"Stop talking nonsense! I really can't hold on!"

Liu Zhengyang felt the power of his control, even in his control, he still had a feeling of fright.

The blood dragon shook his head: "You can't do this! Remember that the blood dragon spear is out, and if you go forward, how can you have any fear? The Emperor Tuoba swept everything back then, relying on this indomitable spirit! Boy, you have to learn There are too many things!"

Fortunately, with all that said, the blood dragon no longer instills energy.

"Remember this feeling! Even if you use your own vigor in the future, you can still severely damage or even kill the tiger cub on the opposite side!"

The blood dragon said lightly, and then placed the soul on the whirlpool.

What a familiar feeling!

Although the seal of this Demon Realm is much weaker, the demon clan cub on the opposite side is also much weaker!

I just don’t know if anyone still remembers Tuoba Renhuang? Does anyone remember the blood dragon spear that can pierce the sky out of the hole?

A faint melancholy spread from the blood dragon's thoughts, and then the blood dragon's eyes suddenly brightened.

"die!"

The White Tiger King in the distance did not dare to delay any longer. At this time, every breath was a drain on the future! Naturally, it is necessary to make a quick fight, and to stop one's loss as much as possible is the most important thing.

"It's now! Remember this feeling!"

This is the second time the blood dragon has spoken to remind Liu Zhengyang.

Although the blood dragon had something to say, it was very annoying to speak, but Liu Zhengyang was still very convinced by what he said, and he was carefully perceiving the trajectory of the blood dragon's mobilized soul power in his body.

Slowly, Liu Zhengyang felt that his mind was absorbed in this trick.

Almost subconsciously, Liu Zhengyang asked, "What is the name of this trick?"

"Open heaven!"

The Blood Dragon Spear said faintly, and then he separated from the body.

The White Tiger King was originally full of confidence in his own attack, even if he could not kill Liu Zhengyang, it would be enough to inflict him severely.

But soon he realized that he was thinking too much!

Liu Zhengyang's eyes were clearly hollow, but he felt that he was locked in by an extremely powerful force. The creepy feeling gave him the illusion of being killed!

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Zhong Mengchen's mouth, who was already at the end of the crossbow.

Holding the last Jianglu Dan in his mouth, he could only say softly and helplessly: "Liu Zhengyang, don't let me down! Lao Tzu has even the blood on your body!"

Of course, this can only be said in my heart.

After all, he Zhong Mengchen is a gentleman in the eyes of outsiders, how can he open his mouth and shut his mouth!

"Open heaven!"

Liu Zhengyang suddenly spoke, speaking slowly, with doubts, thoughts and relief, but as soon as these words were spoken, a huge tip of a gun appeared in front of him.

The tip of the gun is just a phantom, and there is only one head.

But even so, the Demon King in the whirlpool suddenly let out a weird cry, and he didn't know what to say.

It may be that the power of the blood dragon spear has forced out its native language.

"Do not!"

The power of Baihuwang's granules was irreversible, but his instinctive desire to survive made him quickly deviate from his body, and the tip of the gun glided past his body.

Even so, his body attached by the power of blood suddenly exploded in half!

Then the huge tip of the gun slowly fell on the whirlpool.

Zhuangruokaitian!