Chapter 249: Drunk lying down and calling the knight at night, the east wind blows into the dragon-slaying field! 【8.5k】

The voices of young children, accompanied by the sound of white cranes flapping their wings against the clouds, spread throughout the middle of the river.

The child's voice was not high-pitched, it was even weak due to hunger, intermittent, and occasionally accompanied by crying.

Like zombies, people walking into the distance following the huge flow of victims also turned their heads and looked at the white crane that exuded brilliance.

"The man-eating dragon, the adults who ignore you, the road in the middle of the river that you can't get out of..."

Some people lamented that there was no luster in their eyes.

"This gentleman who wrote the article wants to redress the grievances of the common people and slay the dragon in Changliu City?"

The road in the middle of the river is vast, eight thousand miles from north to south.

Even if a famous horse is famous all over the world, it takes seven or eight days to cross the middle road of the river, running hard and resting in between.

The same goes for divine fire monks who use divine fire to control vitality and sword light.

"Since you want to start killing, you can't show others the face of the perpetrator."

There was silence in Changliu City.

After a long time, King Mingguang held it casually, and the white crane in his hand turned into streaks of white light, and then disappeared into smoke.

Cheng Hui was even more delicate and petite than Shenxiu. When she heard Lu Jingxing's article detailing the evils of the dragon genus, she frowned.

Now that I have seen this message and think about it carefully, it is actually because I am afraid of the middle of the river and the rotting flesh and blood and scattered bones that can be seen everywhere in the middle of the river.

"The Dragon Slaying Platform has its own chance. If I can swallow its flesh and blood, maybe I can..."

"There are seven hundred and seven dragons, of which two out of five hundred are dragons, and the rest are all true dragons."

The young man was so angry that he scolded the real dragon!

"Old Long, are you here to die?"

Yu Qixiang gritted his teeth and said: "The Sea Dragon King of Beique is far less terrifying than those adults in Taixuan Capital, let alone the Emperor Chongtian.

The strings of the guqin fluctuated randomly, and unexpectedly played a song of killing!

"I didn't expect this old dragon to come so fast. Behind him are many dragons, real dragons, and dragons coming from the clouds, but the strong man who came to slay the dragon with Lu Jing has not arrived yet."

Lu Jing looked at the painting on the papyrus paper with satisfaction, then flipped his palm and took out twenty-eight beads from the Yun Kong Pattern.

Some adults are too deep-minded and always seem to be worried about the major events in the world, describing them in a hurry.

Lu Jing raised his head from time to time, and nine [fighting stars] were reflected in his eyes. After the strengthened fighting star command, Lu Jing's eyes seemed to have strange power.

Nan Heyu looked at Luo Shubai's back and whispered.

The twinkling Yuan Xing fell into Lu Jing's eyes, and Lu Jing was watching the Yuan Xing paint.

Mangyi Diao Si put his hands on his back and his eyes were burning: "No wonder you and I have seen dozens of dragons passing through the clouds in the past ten days.

"Kill a real dragon where there is a real dragon? It should be killed!"

The monks of Jokhang Temple want to catch dragons.

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At the forefront of these dragons, an old dragon with one of its legs broken off, its scales dull and dull, and one of its eyes missing, roared towards them.

The dragon looks so fierce, but he has killed so many dragons."

The chief publisher of Daleiyin Temple also heard the message transmitted by White Crane and heard the message in it.

The sword energy enveloped them, cutting off many true dragon spirits.

Bai Yunmiao looked at the agile white crane and the words on the wings of the white crane, thinking deeply in her heart.

Just at this moment, a shocking dragon roar came, and the surging energy and blood of the old dragon with a broken foot turned into a long river, covering the sky and the sun.

"Being able to obtain the head of a talented person like Lu Jing is a great achievement for you and me.

Lu Jing looked around at the withered Dragon Burial City.

He looked at the white crane carefully and felt that the white crane was quite strange.

"No wonder we always see dragons coming with clouds and mist in the past few days. Mr. Lu Jing is respectable, but these self-proclaimed dragons are disgusting. In this case... we went fishing outside Changliu City with this fishing rod.

Catching a real dragon."

Having the same thought as him, there was also a white ape holding a big sword.

If it weren't for that sword, he would have participated in the subsequent spiritual tide war.

"And... we have to hurry up. This place is very far away from Changliu City. I can feel that the old dragon mentioned in Lu Jingxiu's article has entered the middle road of the river and is already very close to Changliu City. If we don't hurry up,

, you and I will have no role to play in this matter."

