MTL - Dragon Inside-Chapter 60 Futianyizhi (fifth!)

"I...I won't lose! Never!"

After a low bang, Yan Yixian’s eyes showed a decisive look, and when his right hand suddenly lifted up, he patted his chest. A piece of blood containing his ten-year life span, instantly squirting, slowly condensing in front of him.

There was a dead silence in the entire forest. All the people were staring at the sorrowful sorrow. It seemed that it was hard to believe the person in front of him, the first person outside the Wenwen Ruyu.

As the blood spurted out, the face of Yan Yixian suddenly grew a lot, and a black hair lost its luster, and the whole person's look instantly weakened.

As long as I don’t feel it all, I’m still staring at Luo Yang with my eyes, and my hands are fast, making the blood of the group burst into a dazzling light.

"Huang Quan's other side of the yellow spring flower, the flower opened nine petals of the gods to kill!"

A shout of screaming from the mouth of Yan Yixian, at this moment, he is almost mad, the spiritual power of the body is frantically injected into the blood of the group, in an instant, the whole world is discolored.

In the sky without clouds, the darkness suddenly came down, and the clouds of darkness were densely covered in the sky. The entire forest was a repressed atmosphere, as if the storm was coming.

"Yellow spring flowers, out!"

Yan Yixian suddenly screamed, and the sound of the yellow spring water continued to rush out. The aura between the heavens and the earth was violently violent, as if being pulled, and quickly condensed toward the shadow of Huangquan. Between the rest, a red-red flower bone slowly emerged from the yellow spring water.

The moment when this red-red flower bone appeared, a cold breath suddenly swept the whole world. In the sky, a white lightning flashed in the dark clouds, as if this flower can not be tolerated in the world, it will be reduced.

That is to say, at the moment when the flower bones appeared, many elders in the moon were discolored, and the gaze in the shadow of Huang Quan was looked at with surprise, and the old face was full of horror.

"Huang Quanhua... This is Yi Xianxian, who can actually push Huangquanhua!"

"Xiao's Huangquan ghost law has always been the most terrible law in the Tianwu continent. Even if it has been in contact with them for so many years, it still can't grasp it, only know that it comes from outside the domain..."

"However, as far as I know, this Huangquan flower style, even in the Xiao family, there are not many people who can master. This Luoyang is probably in trouble..."

Just when many elders were surprised, the red-red flower bones were pulsating under the spur of the singer, and now they are slowly blooming, and they have opened three petals. The reddish petals look extremely fascinating, and bloom in the spring of Huangquan. It is like blooming in hell, beautiful and terrible.

After all the three petals were unfolded, the look of Yan Yixian’s face became more and more horrible. After a sigh of Luo Yang, the red-red Huangquan flower slowly trembled, and a red ripple instantly plunged. Out, pressed against the side of Luo Yang.

Between the electric and the Flint, a crisis of death will be overshadowed. It is too late to consider too much. In the eyes of Luo Yang, there is a slight flash of hesitation. Without hesitation, he directly cuts the index finger of his right hand and quickly marks his hands.

"Useless... my Han family's law, it's not that you can wait for the lower blood to stop! Go to hell..."

After seeing Luo Yang’s move, Yan Yixian sneered in the mouth, and the spiritual power in the body constantly spurred the yellow spring flower.

Luo Yang’s face was as usual, and he ignored the words of Yi Yixian, but his hands were constantly printed. As Luoyang’s seal was completed, a figure with a thousand feet of height was slowly condensed behind him.

This figure looks very vague, far from the clearness of the yellow spring flower, but the pressure exerted in the figure makes the whole world a stagnation.

This method is one of the techniques that Luo Yang has learned from the inheritance of the Futian people.

"Impossible! I can't lose!!"

Looking at the illusion behind Luo Yang, Yan Yixian’s face showed a crazy look, and after suddenly biting the tip of his tongue, he spurted another blood and sprinkled it on the flower of the yellow spring flower.

After the yellow spring flower swayed slightly, the tight petals quickly opened, and suddenly changed from three petals to four petals!

In the moment when the fourth petal blooms, there is a thunder in the sky, and the whole world is dark, just like the night falls.

Many disciples around the mountains and forests were trembled at this moment, and the body hurriedly stepped back. They dared not stay in the same place and left the distance of several thousand feet before they stopped and looked at the lonely peak. .

In an instant, between the heavens and the earth of the lonely peak, Luo Yang and Yi Yixian are left.

"Dead!! Go to hell!!"

Yan Yixian screamed violently, and the red-blooded yellow spring flower suddenly flew out, turned into a **** sky, and went straight to Luoyang.

"Fu Tian refers!"

Luo Yang’s eyes flashed a bit of sizzling, and after a low-pitched voice, he did not hesitate to point the **** food to the yellow spring flower that came from the air.

As Luo Yang's finger fell, the vague illusion behind him was slowly protruding. His finger is like a small mountain peak, falling from the sky, between the electric and the flint, it has already fallen on the bright red spring flower.

boom! !

An earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded, the cyan peaks of the blue color collapsed instantly, countless rocks smashed, and the aftermath of horror swept across all directions. Even many foreign disciples thousands of miles away were trembled and felt A panic.

Luo Yang's figure continued to retreat, the body's blood continued to roll, and the mouth was even more sweet, and he was forced to go back, his eyes looked in the direction of Yan Yixian.

At this moment, Yi Yixian was very embarrassed. After a full three or four blood spurts, she stopped. The black robes had been dyed into blood, and the eyes looked at Luo Yang with disappointment. The cloak was scattered in the same place.

"Impossible... no one can live under the yellow spring flower... this is impossible..."

There was a dead silence between the four wild, only the whisper of the singer of the singer continued to reverberate, and the many foreign disciples scattered around were shocked. When they looked at Luoyang again, they were full of awe.

The eyes swept over the body of the sorcerer, and Luo Yang’s eyes flashed slightly. The last blow of the other party was obviously a killing of himself. If you can't beat him at this moment and kill him, it will inevitably become a trouble in the future.

When the mind was moving, the foot suddenly slammed, and in the eyes of everyone, the figure was swept away toward the singer.