Chapter 419

The fog dragon churned endlessly, traveling through the sea of ​​fog at an extremely fast speed, and its huge body was like a fish in water in this sea of ​​fog.

Stripes of fog flood dragons rushed out from all directions, besieging and killing Zhongli with gusts of evil wind.

Zhong Li's face was solemn, his body shook and the huge backpack on his back fell towards the ground, at the same time, his aura also changed suddenly, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, unstoppable.

Zhongli held the handle of the long saber tightly with his right hand. His hand was very steady without any trembling. Countless days and nights of hard training had made the sabering an instinct deep in his blood, so he was wielding the saber It's also very stable with a knife.

Zheng!

A flash of snow-white sword light suddenly appeared, and the special alloy war blade tore through the sky, and landed precisely on the body of a Wu Jiao.

But the fog dragon itself is not a living body, it is just the evolution of this piece of spiritual fog under Su Mu's control. For other life, the blow that is enough to kill the fog dragon is not painful or itchy.

The body of the Wu Jiao that was divided into two shrank and changed for a while, but in the blink of an eye, two smaller Wu Jiao appeared in mid-air, attacking Zhongli with bared teeth and claws.

Zhong Li's eyes were fixed, and he stepped on the ground repeatedly, forming potholes one after another. His figure flickered and appeared tens of meters away.

"Sure enough, purely physical attacks have no effect on these fog dragons. We have to try other methods."

If someone sees Zhongli's thick eyebrows and big eyes and thinks he is a big fool with insufficient IQ balance, then Zhongli will definitely make it clear to him.

How can Zhongli, who can bear the title of the world's number one person in his spiritual practice, be a brash man with a brain full of muscles?

Leaving aside the sophistication of the world, at least in terms of combat wisdom, Zhong Li is a top-notch genius.

After just testing the spear for a short time, Zhong Li roughly figured out the root of the Wu Jiao.

His way of thinking also changed accordingly, the aura in his body surged, and the lightning flashed on the alloy war blade, the blue-white lightning was dazzling.

The war blade in Zhongli's hand is infused with a large amount of special metals, some of which are very conductive to energy, and can maximize the power of energy. In the hands of a knowledgeable person, it is really priceless.

A fog dragon slipped out of the sea of ​​fog insidiously, silently touching Zhongli's back.

But Zhongli seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, he twisted his body without looking at it, the long knife fell, and the fog dragon was split in two.

The power of thunder contained in the long knife erupted loudly, annihilating the aura in Wujiao's body. Without the support of aura, Wujiao turned into an ordinary mist, which could never recover.

The fog dragon completely disappeared like this.

Zhongli's eyes burst into a gleam: "It's really possible!"

He stomped heavily on his right foot, and the soil under his feet seemed to be hit by a high-explosive grenade, and the explosion sputtered like fireworks.

With the help of this recoil force, Zhong Li jumped up high, and he actually took the initiative to meet the surrounding Wu Jiao.

Zhong Li waved the long knife in his hand, one knife was faster than another, and in the end he could only see the continuous light of the knife in the air, which formed an impenetrable rain curtain and tore apart all the fog dragons.

The power of thunder continuously wiped out the spiritual energy hidden in Wu Jiao's body. When the light of the sword disappeared without a trace, only Zhong Li was left floating down from the sky.