MTL - Darkness is Coming-Chapter 725 Paint the night sky, capture the dragon

  “Age.to.age (years are long)

  I.feel.the.call

  Memory.of.future.dreams

  You.and.I, riding.the.sky

  Keeping.the.fire.bright

  We.lit.the.fire

  And.the.fire.lit.the.world.of.our.next "

The singing of Xingye Xingyun was not only spread in Shanghai City through the air as a medium, but also spread all over the world through the Internet. Internet celebrities and video producers who were good at capturing opportunities took action one after another, combining the live broadcast with the song titled "star. sky" (the sky with shining stars) was edited together to make a majestic and soul-shaking video that made the audience's hair stand on end and their blood boiled.

   But compared with the official high-definition version released by Yuanjiuhui, these videos are not worth mentioning. There are zero-one bases using unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, reconnaissance satellites and other shooting methods, and the high-definition video taken can become a large-scale publicity film that attracts worldwide attention. comparable.

  In addition to the video, Yuanjiuhui also made a series of high-definition still pictures into promotional posters, which were widely disseminated through various media channels, making the image of the black-haired and white-haired boy deeply rooted in the hearts of the people at an unprecedented speed. After tonight, President Yang's name is known to the world!

  The waves outside the battlefield are becoming more and more magnificent, and the fierce fighting in the battlefield is gradually reaching a climax.

   Yinlong originally wanted to escape from this place, but it couldn't stand Yang Xiaoqian's provocation. Although it could not understand Yang Xiaoqian's words, it could still feel Yang Xiaoqian's disdain, contempt and ridicule from Yang Xiaoqian's expression and actions.

   A little bug smaller than a fingernail, how could it stand on the dragon's nose and look down on the dragon? This is an intolerable insult! So Yinlong gave up the idea of ​​escaping and started to do complicated three-dimensional maneuvers. He wanted to use inertia and aerial motion that ordinary creatures can't bear to throw the little bug out of his nose, and then use the dragon's breath to freeze the little bug in the ice crystals of 10,000 years. .

   Its thinking is not wrong, but it is doomed to fail because it does not know its opponent. Whether it was diving, climbing, or spinning backwards, every time Yinlong shook his head, Yang Xiaoqian would turn into a black fog that could not be grasped, and Yinlong's body and tail could be easily dissipated. This black fog, even the gust of wind brought by when turning the body can blow away the black fog, but it can't make the black fog disappear, nor can it get rid of the black fog's stalking.

Whenever the silver dragon stopped in the black mist, strands of black mist would gather on top of its head and change back to human form, and then the silver dragon would find that the **** "bug" was standing again. on his nose.

   This frustration made the raging silver dragon on the verge of madness, and the anger that eroded his reason gradually blinded its perception, making it unable to notice that more and more black mist crept into its mouth along the crevices of its teeth.

   On the other side, after the Chilong flew to the airspace near Yinlong and Yang Xiaoqian, the "missiles" that were chasing behind it turned off one after another, and disappeared under the cover of night.

  Faced with the embarrassed silver dragon in front of him, the red dragon made a decisive decision. It spewed a dragon breath towards the location of the silver dragon and fell into the pit!

   Looking at it from a distance, it seems as if a stroke of cinnabar red is suddenly added to the painting where the three colors of white, black and gray overlap.

   This blush is too abrupt and uncoordinated, like throwing a brush of Western oil paint on a spiritual ink painting, completely destroying the beauty of the ink painting, but it brings a stronger visual impact.

   The red pillar of fire washed over the body of the silver dragon, causing its ice-like dragon scales to melt and fall off in large areas. Yinlong had been hit by two anti-aircraft missiles before, and with such serious injuries, he had reached the brink of death.

  The silver dragon let out a wailing, and then did not fight back, and even fluttered its wings to escape. It seems that for it, its own life is still more precious than the majesty of the dragon.

  Chilong chased after the victory, while Yang Xiaoqian unexpectedly fell into crisis.

The previous dragon breath seemed to be together with the black mist, attacking the silver dragon left and right, but in fact, when the flame swept through, it also burned a large amount of black mist into fly ash, and once the black mist was exhausted, Yang Xiaoqian's combat power would also be reduced. then exhausted.

   In addition, there is a more serious problem: the dragon's breath has a large range, and its burning ability is extremely strong, creating an anaerobic zone when attacking the silver dragon.

  Although this anaerobic zone is not large in scope and lasts for a short time, it still caused a lot of trouble to Yang Xiaoqian.

   Fortunately, Yinlong chose to retreat and left the anaerobic area with the black mist wrapped around him.

   On the other hand, Chilong suddenly whined and rolled in the air. Just now, the red dragon was distracted by the fierce battle situation and pursued the silver dragon wholeheartedly, allowing the invisible black ghost to approach, the black ghost flew to the top of the dragon's head, rode on its neck, and inserted the black blade into the red dragon. 's left eye.

   At this time, both giant dragons had been seriously injured. Yang Xiaoqian returned to human form again. He stood empty in the sky and beckoned a black cloud, like a god.

  The two giant dragons are shrouded in black clouds, making it impossible for the camera to record what happened inside. Since it is to show the world how powerful it is, it is natural to keep a little mystery at the end. As long as the audience is given room to imagine, their imagination will work best.

   In the dark cloud, the pale-faced Yang Xiaoqian tried his best to control the pervasive black mist, and got into the dragon's body to wreak havoc. The indestructible scales and outer armor could not protect the dragon, and they were injured again and again by the attacks of the Black Ghost and the Black Mist, and the dragon breath they spewed again and again could only reduce the amount of the Black Mist, but could not hurt Yang Xiao in the slightest.

   After ten minutes of fighting, the two giant dragons finally lost their ability to resist, and there was no energy left to escape, even flapping their wings was so laborious, not to mention counterattack.

   And Yang Xiaoqian, from the beginning to the end, maintained a calm attitude, even if Longxi once touched his cheek, he was still calm.

   This is of course a deliberate appearance. In fact, this battle was never easy for Yang Xiaoqian. If the two giant dragons were not bombarded by anti-aircraft missiles first and then killed each other, I am afraid the battle would not have gone so smoothly. To kill, you can be sure, but to exhaust the dragons like this, and then capture them alive, is as difficult as going to the sky.

   Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaoqian condensed the last remaining black mist into two giant hands that covered the sky and the sun, each grabbed the head of a giant dragon, and threw it towards the ground.

  The giant dragon fell on the Hongkou Stadium, like a popular fall, crushing a dozen smaller monsters into flesh, and hitting explosive dust higher than the Oriental Pearl Tower.

Amidst the smoke, Yang Xiaoqian quietly landed. He stood up straight, but his hair and windbreaker danced in the air. Many monsters inside and outside the stadium, like Yang Xiaoqian, stood still, staring blankly at the center of the stadium. There, two giant dragons fell on the left and right sides of Yang Xiaoqian, dying.

   The dizziness swept through like a big wave. Yang Xiaoqian used the remaining little black mist to form a cane, leaning on the cane with his left hand, covering his face with his right hand, gently wiping the blood line under the nose wing, and then let out two suppressed coughs.

   "cough cough"

   As the death knell of death sounded, many monsters turned their heads and fled at the fastest speed in their lives, only to regret that they did not have two more legs, or two more pairs of wings.

   In an instant, only two giant dragons, a boy, and an empty stadium were left.