Huang Liang was startled, and looked up, only to see the spirit ships over there bursting open one by one.
It wasn't because it was destroyed by the blood race, but because the power to attack the city and the stronghold was continuously stimulated, the magic circle on the spirit boat could no longer hold up.
The explosion of the magic circle triggered the destruction of one after another spirit ships.
"Heaven is dead, my dragon is soaring!" Huang Liang's heart was ashamed, a mouthful of blood poured into his throat, and he sprayed out a mouthful of blood mist, his breath weakened rapidly.
Obviously there was hope again, but this hope was cruelly extinguished. The ups and downs of mood several times, even a person like Huang Liang couldn't bear it.
"Hahahaha!" Xue Xiao's stern laughter sounded, he stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed the head of a sword cultivator of Haoran Academy, as if carrying a small chicken, and his sarcasm spread throughout the battlefield: "I have to say, you guys The human race in the first world is qualified to be the blood food of my blood race, so resist as much as you want, and you will never have this opportunity in the future!"
While speaking, he squeezed hard with his hand, crushing the head of the Haoran Academy sword cultivator.
He looked up at Yuan Changcun, knowing that as long as he killed this person, the sword array that troubled him would be completely broken.
And Yuan Changcun was also seriously injured at the moment, with a large dent in his chest, which looked like he had been hit by a punch. When Xue Xiao looked at him, he clearly felt the breath of death.
With no thought of running away, Yuan Changcun just put his sword on his chest, and the aura of his whole body blended with the long sword in his hand, and the two became one.
As a sword cultivator, in the face of such a catastrophe, he has no reason to back down, and it is impossible for him to back down.
To die here is his only choice!
When the Qi was moving, seeing that the blood owl was about to attack, in the direction of the altar, there was a burst of extremely fierce and violent aura.
It was like an ancient ferocious beast that had been trapped for tens of thousands of years suddenly escaped from the barrier.
The boundless and noisy battlefield was suddenly quiet for a moment, and no matter whether it was the blood race or the soaring human race, there was a creepy feeling in their hearts.
It was as if there was an invisible beast crouching behind him, sticking out its long tongue and licking their necks.
Xue Xiao, who was indifferent even if he fell into the sword array, finally changed his face at this moment.
"Um?"
Turning his head to look in the direction of the altar, he saw a scarlet and slender figure in the midair over there at some point.
That figure is impressively a piece of armor about three feet high. The armor shows that it is covered with fine scales. On the elbows of both arms, there are two inverted bone spurs, shining with a cold light.
Yanjia's head has sharp edges and corners, which have been carefully chiseled by the top masters, and it has a cold golden and iron luster, and a pair of red blood eyes on the face reflect a chilling light.
A hard, wild, and ferocious aura pervaded unscrupulously, and that scarlet slender figure seemed to be the center of the entire world at this moment.
"Dragon's Breath..." Xue Xiao frowned.
Coming from the blood world, his knowledge is much more extensive than that of the monks in the dragon world.
Brother Long Teng could only feel the wild and overbearing aura that seemed to destroy everything from the scarlet slender figure, but Xue Xiao felt another aura.
Dragon's Breath!
That's the breath of a real dragon!
It is the breath of heaven and earth, the only one who is the only one!
"Yanjia?" Xue Xiao was a little confused.
It is already bizarre enough for something with dragon breath to appear in a world like this itself, but it is not impossible. After all, a powerful creature like a real dragon roams the void and may appear in any realm. JrNovels.com