling that the end of the world is coming, and can't help but want to leave.
"You killed him!" The strong murderous spirit was like a volcano erupting, and the sound of the mourning dragon was colder than the wind in the cold winter moon.
"You said it to you? You said it was alive, I gave it to you, the way is wrong, but the person must still be this person, and then!" The black-faced grinned, kicked Li Duwen's head like a ball and kicked him To the mourning dragon.
"Catch them, don't kill them. I want them to taste the torture that no one in the world wants to try and die again." The mourning dragon closed his eyes, and his body suddenly became angry when his head touched his body. The eruption instantly smashed the skull into shreds, and ground meat and bones spilled.
腿 The dog legs on both sides and the swordsmen behind him came out to kill the good taste inn. A face of the shopkeeper was almost crying, and he wanted to talk but didn't dare. Fortunately, Liu Wei'an did not make it difficult for him to do so, and the black-faced and Tong Xiaoxiao took the initiative to jump down from the inn to avoid the situation where the battle burned into the inn.
At the moment of landing, the black-faced and Tong Xiaoxiao fired, and the flashing knife light narrowed the eyes of the enemies close to him. It was this short time that determined his life and death. The black-faced crossed him, and a bloodstain spread indefinitely around his neck.
"嗬 嗬 " The dog rushed forward for a few steps and fell down.
Tong Tong's small life-saving hammer smashed open, with even force, and the dog's leg rushed up touched it slightly, and immediately screamed in pain and flew out.
The black-faced suddenly accelerated, crashed into the pile of people, the sword flickered, and a scream rang, and the seven big men spun and flew out, fell five or six meters away, motionless, and a bloodstain overflowed from the brow.
After a few breaths, the dragon's men hang one third. The black cattle, yellow cattle, and stone cattle took over from the enemy, and there was a big gap between different levels.
The funeral dragon can dominate the south of the city. Naturally, it is not because of long fierceness, but that it is truly extraordinary. The people underneath, whether from a dogleg
Xunzi, or a professional recruiter, is quite good. The three stone bulls, among the Ping An team, are among the best. They can only be tied in the face of the Dragon Dragon's thugs.
The funeral dragon snorted softly, and followed the four grey-clad men behind him out of the two and out of the two. Step by step, clear and incredible, but incredibly fast, inserted into the battle instantly. One has a large sleeve, which makes the kung fu in his sleeves, and the other holds an emei thorn and makes tricks.
The black-faced flashed in the eyes and stopped the sleeve in his sleeve. This person was introverted and his strength was unfathomable. Tong Xiaoxiao used the Emei stabbing person, but just fought it, he almost gave the life-saving hammer to Zhenfei, his mouth cracked, and blood stains spilled.
The man in gray clothing took a step forward and shortened the distance between the two people instantly. Tong Xiaoxiao's face changed greatly. The life-threatening hammer is still in the air, and the whole body's empty door opens, which is too late to defend. As soon as the gold was released, a petite figure inserted lightning.
I am Lu Yan.
I saw her wrist shake, and two sword flowers bloomed, hitting two Emei spines, respectively.
Ding Ding Ding!
The man in the gray clothing was shocked and couldn't stand back half a step. Suddenly his eyes burst open and his eyes were smooth. One hand was abrupt, but one step later, a ray of swordsman flickered from the middle of the emei spine that had not yet been closed, and remained motionless. Lu Yan and him passed by, killing the back hitters, the sword light flashed, stabbed three people in a row, and when the fourth person fell, a ray of blood overflowed from the gray man's brows and fell straight.
The people who watched the battle nearby were horrified. The blood had overflowed for so long. How fast is this sword-like woman?
Many people subconsciously regard Lu Yan as a person who is in need of protection, only to discover that the most powerful person is him.
A loud scream sounded, and another gray-clad man retreated, his right hand was empty, and his arm was cut off with his shoulders. The black-faced smirk grinned, "I want to run, no way!"
The panther's head knife turned into a tens of meters of daomang and fell. The gray man gritted his teeth and shot from his left sleeve.
Puppet
The sword light collided with the sleeve, the light knife broke instantly, and the gray-clad man was shaken. At this moment, Lu Yan suddenly passed by him, and a ray of swordsman flashed away.
what--
The man in gray clothing uttered a scream of scream and fell on his back. The heart didn't know when a hole in his eyes appeared and his blood was spitting.
