Leng Weidong flew forward, hugged Yu Jinxiu, who was almost unsteady due to exhaustion of spiritual power, and flew back. Before he could retreat far, he heard a loud thunderstorm, which shocked him.

Both ears were instantly deafened, and the spiritual power in his body was almost out of control. His body fell to the ground involuntarily, and he lay prone on the ground, unable to even lift his head under the pressure layer upon layer.

At the same time, the collision between the Red Dragon Sword Spirit and the Black Dragon began. There was nothing fancy, just a head-on collision. The two mad dragons kept hitting each other in the air, making loud noises one after another.

Tu Zexin stood far enough away, looking at the two giant dragons in the sky, frowning and saying, "This Yu Jinxiu really has two brushes. If he can fight the Dragon Master to this point, he will die without any chance."

Sorry."

Tu Zexin knew the terrifying strength of the black dragon very well. It was precisely because he believed that he would never reach the realm of the black dragon in his life that he willingly took refuge under his command and became a dog. Although the performance of the Red Dragon Sword Spirit was pretty good,

He knew that this was only temporary, and the black dragon would be the winner in the end.

Soon, Emperor An Xi and others also discovered this fact. In the blink of an eye, the Red Dragon Sword Spirit's body had shrunk by nearly half, and its offensive was not as fierce as before, but was weakening sharply.[

Looking at the black dragon again, it is still majestic and becomes more and more brave as it fights. Every swing of the dragon's tail seems to be able to break the sky.

At first, the Red Dragon Sword Spirit and the Black Dragon collided, but the result was a deadlock, with each retreating several feet. But later, when the two collided again, the Black Dragon remained motionless, while the Red Dragon Sword Spirit retreated further and further away.

But now, with a sweep of the black dragon's tail, the red dragon sword spirit can be swept away.

"It's too scary..." Yu Jinxiu lay on the ground, staring blankly into the sky, his eyes full of horror.

"Senior, Red Dragon Sword..." Leng Weidong's exclamation attracted Yu Jinxiu's attention to the Red Dragon Sword. At some point, the edge of the Red Dragon Sword actually had countless hair-like hairs.

Cracks, and these cracks are still increasing and deepening.

"No one is its opponent, we have completely lost..." After Yu Jinxiu said this, he slowly closed his eyes, and only despair surged in his heart.

"No! Mr. Qin may have a way to defeat him." Leng Weidong was completely unable to accept this cruel reality and couldn't help shouting.

Yu Jinxiu shook his head gently and said nothing, but his expression was enough to show his heart. He was not as optimistic as Leng Weidong.

Every time the Red Dragon Sword Spirit is swept away by the black dragon, its body size will shrink and its power will weaken. In the end, it is completely out of proportion to the Black Dragon. The Black Dragon has obviously lost interest and patience. When the Red Dragon Sword Spirit is not afraid of it,

When the dead one rushed over again, the sharp and huge dragon claws suddenly grabbed the Red Dragon Sword Spirit. Then, black light surged like a tide, and the Red Dragon Sword Spirit was instantly annihilated like a torch thrown into the water.

Along with the disappearance of the Red Dragon Sword Spirit, the Red Dragon Sword that had been in Jinxiu's hand also turned into debris on the ground.

"Lost... lost?" Emperor An Xi felt as if he was struck by lightning, standing there blankly, as if he had forgotten where he was.

Princess Anqin also couldn't accept it, but she had to accept it. The cruel reality made her burst into tears and sob softly from time to time.
Chapter completed!