This sword is inlaid with seven top monsters, each of which contains different mysterious energy, and even the black and unbreakable scales can be easily destroyed.

Long Long guess, perhaps this can help the local sword.

Xiao Yu took this sword very hard. Long Long used Long Yan to protect her. It is almost reaching the limit. It is struggling to support, and there is no way to use the spiritual power to help Xiao Yu raise the sword.

Everything can only rely on Xiao Yu himself.

Xiao Yu held the "local sword" tightly in both hands, took a deep breath, all the power gathered in the palm of his hand, clenched his teeth, made the strength of eating, and barely lifted the sword.

The hot temperature is getting more and more roasted.

Even if Dragon Dragon is no longer urging, Xiao Yu can feel that Dragon Dragon's Dragon Yan is gradually weakening, and she has not much time.

Xiao Yu took a breath and tried to stretch the sword and insert it into the Dingdi. She could use the "local sword" to take away the fire. She was excited and excited. It was only in the heart, and the surface remained clenched. The state of the teeth.

She did not dare to relax, she was going to take the Ding and the fire away with a bang.

However.

The idea is beautiful and the reality is too cruel.

No matter how hard Xiao Yu is, he can't move the local sword. Xiao Xiao's delicate face is getting more and more red, and Longlong's dragon is only a thin layer.

"Master, leave here, Dragon Dragon will not work, Longyan will soon disappear, the master will be turned into ashes."

The dragon's voice is very weak, and it can't help but Xiao Xiaodao.

The eyes and the fire are in front of you, and it has already tried its best, but it still cannot be taken away.

Maybe this is God's will.

It is destined that this time will not succeed.

The dragon is very lost. At this moment, the only thing it can do is to protect Xiao Yu from leaving this piece of fire safely.

Xiao Yu is not reconciled. The fire is a deadly temptation for the alchemy teacher. At this time, she is told to give up. How can she get it?

Xiao Yu’s crazy effort, she wants to make the final struggle.

Time seems to be slow, every second is so long, so important to Xiao Yu.

The sounds urged by the dragons have also become frequent, from weak to sharp, and every sound has stimulated Xiao’s brainwaves.

"The dragon can't hold it, the master won't leave, we will all die here."

The dragon is about to cry. It is a young golden dragon. It doesn't want to die in this place at all.

If it is burned to death by the fire, it can save a little face, burned to death by fire, too faceless, the dragon will be ashamed of it.

Xiao Yu’s reason was pulled back to reality by Long Long, and she realized that she had done something. She was shocked and hurriedly closed her hand. She wanted to get back the “local sword”.

Who knows, "the local sword" seems to be sucked by the tripod's site, no matter how hard she uses, she can't draw a half.

Xiao Yu gave up.

She can't die here, she still has a little life in her stomach, and there is a dragon in her gods.

She is alone, carrying two fresh lives, how can she die?

When Xiao Yu let go of the "local sword" and prepared to escape, the accident happened.

Her hands seemed to be stuck on the hilt of the Tujia sword, and how the fingers could not stretch.

This fucking...

Xiao Yu has a dog's expression.

God can't contact Feng Lingran, and can't contact the purple clothes. Xiao Yu has no way to ask for help. The hot is more and more obvious, as if to burn her body.

Is she going to die here?

Xiao Yu closed her eyes in pain. She didn't want to get tired of dragons. Why should she take a dragon life?

She knows the dragon dragon: "Dragon, you are leaving here, leave me alone."

Her voice is very calm, as if the dragon is leaving, she will not have anything.

However.

Dragon Dragon as her contract beast, how can I not know what the master is experiencing?

Dragons cannot explain this strange vision.

Unless you cut off Xiao Yu’s hands, you can save Xiao Yu’s life.

Longlong knew that Xiao Yu would not be willing to be cut off his hands, time is tight, in order to save Xiao Yu, and the children in her stomach, Long Long made his own claim and used the last spiritual power.

Jinguang turned into a sharp blade, falling across the sky, chopping Xiao Xiao hands.

Xiao Yu was shocked and couldn't help but slam the exit: "Fucking, to cut the hand of the old lady, I won't say it in advance!"

Dragon Dragon shed tears in the sea of ​​Xiao Yu: "Master, sorry, sorry." Long Long just wants to keep your life.

Just when Xiao Yu thought that his hands were not guaranteed, he could save his life.

Boom!

A blue fire ran along the sword of the local tyrant and rushed to her hands and body.

The dragon in Xiaoshen’s sea was directly hit by a fly, and the golden illusion of the blade met the cyan fire and was burned into broken foam.

at this time.

Feng Ling in the fire sea seems to have encountered a powerful force, directly pushed by the power away from the sea of ​​fire.

The dragon's body came, Feng Shaoqi and Xiaoqi, as well as Shenmo core people were surprised, and avoided.

boom!

The dragon dragon is very heavy, and the dragon's mouth squirts long blood, like a bright red blood waterfall, and the ground is dyed red into a river.

Feng Shaoqi saw Feng Lingran and Longlong come up, but he did not see Xiao Yu. He hurriedly asked: "Dragon, my nephew? Why didn't she come up with you?"

All eyes, like the gathering of light, are all gathered on the dragon.

Feng Lingran, Ziyi, Xiaoqi and Feng Shaoqi are concerned about the eyes, Shenmo core is concerned about the kind of fire.

The dragon dragon raised the golden head weakly and looked in the direction of the sea of ​​fire. Gradually, the sad expression was revealed, and the tears dripped one by one.

Without its shelter, the master could not stand in the sea of ​​fire.