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Before the Dragon God was about to die, he was extremely angry and resentful, not only personally split most of the hatred and threw it into the holy mountain, but also gave birth to Han Qianling, who had the heart of destroying the world as soon as he opened his eyes. He didn't waste all the hatred in the corner, and attached it to his weapon.
Facing the phantom of the dragon god that was rolling towards him like a frightened horse, it was difficult for Luo Jiujiang to judge whether it had spiritual consciousness.
If it doesn't have spiritual consciousness, it won't be able to communicate. If he cuts this phantom, it's no different from destroying a restriction. But if this phantom has spiritual consciousness¡ª¡ª
It is probably impossible to communicate.
Before the death of the dragon god, the spiritual consciousness that he reserved and sent to the whole world can do nothing but hate and anger. In addition, even if the dragon god has compassion in his heart, he left a little bit of kindness and kindness in the end. In this dark and bare five elements The essence of life has been imprisoned for ten thousand years, and I am afraid that it will also be exhausted.
Normal people should have gone crazy in this environment, and of course the lunatics will only go crazier.
Luo Jiujiang took a step back calmly, pressed the handle of the knife silently with his palm, and his whole body was as tense as a bow ready to go. His breathing has long been adjusted to the right level. When he opened his mouth, every word was forcefully spit out from his dantian. It wasn't loud, but it was clear enough.
"In Xialuojiujiang, I'm just a junior. His life's achievements are insignificant, that is, to the extent that your beloved son was almost included in my family tree. If Master Shenlong still has a glimmer of clarity, I would like to go and see your biological son who stayed outside. I don't care about life and death today, and I am willing to open the way for you. But if you must kill me, then quickly¡ª¡±
Luo Jiujiang's originally stable voice paused slightly, and in the gap of less than one-thousandth of the time for breathing, he drew a knife to block, turned around and whipped his legs, and used his strength to support himself on the ground. The phantom switched the positions of the two sides.
The whole process was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it was completed in one go without hesitation under Luo Jiujiang's swift response. He raised his head, and he could see the glint of the bright knife in his hand reflected in the Youlan eyes of the Dragon God.
"¡ªThen we can only fight."
Until Luo Jiujiang continued the second half of the sentence, the pause in the middle of the fight also sounded as natural as the setback that a period should have. If they only rely on their ears, no one will even be able to detect what happened at that moment just now.
During the brief confrontation, Luo Jiujiang knew that most of the phantoms of the dragon god left here had no spiritual consciousness left behind, and even if there was any leftover, it should be incurable. He never procrastinates in doing things, and he has made up his mind the moment he draws his sword, knowing that there is absolutely no way out of this duel.
Since he still doesn't want to die, he will kill his father-in-law no matter what he says.
?The silent confrontation between the two sides after the exchange of venues was not even enough for a snap of the fingers, and one person and one dragon broke into a ball again. This time, Luo Jiujiang was the first to start the war: he and Han Qianling had been together for a long time, and he knew the dragon's key points well.
Afterwards, according to Luo Jiujiang's own reflection, he originally thought of ten tricks before apologizing to Dragon God Xuying to show his sincerity as a son-in-law. But firstly, Luo Jiujiang's strength is weaker than that of the Dragon God, so the situation during the battle is dangerous and dangerous, and there is no room for distraction; secondly, their confrontation and collision are too fast. Jiujiang couldn't keep up even if he flicked his tongue.
So this belated apology can only be left to make up for later, for example, every year I think about Han Qianling, and when the day comes, I take Qianling to visit the old man's grave.
Those post-battle miscellaneous thoughts and follow-up processing will be ignored for the time being, at least for now, Luo Jiujiang is fighting the dragon god phantom to the death, and it is inextricably linked.
In fact, purely in terms of strength, the phantom left by the dragon god should be better than Luo Jiujiang. Luo Jiujiang seemed to have no chance of winning regardless of his size, momentum, or strength of spiritual power. But his figure still has the frailty of a young man, and his movements are more dexterous than the huge Dragon God Phantom. And he has brains.
Luo Jiujiang was covered in genuine flesh and bones, and the speed of the two of them was so fast that they almost dragged out a dozen afterimages, so whenever Luo Jiujiang was touched by the claws of the dragon god, a long color would be hung.
And Shenlong Xuying didn't get too much from Luo Jiujiang's knife: Although it was just a rough shadow outlined by blue and jumping lines, it looked like water flowing continuously, but its essence was still caused by A sufficiently thick aura is formed.
Luo Jiujiang's blade is filled with his own spiritual power, and every time it falls on Xu Ying, a tear-like dripping ink mark is added to it. Even the two sharp front paws that this phantom had collided with Luo Jiujiang's blade many times now had some faint scorched black marks.
So as long as Luo Jiujiang can maintain this dizzying speed, sooner or later he will patiently dismantle this phantom one by one.??
Although the battle is difficult, it can vaguely glimpse the future victory. Luo Jiujiang's heart was calm, and the hand holding the knife was as stable as before, and there was no tremor in such a high-speed and powerful swing.
