Chapter 947： Broken wing

Yan Wanglong rushed out of the spiritual realm, and its primary goal was the Dragon God of Yanfeng.

However, between the Yanfeng Dragon God and it, there is still a centipede sword claw formation composed of members of the Earth Sword Sect, and the Cinder Black Dragon is deeply caught in the siege of those demigod-level sword masters.

Yan Wanglong swung his sickle and the wings of the death **** to fly by, and all the sky light was instantly obscured by its huge body. The surrounding area was pitch black. Yan Wanglong's body was slightly tilted in mid-air. Suddenly the wings of the sickle behind became extremely magnificent. !

"Huh!!!"

The death wing of the sickle slashed down vigorously, and the land of Wushi and the hillside of Wushi instantly split into two, and the centipede formation composed of thousands of sword masters of the local sect was also torn apart under the wings of the sickle, six to seven hundred. The members of the local sect were either cut open their arms, or the big sword in their hands was broken, the bright red blood bloomed like red lotus in the crowd, and groups of king-level powerhouses, demigods, and quasi-gods fell in groups. In this pool of blood, there is constant wailing.

The Cinder Black Dragon was blasted to the ground not long ago. It got up in anger and screamed frantically. As a result, all the sword masters around him were resolved, which made its roar a little embarrassing. .

The chubby claws scratched his head, and the Cinder-Chin Black Dragon roared again, and rushed towards the other group of swordsmen. Who knew that Yan Wanglong's body was once again in mid-air, and its left wing was terrifying at this time. Slashed down!

"Huh!!!"

I could only see the huge sickle shadow blinking by the day and earth, followed by blood splashing, and the ember black dragon arrived in front of the group of swordsmen. All of these swordsmen fell down again, and their arms were broken. The legs are covered all over the floor...

The chubby claws scratched his head again, and the Lianjin Heilong reluctantly stepped past the group of vulnerable sword masters, and stared at a sword master **** child-level person.

When the members of the Earth Sword faction saw such a brave Yan Wanglong, they were so frightened that the entire formation was about to disperse. They retreated one after another, to a position where the Yanfeng Dragon God could bless.

The Dragon God of Yanfeng has already reached the foot of Wushi Mountain. Although it has half of its body rooted in the soil, it can move long distances by burrowing in the ground, and as long as it shows up, the soil will be immediately affected by it. Affected by the Breath of Flame Maple, the soil becomes extremely hot, and from time to time there will be underground magma overflowing from the cracks in the ground, staying longer, and even turning the surrounding into a molten pool!

At this time, the surrounding area of ​​the Yanfeng Dragon God has turned into a pool of red flames. Its body is bent backwards, and it continuously conveys the hot breath of the molten earth to its neck through the roots of its body, and the dragon The heart was tempered to a higher temperature state. As its neck swelled like a snake, the Dragon God of Yanfeng suddenly spewed a terrifying river of flames into the heaven and earth! !

The billowing lava was accompanied by fierce maple fire, and a magnificent and devastating river of flames drew from the earth to the sky, rushing to the horizon, shocked!

This Yanhe Breath was clearly directed at Yan Wanglong. Yan Wanglong was still agile. Its body fell sharply in mid-air, and its wings brushed against the Yan River. The tip of the death god’s sickle wing was stained with maple fire, but it was very He was soon killed by Yan Wanglong with the breath of evil spirits.

"Wow!!!!"

The dragon's heart swelled again, and the Yanfeng Dragon God spit out the terrifying Yanhe toward Yan Wanglong again.

"Wow!!!!"

This second Yan River rushed again and leaned into the sky. Before the Yan River was completely tumbling, the third Yan River spewed out again. It was parallel to the ground and rolled at low altitudes. The liquid of magma When the drops fell on the ground, a thick burning fire formed instantly...

Soon the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh Yanhe spit out from the mouth of the Dragon God of Yanfeng. This small world seemed to be filled with one after another Yanhe, no matter Is it the rain of flames that is constantly falling from the clouds, the raging flames in mid-air, or the river of lava burning on the earth, all turn the small world at the end of the gods of Wushi Mountain into a **** of flames, red and scorching hot , Full of burnt smell everywhere!

Yan Wanglong was forced to retreat.

It tried to rush through this Yanchuan area several times, and the hot dragon heart flame made its dragon scales burn.

In desperation, Yan Wanglong could only fly into the position where Nuwa Dragon was.

The ground under the Nüwa Dragon presented a faint blue totem, and the area covered by the totem was not affected by any Yanhe River.

Nuwa Dragon evoked the deep sand in the sky, and wanted to extinguish the Dragon Heart Yanchuan, but Wupao Sect Master Chu Chengying constantly prevented Nuwa Dragon from casting spells, forcing Nuwa Dragon to focus on his swordsmanship.

"Nah." Nuwalong glanced at Yan Wanglong and motioned to Yan Wanglong to block the master Chu Chengying.

The Yan Wanglong stayed in the Nüwa Dragon, so naturally he wouldn't do nothing. It raised the Yan Wanglong horn and slammed into Chu Chengying with the huge brute force of the giant dragon. Chu Chengying inserted the sword into the ground. In the middle, a sword of the mountain is evoked to resist the aggressive Hades Dragon.

