MTL - Man Huang Feng Bao-Chapter 238 Dragon streak

At the end of life and death, the remaining dozens of adventurers united and struggled to kill the earthen dragons that were drilled from the ground. Walking along the sidelines, we continued to advance forward. On the way, there were successive dragons rushing out of the poisonous mist, and the two sides launched a fierce fight.

These dragons are very fierce. It takes only a moment from the stone carving to become a real dragon with flesh and blood. It bursts out of violent power, and from time to time there are adventurers falling down. There are more and more dragons falling on the ground.

The adventurers who can break into the magic dragon road and survive to the present, regardless of the sect of the sect, are still masters, and the most unfortunate is also a real person. The dragon guards on both sides of the Dragon Road are very powerful, but a dozen real-life masters unite and the combat power is not to be underestimated.

Ye Chuan took the little dragon far away and watched carefully.

A pterosaur chest was severely hit, and the earthquake flew out. After a humming sound, the body crashed into the ground, just falling heavily in front of the rocks that Ye Chuan and Xiaolonger were hiding. Struggling for a moment, the vitality of the pterosaurs dissipated like a tide, and the skin lost its elasticity and stiffened and turned into a stone sculpture. The body cracked, and there were countless cracks. When the cold wind blew, it cracked into hundreds of pieces. The huge head just fell in front of Ye Chuan, a touch of light, faintly emanating from the faucet of the wing.

Have treasures?

Ye Chuan’s eyes brightened, and he remembered the crystal villain who fell after the death of many stone sculptures in Shilin, and quickly turned over the wing cadaver. Sure enough, a blue crystal appeared in front of you. The size of the fist is the same, the blue tentacle is cold, and looks like a rune at a distance. It looks like a miniature version of the pterosaur, eyes, claws, wings... in a close look, even the fluff on the wings is clearly visible. It is as vivid as a small pterosaur that develops in the embryo.

This is..., a piece of dragon spar?

Ye Chuan was excited and felt a wave of pure power fluctuations in the blue spar. The demon dragon rune in the body accelerated the rotation and echoed.

The crystal villains that are obtained in the ordinary dog-head stone carvings and tiger-head stone carvings are so precious. Is this dragon dragon guarding the dragon-shaped spar in the body, is it worth a hundred times, and contains more mysterious?

Ye Chuan's eyes were hot, and he was about to reach out and pull out the blue spar. The body suddenly stood still.

A sharp sword light came from behind, murderous.

Ye Chuan slightly tilted his head, the eyes of the night saw a black robe middle-aged man flying on the flying sword, holding a sharp rifle, the head of the hair was bloody, cold and murderous. Xiaolonger’s body swelled and his face was pale and he held Ye Chuan’s thigh. He didn’t look at this powerful master.

"Little dragon, don't be afraid!" Ye Chuan reached out and touched the head of Xiaolonger, calm and calm.

"Bold, where are the guys, the loot of our Beijing Dragon House, you dare to grab, don't want to live?"

The black robes with the long guns screamed in disgust, and the big hands emptied, taking the blue spar into the hands. These dozens of adventurers have different attire, but the same waist cards are hung around their waists. It doesn't look like ordinary dispersal, nor is it a demon sect, but it comes from the same family. It's no wonder that there is unity.

Ye Chuan stood motionless, letting the black robe take the blue spar into his hand.

This dragon spar is hard to come by, perhaps recording a powerful heavenly power method, perhaps containing awesome energy, refining a lot of benefits. However, the black robe people came to the forefront, not far from there are more than a dozen powerful companions, no one is a good-looking generation, Ye Chuan does not want to easily break out with them.

"Hey, the district monk is seven heavy, but also with a little fart boy dare to break into the magic dragon road, it is really tired. Kid, what is your name, where did you come from?" Black robe people coldly looked up and down Ye Chuan At first glance, after picking up the blue spar, the pickpocket did not leave immediately, and a pair of eyes were cold and cold.

After the fierce battle, Ye Chuan’s shirt was broken and bloody, and it was already recognized that it was the robes of Yunwu Zong. Obviously, this middle-aged man in black robes regards Ye Chuan as the same as they are, and he is still alone and alone.

In the wild world, Zongmen disciples are very common, but the battle between the discourses is more **** and direct, often hitting a shot without a word. Every year, there are a lot of scattered repairs in the corners that no one knows.

"Ye Chuan, live near the Cloudy Mountains."

Ye Chuan replied, his face was not moving, but he was alert in the dark, the **** is a bad guy. Looked at it carefully, and suddenly I feel that this guy’s costume is faintly familiar, a bit like...

A figure of a ghost, suddenly appeared in Yechuan’s mind, and once behind the scenes, the black ambassador of the three elders Bai Yanhu!

Compared with the black ambassador, the repair of the middle-aged man in front of the black robe is far worse. Only the real person is heavy, but the black robes, the sinister tone, and the extraordinarily cold atmosphere are all like a glimpse. Like the same door of the black messenger, or the man.

Jingcheng Longjia, Ye Chuan silently remembered, remembered the name.

Originally, when the three elders Bai Yanhu died, he thought that the clue could not be dug up the black messenger behind the scenes. Unexpectedly, I suddenly encountered a clue here.

"Ye Chuan, well, this name is good. It is like the name of a dead person. Hey, boy, monk is also afraid to come in, and sooner or later he will die. Don't mess with us. The deity will send you two." One way, hehe..."

The middle-aged man in black robe smirked and suddenly shot a spur of Ye Chuan's chest. He had to shoot through Ye Chuan's body in a shot, and even put the little dragons behind him behind the strings and started to be ferocious.

The screaming wind came again, accompanied by a piercing sound.

The black robe middle-aged man, such as Thunder lightning, is fast and embarrassing. The two people did not know each other, and they did not complain. Ye Chuan had already given him the dragon streak. This guy still did not give up, and did not want Ye Chuan to follow the matter behind him.

Ye Chuan was silent, his lower body stood still, and his upper body suddenly shook.

Hey! A spurt, sharp rifle whizzed past Ye Chuan, and dangerously and dangerously scratched Xiaolonger's scalp.

"Oh... it’s not good, it’s not slow, boy, come back, see how the deity...”

The middle-aged man in the black robe screamed a little unexpectedly, and then his face suddenly swelled and his body strength fluctuated sharply. However, the sharp rifle was not pulled out by Ye Chuan's right arm, and the teeth were fully pulled out and pulled again. The rifle still did not move.

The face of the middle-aged man in black robe, all of a sudden discolored, his eyes flashed a horror and knew to look away. Looking at the calm face of Ye Chuan, suddenly a strong uneasiness.