Long Xuan looked at the scene happening in front of him in disbelief. It was terrifying that no matter how powerful his brain circuit was, he could not explain this incredible phenomenon at this time.

According to legend, the ever-changing Nether Dragon, which is almost comparable to ancient ferocious monsters, is actually the monster of a powerful person in the Dao Cheng Dao Realm?

This is too dreamy.

Long Xuan felt that his eyeballs were about to burst with shock. When he looked at Feng Jueyu again, he found that the other person had become someone he looked up to.

It's just that his own cultivation has touched the line between heaven and earth, and he has also cultivated demonic trees like the red-blood demon vine. What's even more shocking is that the alien ferocious dragon that made even the ancient dragon clan fearful, the Hundred-Change Nether Dragon, is actually this

Human witch.

Long Xuan looked at Feng Jueyu with fear, and saliva poured into his mouth.

If, just a few breaths ago, Long Xuan, who was once the pride of the Black Dragon Clan, still had a little bit of hope for survival, then now he would not dare to make any move against Feng Jueyu even if he was beaten to death.

This is a wonder, a wonder that only happens once in a million years.

What is this person's last name?

What is his background?

Countless question marks suddenly flashed through Long Xuan's mind, and when these question marks appeared, he realized that due to his own pride, he had never even known the other party's name until the end of the fight.

Not to mention the origin of the other party.

Of course, any of Long Xuan's current ideas were no longer realistic, because he saw that young master with stunning talent and mysterious identity slowly flying towards the sky.

Although there was still a long distance between the two people, even if Long Xuan wanted to escape at this time, he would at least have a chance to turn around, but Long Xuan did not dare to move anymore anyway.

He knew very well in his heart that the other party definitely had the power to crush him.

A moment later, Feng Jueyu flew in front of Long Xuan. As the figure's pupils dilated, Long Xuan couldn't help but tremble.

From childhood to adulthood, from birth to the late stage of Miaodu, during the long journey of cultivation, Long Xuan could not remember how long it had been since he had been afraid.

This time, he was really scared, extremely scared.

The aura of the guy opposite him was not at all inferior to that of his current master, Duan Xinghuang. In fact, from a certain angle, Duan Xinghuang was actually not such a person.

evil!

That’s right, it’s evil!

This person is evil!

Long Xuan has been maintaining his body shape like this. Feng Jueyu is only three feet away from his dragon head. At such a close distance, Long Xuan feels that his heartbeat is about to stop.

Neither of the two people spoke. The two thousand men in red clothes standing in the sky were even more murderous. Everyone locked their eyes on Long Xuan with hatred, which made him feel a sad thought inexplicably.

Today is the day of my death.

"Black Dragon, give me a reason not to kill you."

Feng Jueyu was silent for a moment, and finally said the first words that made Long Xuan almost have a nervous breakdown.

This is a question, and the other party needs an answer, but Long Xuan can't answer it no matter what.

He suppressed the fear in his heart crazily, thinking that even if he died, he would not be able to make him feel that I, the once proud black dragon clan, was incompetent.

But if Long Xuan was allowed to suppress it with all his strength, his fear was like a stubborn grass that could not be burned away by wildfire. The more he suppressed it, the more craziness it would breed.

"Reason?" Long Xuan showed a desperate bitter smile: "I can't find it, but the fierce dragon behind you is the Variety Nether Dragon, the natural enemy of the ancient dragon clan. I know that I will definitely die today, but I can

I tell you very responsibly that you are already the enemy of the entire Dragon Clan, because of that alien ferocious dragon, the Dragon Clan will never let you go."

In fact, what Long Xuan said is right. Ever since the battle between the ancient dragon clan and the ever-changing Netherworld Dragon, the dragon clan and the Netherworld Dragon have become unyielding mortal enemies. Even if the world collapses, it will never change.

Feng Jueyu's face was expressionless when he heard this, but Long Xuan could clearly feel the coldness on Feng Jueyu's body growing rapidly.

"At this point, you are still threatening me?"