Yan Wanglong’s dragon horns are extremely hard and strong. The mountain peak made of black stone was directly smashed into powder by Yan Wanglong, and Chu Chengying was also lifted a few miles away by Yan Wanglong’s Yan Wanglong horn...

As soon as Chu Chengying was blasted away, Nuwa Dragon immediately performed the Iwakura magic.

It danced softly in the air, and in the fiery red sky, a touch of brown sky veil appeared. Under the brown sky veil, the heat quickly cooled in the sky veil, and the path made the sky and the earth look like The torn, red blood flowing in Yanchuan also seemed to be soothed and healed, the Yanchuan was extinguished, and the sky returned to its original appearance, and the Yanyan Purgatory was completely faded away.

However, the Yanfeng Dragon God is a god-level existence after all, and Nuwa Dragon just broke its Yanchuan breath, it immediately penetrated into the ground, and then broke out of the ground without any precautions by Yan Wanglong!

It was still the horrible sawed spine. As the Yanfeng Dragon God rushed out of the underground, he once again transformed into a flaming dragon saw and saw it down towards Yan Wanglong.

Yan Wanglong reacted fairly quickly, and immediately closed the death god's sickle wing forward, and used the sickle wing as a sickle shield to block the jigsaw of the Yanfeng Dragon God!

"Kiss~~~~~~~~~~~"

Both the scales of Yanfeng Dragon God’s sawed spine and Yan Wanglong’s death wing scales are extremely tough. However, Yan Wanglong has not reached the level of the Lord after all. You can see that its death wings have been sawed with a long wound. , The scales are broken, the blood is overflowing, and the wing bones are also exposed!

Yan Wanglong slid backward, Yanfeng Dragon God's body is extremely domineering, trying to directly saw the Yan Wanglong's death wings, to saw its dragon body together!

"Withered roar!!!"

Yan Wanglong suddenly burst into the flames of the Netherworld, and rolled towards the Dragon God of Yanfeng.

The Yanfeng Dragon God seemed to have decided to kill, and despite the ghostly flame, the scaly spines on its back saw the death wings of Yan Wanglong as its skin squirmed, and saw the skeleton of the death wings!

"coffee!"

With a sound of horror, Yan Wanglong's wings were sawn off, and the sickle and wing joints were completely detached.

Fortunately, Yan Wanglong was ready to lay down its wings. When the wings were sawed off, it also rolled over, avoiding the sawing dragon that followed closely!

"Roar!!!!"

Yan Wanglong's body is covered with Nether fire. Under the blood of the dragon's martial body, no matter how serious the injury, it will not weaken its high spirits. Its Nether fire becomes more and more vigorous, and finally turns into a mouthful of Nether dragon flame. , Spit out on the body of Yanfeng Dragon God!

In order to kill Yan Wanglong and put himself in a very aggressive position, Yan Wanglong, who was cut off from the death wings, sprayed a sigh of Nether Dragon Flame!

The Nether Dragon Flame exploded and burned on the body of the Dragon God Yanfeng, bringing the pain of burning the soul of the Dragon God Yanfeng!

The Yanfeng Dragon God twisted his body, slapped the ground indiscriminately, and smashed the surrounding ground. It wanted to pounce on Yan Wanglong again, wanted to chase Yan Wanglong, and wanted to kill Yan Wanglong, but the fire of the Nether was burning. It is its dragon soul, and if it stays, its soul will be burned!

As a last resort, the Dragon God Yanfeng plunged into the soil again and escaped from the Nether Dragon Flame area of ​​Yan Wanglong.

This time, the Dragon God Yanfeng did not immediately emerge again, obviously it also needs to use the earth's soil to adjust its breath for a while to extinguish the Nether Fire.

There was blood gushing from the broken wing of Yan Wanglong, and the blood flowed to its back.

But its nether fire pupils were still staring at the earth, as if looking for the location of the Dragon God of Yanfeng.

The continuous battle, and this time the wing break, actually made Yan Wanglong look a little tired.

Only, unless death.

Yan Wanglong’s fighting spirit will never be extinguished. Its nether fire pupils seemed to perceive the slightest strangeness in the soil, and suddenly raised its head slightly, and spit out the first place toward a piece of slightly reddish soil at a distance of four or five miles. Two mouthfuls of Nether Dragon Flame!

The Nether Dragon Flame is dark blue with dark characteristics. Com has some life-corrupting properties. The ebony-grown forest instantly turned into ashes. The Yanfeng Dragon God was obviously going to get out from there. He just exposed his head and neck, and was immediately caught by Nether Dragon Flame. She drew back in shock, like a gopher!

Without the Yanfeng Dragon God, the sword masters of the local sect were completely defeated by the Thunder Gong Zilong, Tianshalong, Cangluan and Qinghuanglong, and they were already in a trend of retreat.

However, Zhu Minglang didn't feel happy when he saw Yan Wanglong, who was severely injured and still deterring the Yanfeng Dragon God on the battlefield.

Nüwa Dragon and Yan Wanglong are both **** generals, even if they have different talents and excellent bloodlines, it is really too reluctant to deal with the existence of the two major gods...

"Xiao Lang, come here!"

At this moment, Zhu Tianguan's voice finally came out from the ancient village.

I wish Minglang extremely happy.

Hold on for a while, Yan Wanglong!

I will cut off the roots of the Dragon God Yanfeng for you immediately!