After Lu Yan killed the gray-clad man, he returned to the thugs again, one in and one out, the rabbit rising and falling, reaching the extreme. Many people did not respond, the gray-clad people had fallen to the ground.
"Look for death!" The mourning dragon was angry, took a step, and suddenly behind Tong Xiaoxiao, his fists hit half, suddenly his face changed, and he blasted into the air.
Like a prophet, a sharp arrow of lightning appeared there, colliding with his fist.
boom--
The arrows exploded, flames spread throughout the sky, and terrible heat permeated the air. The funeral dragon's eyes shrank, and the clothes agitated inadvertently. A layer of protective air floated on the surface of the body, blocking the high temperature.
嗖
The second arrow arrived.
The funeral dragon hesitated for a moment and had to give up Tong Xiaoxiao and focus on the arrows. Nie Pohu was standing on the second floor, his gaze was like electricity, the bowstring vibrated endlessly, and an arrow shot out.
"Ice Rune!"
"Flame Rune Arrow!"
"The corpse curse arrow!"
"Burst Rune Arrow!"
Uh ...
After a sleeve was blasted, the dragon was no longer afraid to die. The straight arrow is not terrible, even if it is faster, his realm is higher than Nie Pohu, and he is not afraid. The indefensible is the curved arrow. I thought it was missed, and Leng Buding turned and returned, the first one. The arc arrow almost shot the funeral dragon through the heart.
The screaming in my ears continued, and the dragon's heart grew more and more angry. Finally, a roar, a phantom rose from the top, turned into a horrible monster in mid-air, and a huge power shrouded half of the blue city. . Countless people have changed their faces when they saw this giant ghost.
"It's a funeral dragon, and who are you dealing with?"
"I'm afraid the opponent this time is not ordinary, even let the funeral dragon and even the giant be released."
"His opponent is terrible, and the death dragon released the monster, indicating that he is extremely angry."
Uh ...
Most of the people in the blue city are familiar with the habit of death dragons. When they see the beasts, they are consciously far away from this area, but some people do the opposite.
Walking around Long Street, four people appeared silently. A straight gun, like a sharp arrow out of a sheath, stood out on the roof. A body shrouded in a black robe, standing in the corner, is easy to ignore. A young man of twenty-five or sixteen was sitting on a stone mill by the road, biting a chicken called chaffinch in his mouth, and smashed. There is also a woman with a veil standing in the room of a certain inn. She can only see the upper body through the window. The emerald green dress seems to be unable to cover the high mountains, which makes people imaginative.
Four people were quiet and did not interfere with the battle. It seems that he is a tree and a flower on the roadside, but the masters in the crowd are subconsciously away from them.
what--
The last scream came down, and the mourning dragon's dog legs and thugs were dead ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Only one mourning dragon was left. He had just used a monster to suppress Nie Pohu, and the black-faced almost split his head in half.
There was a flash of anger in the eyes of the funeral dragon, and his fists sprang out like lightning. But when the figure flashed, Lu Yan stepped in and blocked a fist with the black-faced god.
Banglong-
The funeral dragon just shook its upper body, but Lu Yan and the black-faced were shaken back a dozen steps. The funeral dragon was about to chase after it, and two arrows shot one after the other. The dragon was so frightened that it stopped and hit the flying arrows. Lu Yan and the black-faced fell down again. Tong Xiaoxiao didn't attack, but kept tempting on the side. He was a silver-level man who was not qualified to get involved in gold-level battles, but don't forget that he has gold in his hands.
The silver peak holding the goldware is enough to cause damage to the gold level.
The strength of the funeral dragon was manifested at this moment, and one person was against three gold levels without any downside. The four of them fought fast, and after fighting more than a hundred moves, the funeral dragon Zhenfei Lu Yan and the black-faced turned and shot out.
No one expected that the death dragon would suddenly run away, and it rushed out more than 200 meters in the blink of an eye. When it was about to rush into the alley, it seemed that Liu Wei'an had moved a bit, and it seemed to be an illusion. The next second, a terrifying scream came from the depths of the alley. After the scream, everything was calm.
The ocher cow swayed into the alley and came back with the dead dragon's body a while later.
咝
When I saw the body of the death dragon, many people took a breath in the street.
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