As long as there are no accidents
accident
Just as this thought flashed through Luo Jiujiang's mind, an accident happened suddenly between the elbows and armpit!
Previously, Luo Jiujiang had always thought that the phantom left by the Dragon God had no spiritual consciousness, and even if it did, he was probably crazy. Watching it fight against him almost without rules, almost purely relying on its strength and physical resistance can also confirm his idea.
Because of this, Luo Jiujiang ignored a problem: the fighting style in the chaotic period was straightforward, simple, brutal, and flesh on both sides, corner to corner, and they were used to exchanging their own flying flesh and blood for the opponent's flying flesh and blood. Ten thousand years later, these fake tricks and tricks have been developed. Even if the Dragon God Phantom had retained his spiritual consciousness, it would still look like this when fighting.
Luo Jiujiang really didn't expect that the half-mad phantom that had been trapped in this big black coconut ball for ten thousand years still retained a trace of spiritual consciousness.
A spiritual consciousness composed of hatred and obsession.
At this moment, he was being surrounded by the whole phantom, encircling it in the middle. He had broken free from this situation twice before, so he was familiar with the road, and he didn't feel anxious at all. He even had already seen where his seven knives would fall in the future, which was enough to seriously injure this phantom's vitality.
However, he didn't expect that the phantom, which turned over and over again and only knew how to bite the golden axe, opened its mouth at him contrary to the rigid routine of the previous two times.
It's just that this time, what spewed out of that huge mouth was no longer flames, gale winds, and sharp spiritual currents. It spit out several deafening syllables. This rough voice was full of resentment and resentment, and immediately confused Luo. Jiujiang is full of faces.
The dignified dragon god even has the ability to open up the world, but he still looks down on small humans. Even if he is proficient in the language of all things and can understand what Luo Jiujiang is saying, he will never spit out human words¡ªif he can hear it, he is already accommodating. If he wants to speak, he must speak the language of Shenlong.
The person who wants to be here is an ordinary person, and he must be at a loss at the moment. But Luo Jiujiang spends time with Han Qianling day in and day out, so he knows a little bit of Shenlong language. He doesn't know a lot of Shenlong language, but at least it is enough for him to understand this concise sentence.
¡ª¡ªGive me back my blood, give me back my fleshgive me back my life, too! !
During the seven-day feast of the Dragon God for all living beings, there was not a living creature in the world that had not sucked the blood of the Dragon God, and there was not a piece of land and sea in the three thousand worlds that did not receive the favor of the Dragon God. Everything in the world was born on the flesh and blood of the dragon, and died in the flesh and blood of the dragon. The ancestors have been going on for generations, and it has been ten thousand years in the blink of an eye.
If you think about it seriously, the Dragon God is not only the ancestor god who created the world for the three thousand worlds, but also the father god who nourished all living beings with flesh and blood.
But even if all the creatures in the world regard the Dragon God as their father, the Dragon God may treat them like thieves.
The last bit of his spiritual consciousness attached to the weapon, even his own son can't understand it - or if he understands it, he doesn't care much, and of course he doesn't care how the descendants of robbers recognize their father .
The only obsession of this phantom is to regather its own flesh and blood, and recover every blood debt owed to it by the Three Thousand Worlds.
Of course, this blood debt can only be paid with life.
Luo Jiujiang froze in place, completely no longer as fast and agile as before.
It wasn't that he was so sad that he couldn't restrain himself because of this question, but that he was literally beaten and unable to move at the moment.
Not only did he stand stiffly on the spot, making it difficult to take an inch, but he was also surrounded by the long body of the Dragon God Phantom, leaving no room for escape. Besides, he felt his insides burning.
Not only the five internal organs, but also not only the limbs, wherever the blood flows through, wherever the meridians are opened, every inch of muscle and skin that has been nourished by spiritual energy is rapidly heating up at this moment, as if something is coming from Luo Jiujiang's blood. Everywhere was ignited and stripped, so that his whole body would be shattered into a handful of dust, so as to sift out what the phantom wanted in the powder.
For example, the blood of the Dragon God.
Ten thousand years have passed, the flesh and blood of the dragon god has long been mixed with the aura of the three thousand worlds. Not to mention monks and monster races, even ordinary beast people without spiritual roots will always be contaminated with a few strands of inseparable spiritual energy in their bodies.
It seems that this phantom wants to forcibly strip the blood of the Dragon God from Luo Jiujiang's body at this moment. It needs to be broken down into something smaller than fine dust.
The taste of being extracted from the body of the dragon god's blood is like having 30 million worms wriggling under Luo Jiujiang's skin at the same time, drilling out from every pore of his body.
In just a short moment, Luo Jiujiang almost fainted from the pain.
It was also at this critical moment that the blue dragon scales hanging on his chest suddenly burst into light.
"No, father. He is mine." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)The taste of extracting the blood of the dragon god in the mouth is like thirty million worms wriggling under Luo Jiujiang's skin at the same time, drilling out from every pore of him.
In just a short moment, Luo Jiujiang almost fainted from the pain.
It was also at this critical moment that the blue dragon scales hanging on his chest suddenly burst into light.
"No, father. He is mine." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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