This time, Jiaolong seems to have no other means, and is completely relying on the strength of the flesh to resist the lightning. After one blow, the scales on the dragon's body were suddenly cracked, and the blood couldn't stop flowing outwards, dripping into the cold pond. Seeing this, Leng Xuan couldn't help clenching his fists, and a heart was mentioned in his throat. There are still two thunder tribulations, as long as the dragon persists, it can successfully transform into a dragon. At this moment, the daoist next to him lightly patted his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Attention, people from the Anti-Water Alliance will appear at any time. Later, I will do my best to kill the Gu Master, and you are responsible for covering me. "

  Leng Xuan nodded, expressing his understanding. At this time, another purple thunder and lightning fell from the sky and bombarded the body of the Jiaolong. I saw that the Flood Dragon opened its mouth and let out a miserable cry, and the more than ten meters long body was tightly curled together, shaking violently. And on its body, the scales and armor are everted, and the flesh and blood burst out, which is terrible.

   At this moment, in the surrounding green forest, a dozen men suddenly appeared, holding baskets high in their hands, and pouring the black liquid contained in them onto Jiaolong's body. The black liquid followed the broken scales of the dragon, and instantly melted into its flesh and blood. The Flood Dragon suddenly screamed in pain, and its body struggled and swayed. At the same time, I saw the old man in purple slowly walking out from behind an ancient tree. He held the complicated spells in both hands and muttered words in his mouth, as if he was manipulating the poison in Jiaolong's body. Seeing this, Daoist Broker immediately said, "Leng Xuan, do it." After speaking, he suddenly moved his body and rushed towards the Gu Master. And Leng Xuan also followed closely behind him, and summoned the Xuanyang Sword, ready to fight at any time.

   Seeing the enemy attack, the Gu Master was indifferent, as if he didn't care about their attack at all. The Daoist's head sank suddenly, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He quickly reminded: "Be careful." As his voice fell, he saw three middle-aged men rushing out from behind the Gu Master. Dongnan Huo, the head of the Yellow Hall of the League, Luo Fu, the head of Xuantang, and Guo Chaoyang, the elder of the Anti-Shui League. The three of them shot together and greeted Leng Xuan and Daoist. (Note: I made a mistake before. The four halls of the Adverse Water Alliance are the four halls of Tiandi Xuanhuang, and the four halls of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu belong to the Qinglong Association. Correct it here, sorry!)

  Leng Xuan's complexion changed slightly, he gritted his teeth secretly, then waved the Xuanyang sword in his hand, and slashed towards the southeast fire fiercely. Dongnanhuo sneered, and a azure light condensed in his hand, which slammed the Xuanyang sword fiercely. A loud 'bang' sounded, and Leng Xuan and Dongnanhuo each took more than ten steps back before they stabilized their bodies. On the other side, with the cooperation of Luo Fu and Guo Chaoyang, the Daoist did not take advantage, and flew back to Leng Xuan's side.

I just heard Luo Fu sneer: "Do you think your whereabouts are unknowing? In fact, since you entered the valley, we have already discovered it, but in order to avoid disturbing the beast, we have not done it for a long time." Leng Xuan turned his head to look at the dragon, and saw that it was still struggling in mid-air. Moreover, Leng Xuan felt that its aura was getting weaker and weaker, as if he would die at any time. The Taoist frowned and said, "This Flood Dragon has yet to survive a thunderstorm. If you torture it so much now, how could it have the strength to survive the calamity. If it fails, what's the use of your painstaking arrangements."