Chapter 142

"Hoo Hoo"

Gusts of strong wind roared up. Before the body of Beiming mastiff stood firm, there was a terrible vitality fluctuation behind it.

It was too late to think about it. The Beiming mastiff turned fiercely. When the long sword was waving, a purple black snake quickly met it.

"Boom"

A deafening roar sounded instantly, and the center of the square was immediately shrouded in strong vitality.

"This... This boy is not dead!"

"What a terrible fluctuation of vitality. If it were me, it would be over at the moment!"

"Hum! Is my mastiff brother comparable to people like you?"

"Both of them are geniuses among geniuses. This game is destined to be a battle between dragons and tigers."

Looking at the vigorous center of the square, people began to whisper, which was very different from the previous loud abuse.

"Hoo Hoo"

The strong wind roared past, and the strong vitality began to break up slowly. The figures of Xiao Yihan and Beiming mastiff also gradually emerged in the sight of everyone.

The two men stood opposite each other at both ends of the square. At this time, the Beiming mastiff looked a little pale and stared at Xiao Yihan. His pupils were full of dignified color. On the contrary, Xiao Yihan still looked relaxed and freehand.

From the state of their performance, it can be seen that the Beiming mastiff obviously suffered a great loss in the just rapid battle.

"Hoo"

Just as everyone whispered, a burst of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and the Beiming mastiff flew straight into the air.

"Want to fight in the air? As you wish!" glanced at the Beiming mastiff lightly, and Xiao Yihan raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Xiao Yihan quickly caught up with him without any hesitation.

"Ow"

Just as Xiao Yihan was busy chasing the Beiming mastiff, a burst of animal roar suddenly sounded, and then a dark purple dragon wrapped with black lightning appeared in his sight.

"This... This is the strongest level of martial arts in the sky snake Jiao!"

"What you're talking about is the earth level high-level skill," heavenly snake Jiao "

"That's right! It's rumored that the emperor of Beiming passed on the martial arts of" heavenly snake Jiao "to Beiming mastiff. Now it seems to be completely true!"

"It is said that this skill can imitate dragons when practiced to the highest level. It has the power of breaking mountains and breaking the sea. It can be called terror!"

"No wonder! No wonder!... it seems that the boy is going to be in trouble this time!"

When the dark purple dragon appeared, the crowd immediately became noisy, and their faces were full of horror and disbelief.

"Go to hell!" looking at Xiao Yihan who came after him quickly, the pupil of Beiming mastiff suddenly burst into blood, roared, and suddenly waved his sword. The Jiaolong seemed to get some command, and quickly bent over Xiao Yihan's head.

Looking at the dark purple dragon constantly expanding in the pupil, Xiao Yihan flashed a cruel color in his eyes, held the blood Moro tightly, and a blood thirsty spirit filled the air in an instant.

"Ow"

With a roar, the black lightning raged wildly. The Jiaolong swallowed Xiao Yihan completely in the twinkling of an eye.

"Good!"

Seeing this scene, Beiming emperor clenched his fists and couldn't help shouting excitedly.

Staring at the high altitude with black lightning, Mo linger's jade hands couldn't help holding them tightly into fists. His beautiful eyes were flowing, and his pretty face was full of worry.

It was the blood devil ancestor who quietly looked at the high air, but his face was indifferent, as if he wouldn't be surprised by anything.

"Hehe, I don't believe you won't die this time!" floating quietly in the air, the Beiming mastiff's face was full of crazy smile, and a handsome face was completely distorted at this time.

"Ow"

At this time, a dragon chant suddenly sounded at the foot of the Beiming mastiff, making his excited heart fall into the ice cellar in an instant.

Hearing the reputation, at the foot of the Beiming mastiff, I don't know when there has been a black and gold dragon that is more than twice as big as the Jiaolong.

"Mastiff, be careful!" seeing this scene, the emperor of Beiming was shocked. When he spoke, his terrible vitality was all over his body.

Looking at the murderous appearance of the Beiming emperor, Mo linger's heart suddenly lifted up and hurriedly pushed the arm of the blood devil beside him.

"Brother Beiming, calm down!" glanced coldly at the Beiming emperor, and the blood demon ancestor said in a deep voice.

Hearing the words of the blood devil, the emperor of the northern underworld flashed a cold in his eyes and secretly bit his teeth, but he slowly took back his vitality.

"How could you..." looking at the approaching black and gold dragon, the face of the Beiming mastiff was full of panic. He wanted to escape, but the Soul Lake was very messy at this time, and his vitality was out of control.

"Sorry to disappoint you!"

Coldly looking at the pupils of the Beiming mastiff that opened because they were too frightened, a humanized bloodthirsty smile appeared on the black and gold dragon's face. The next second, the black and gold dragon rushed up and swallowed the Beiming mastiff's body.

"Ah!!!"

With a scream, the whole blood building was quiet.

Everyone looked at the high air at this time. For a time, they didn't know what to say.

"Click"

"Click"

The creepy chewing sound constantly stimulated everyone's nerves. The dark purple dragon had completely disappeared, and only a majestic black and gold dragon was left in the sky.

After a long time, the black and gold dragon also slowly collapsed, and everything in the sky was clearly presented in front of everyone at the moment.

Looking intently, Xiao Yihan held the blood moron in his hand, his eyes were cold and quietly floating in the air, while the Beiming mastiff fell freely with blood spurting all over his body.

"Bang"

The dull landing sound echoed quietly in the quiet square, as if a heavy hammer had hit everyone's heart.

"Mastiff... Brother mastiff, are you still alive?"

I don't know who said a word, a stone aroused thousands of waves, the quiet square suddenly boiled, and a group of people pushed and pushed the North Ming mastiff to run past.

When they saw the body of Beiming mastiff, everyone was silent. They looked up at the high air and looked at Xiao Yihan with an indifferent face, as if they were looking at a bloodthirsty demon God.

At this time, the Beiming mastiff's face was pale, his eyes were closed, his whole body was bathed in blood, and there was no breath. He was covered with terrible wounds. He could not see the human kind. He was already dead and could not die again.

"Ah!!! Little bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

With a roar, the tiger eyes of the emperor of the northern underworld instantly congested, and his vitality gushed out wildly, turning into a streamer and rushing towards Xiao Yihan.

"Brother Beiming! It's against the rules for you to do so!"

Before Beiming emperor approached Xiao Yihan, a figure had quietly blocked his way. It was the ancestor of the blood devil.

"Brother blood devil, are you going to stop me?" looking at the serious appearance of the blood devil ancestor, the excited mood of the Beiming emperor gradually calmed down. He didn't dare to be careless about the legend of the blood building.

"Rules are rules. No rules can't make a circle. Although Xiao Yihan killed the Beiming mastiff, it's also within the rules. If you kill him today, what's the dignity of my blood building?" during his speech, the vitality of the blood demon ancestor suddenly gushed out, and the rich blood gas filled the air, making the whole blood building start to vibrate slightly.

Staring coldly at the ancestor of the blood devil, the pupil of the Beiming emperor slowly contracted and felt the incomparably viscous blood gas. A sense of fear surged in the heart of the Beiming emperor.

Looking at the blood devil ancestor and the northern Ming emperor facing each other in the high air, Mo linger's pale green pupils flashed a trace of cold, and his jade hand gently stroked the storage bag, as if he was waiting for something.