Chapter 669: A bit of a dragon!

"What about people?" The elders of Yushu rushed into the sea of ​​flowers, but they could not find the image of Li Muyang.
Li Muyang is like disappearing out of thin air.
Everyone looked up at the sky and wanted to see if Li Muyang would rush down from the sky again.
After all, as a dragon, Li Muyang likes to fly for nine days, and then dive from above the sky - it seems that if he does not do this, he does not admit that he is a dragon.
Moreover, when Li Muyang was turned into a white dragon, it was such a procedure.
All is a routine!
Changbai swordsmen feel that they have seen through the routine of Li Muyang.
However, to disappoint them, the image of Li Muyang is not seen above the sky.
This time, Li Muyang did not even have a dragon.
Where did Li Muyang go?
The elders of Yushu are puzzled, and people are searching around in the air.
The opponents you see are not necessarily weak, but the opponents you can't see must be terrible.
The other dozens of Changbai swordsmen are also looking for Li Muyang's figure. They have already placed the "Zhu Xian Dazhen". If Li Muyang has not disappeared, have they kept their formations?
This makes it hard to do.
At this moment, the underground pit of the shrine suddenly burst out with a pink dragon. The dragon is made up of countless pink petals, and it rushes toward the elders of Yushu and dozens of Changbai swordsmen.
The pink dragons circled the legs of the Yushu elders and dozens of Changbai swordsmen, and the swordsmen rushed to the sword.
The pink dragon was like alive, and the faucet shunned the one-on-one long sword attack, then slammed into their inter-span and slid between their legs.
In this way, let the Changbai Swordsmen be helpless, and the swordsmanship is higher, and can't go past their own pants.
The pink long dragon swam through the legs of every Changbai swordsman, and then was cut into two by the elders of Yushu.
In the "Zhu Xian Dazhen", dozens of Changbai swordsmen looked at the roots of their calves with horror.
Zhong Qiuzi is the youngest of the thirty-six days of the "Zhu Xian Dazhen". After the pink long dragon was cut off by the elders of Yushu, he felt that his legs were somewhat different.
However, at that time he did not think much.
He lifted his leg and moved to the left in accordance with the unique changes in the formation.
A strange thing happened. He clearly lifted his leg, but he saw that his legs were still in place and there was no movement.
"What's the matter?" Zhong Qiuzi looked at the scene with his eyes wide open.
"what's going on?"
The cone-like pain in the leg made him wake up instantly.
Until this time, the calf that stayed in place suddenly burst into the bright red blood.
His calf was actually cut off by people. From the knees, the Qi Qi's break.
Even worse, people are unaware and have no pain, just like – there is an ant biting a bit on his calf.
"what--"
Zhong Qiuzi screamed.
One is pain. It was not until this time that he felt the pain of the calf being licked. The legs have a lot of tendons, and the legs are completely smashed. It is the iron man who can't bear the pain.
The second is anger. Breaking people's legs is tantamount to destroying people's exercises. What is the meaning of a waste person, even if it is deeper and deeper, and the realm is higher?
The shot of the dragon is too fierce and too much. Don't leave a little bit of a living.
However, they have thought about it. Why did they pay a little more for the "Dragon"?
thump--
Zhong Qiuzi’s body fell to the ground.
boom--
The body fell heavily on the floor of the Sanssouci Palace and looked like a dead body falling from the sky.
There is still a screaming body in his mouth.
Without the legs, naturally there is no way to stand. And because his yelling yelled out the instinct of the body, there is no way to stand tall again.
The experience of Zhong Qiuzi was shocking. I didn't expect the pink dragon to just circling his legs. He had already cut off his legs.
This kind of cultivation, this means, is really shocking.
With the help of Zhong Qiuzi, the other Changbai swordsmen suddenly did not dare to move.
They were afraid that they would move a little, and they found that their legs and body had been separated.
Their pupils swelled and their eyes stared at their own way.
However, what caused them to fear still happened.
They did not lift their legs and did not move.
Even secretly lifted the air and tightened the body tightly. In this way, their bodies can still stand above the sky, and their legs will never be separated from themselves.
However, they began to seep on the knees.
It's just tiny bloodshots. If it's not because they are wearing white robes, and the red blood is so easy to be immersed in white robes, it's hard to find blood.
However, they have discovered the existence of those bloodshots.
Then, all of them are desperate.
"My leg is broken - my leg is broken -"
"My leg is bleeding, the dragon - he cut my legs -"
"No, no, no, I don't want to die-" -
I was flustered because I found blood and water, and I was discouraged because of my panic.
As a result, the legs of the Changbai Swordsmen suddenly separated from the body, and they fell to the ground.
There was a calf rain.
The bodies of the Changbai swordsmen are still flying above the sky. Their eyes are red and bloody, they are stunned, and their voices are sorrowful and angry, like a group of evil spirits from the ghost field.
No, it’s more scary than the ghost kings they bring.
"Li Muyang, I want to kill you, I want to kill you -"
"The dragon is not slaughtered, the heavens and the earth are restless - the dragons are not slaughtered, and the heavens and the earth are restless."
"Kill him, kill him -" -
Hate!
They really hate Li Muyang!
I can't wait to smash his corpse, and I can't wait to make him a thousand.
They know that their legs are shackled, and in the future they will become a group of waste, a group of wastes abandoned by the Changbai Sword.
Just like abandoning a pile of rubbish, the Changbai Swordsmen no longer have their shelter. There is only one dead road waiting for them.
Li Muyang is not a murderer, but it is better than killing.
In their hearts, it is better to be greeted by Li Muyang.
When the pink dragon was smashed, Li Muyang’s body had already fallen back to thousands of degrees.
A sneer smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, staring at the dozens of long white swordsmen in the air, and then gently blowing a sigh of air into the air.
"call--"
Hey -
The dozens of Changbai swordsmen fell to the ground, like a pot of dumplings.