Qi Hanzhang held the dragon pen in his hand and looked at Changliu City from a distance.

[Borrow money from heaven...]!

Strange vitality was injected into it and sealed by the Guanghan Seal. The vitality was passing by, and it would be exhausted in at most two hours, but Lu Jing felt that two hours... was enough!

The sparkling golden aura of awe-inspiring energy is injected into the tip of the pen.

Monks are merciful, and even having a good meal is considered a sin on weekdays, so I have no choice but to catch a dragon to reduce some sins and try to make the world a little clearer."

Three strands of innate air and blood lingered in Lu Jing's body, rolled into Lu Jing's body, and mixed with the spirit of Spring Thunder, making Lu Jing become more tyrannical.

Dafu Lu Jing, dressed in white, wrote a letter inviting the geniuses of the Hezhong Road to go and slay the dragon in Changliu City. He was very enthusiastic.

Otherwise, by the time this happens, Lu Jing will not die, leave the Hezhong Road, and return to Taixuanjing. With his talent, I am afraid that the next time he leaves Taixuanjing, you and I will no longer be his match.

"And... you have forgotten that I am not an immortal living in seclusion on Yuxing Island, I am also a human being.

Kaiyang Sword Zuo of Qi State is also young. After all, those who come to Hezhong Road to find opportunities in Lutan are all young people.

Lian'e Buddhazi reacted at this point.

An hour passed quietly.

Qixiang, don’t worry, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge.”

After this incident, will Changliu City really become the Dragon Burial City, or will there be another withered skeleton of a genius in Changliu City?

"It's to satisfy one's own selfish desires." Shenxiu taught Cheng Hui: "Selfish desires can be big or small. If you kill thousands of people for your own selfish desires, and the people you kill are ordinary people who have their own thoughts, it will inevitably make you a little shameful.

"

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The strong dragon power stirred up thousands of storms, almost swallowing up Changliu City.

Fortunately, there is no human habitation within hundreds of miles outside Changliu City.

"Hundreds of dragons and me, an old dragon, are going to kill a young man."

If you are single and welcome hundreds of dragons, you must be brave!

Lu Jing also felt Old Long's gaze. He squinted his eyes and his breath suddenly became strong.

The long publisher thought about the message and carried the frowning Guanyin statue on his back all the way to the top of a mountain.

Yu Qixiang listened quietly to Lu Jing's words, her eyes softening.

——

Cheng Hui's brows relaxed slightly, but there was a flash of disgust in his eyes: "Brother, Cheng Hui understands. Speaking of which, Mr. Lu Jing, who came to the Jokhang Temple several times to visit the benefactor of Chongshan, is really brave.

The plaque on the Dragon Burial City is still shining brightly.

"Is it the Xuanbing armor?"

Teruya turned her head, stuck out her tongue and spit.

Lu Jing slowly opened his eyes. The bright red blood lingering on the wind-whispering knife on his waist became thicker and thicker. Amidst the roaring wind, there seemed to be a lot of knife intent brewing. Spring thunder could also be seen moving, and this spirit was flowing.

In his blood.

The only Buddhist monk in the Jokhang Temple, the monk Shenxiu and the young novice monk Chenghui, were squatting beside a river, looking at the dry river with nothing to do.

After all, An Nijing and Qi Hanzhang never stayed in Dragon Burial City.

Mang Yi Diao Si sneered: "Lu Jing injured my crown prince of Qi and helped Nan Feng Mian kill the Seven Star Sword Constellation. Now since there is an old dragon and many dragons coming to kill him.

Lu Jing's eyes were calm, and the stars in the sky broke through the clouds and fell, shining on him.

Cheng Hui followed Shenxiu and suddenly hesitated: "Brother, you and I came to Hezhongdao for the opportunity of Lutan, and now I want to fish for dragons. If the host finds out..."

"Only young Mr. Lu Jing is different, and... he is a good friend of my mother. Sister Bai, I am going to Changliu City, you..."

But all he saw was that he gently flicked out a finger.

But when the white crane flew all over the river road, it brought Lu Jing's message.

But he didn't know how Lu Jing could block an old dragon with an eighth-level appearance, or how he could contend with hundreds of dragons.

I think those dragons went to Changliu City to take away Lu Jing's life.

Within two hours, the crippled old dragon will definitely enter the city!
To be continued...