In front of Feng Jueyu, no matter how restrained he was, the fear buried deep in his heart still grew crazily. Long Xuan felt that his heart was going to explode.

"It's not a threat, I'm just stating a fact. Believe it or not, in short, your end will definitely not be easy." At this point, Long Xuan closed his eyes.

Of course, this was not an act of waiting for death, but Long Xuan did not dare to look directly into Feng Jueyu's eyes anymore. He was afraid that if he looked for a while longer, his heart would not be able to bear it and he would die suddenly.

This is so terrifying, one look spreads endless murderous intent.

"Hmph, your courage is commendable, but unfortunately, this doesn't convince me to forgive you." Feng Jueyu said coldly.

At this time, Long Xuan was also a bachelor. He was destined to die anyway. For some reason, Long Xuan suddenly felt stiff and said fearlessly: "I know I am not your opponent, give me a good time."

"Happy? You deserve it too!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jueyu punched Long Xuan like lightning. This punch accumulated boundless anger, allowing him to use the unique skill of the Zhenwu Saint's Cut Body.

A mediocre punch caused Long Xuan's dragon body to twist violently, and the surging Kung Fu in his body was reduced by 20% in an instant.

Long Xuan's intestines twisted in pain, and huge beads of sweat rolled on his head. However, he did not fight back, because he understood that someone could hit him so badly with just one punch, so what's the point of fighting back?

It's better to let him let go and beat him, even if he is beaten to death, he will admit it.

"What I, Feng Jueyu, hate most in my life is that someone threatens me with the people closest to me. Congratulations, you successfully angered me."

Bang!

Another punch, and Long Xuan's skill was dissipating crazily.

Just now, Long Xuan's action of surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao reminded Feng Jueyu of the past of the disappearance of 20,000 martial arts cultivators in Zhounan. Although they had known that Shangguan Ruomeng and the others were in Huanshan all these years, they were as if they were imprisoned there.

, this is not the same kind of pain.

Long Xuan couldn't imagine that he actually made this stupid move just to save Duan Feihe. He couldn't understand Feng Jueyu's pain, and he didn't know that using the person he cared about most to threaten Killer Feng was tantamount to touching the enemy.

The reverse scale of the great wind killer.

In fact, Feng Jueyu thought that Long Xuan was loyal at first and was ready to let him go. However, he never thought that one of his actions would completely put Long Xuan on the death list.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The old fist was thrown one after another, just like when he beat Duan Feihe violently. His punches were extremely powerful, but Long Xuan couldn't escape the scope of the fist wind, and he stood there and was beaten mindlessly.

After a few punches, Long Xuan's body was churning. Even with the super strong defense of the dragon body, his skin and flesh were torn apart.

At this time, Long Xuan was beyond shocked.

He knows his own body very well. Among the monsters and dragons in the world, the physical defense is the strongest. But if you want to find a race that is stronger than the dragons, it is the black dragon lineage among the dragons.

With my own body, even if it were punched by the eldest son, Duan Feihu, it would be impossible for the flesh to be torn apart. At most, the internal force of the fist would damage the internal organs. However, it would be impossible to break through the flesh without hundreds of punches.

But Feng Jueyu only punched five times, and Long Xuan's armor cracked, and there were more than one cracks.

How much force does it take to have such an effect?

Long Xuan endured the injuries on his body, his eyes full of confusion and shock, and even despair was slowly replacing the first two emotions.

"Give me a pleasure." Long Xuan closed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Feng Jueyu suddenly sneered, and Long Xuan shuddered again, with an ominous premonition rising in his heart.

"Happy? What you think is wonderful. My man almost died in your hands. You want to have a happy life. It's just a dream."

Having said that, Feng Jueyu didn't bother to say any more, stepped back, waved his hand and said, "Qiye, I leave it to you."

"What?"

Long Xuan, who had planned to stay single forever, was shocked when he heard this, because he saw the ever-changing Netherworld Dragon flying towards him.

"You...you are shameless..." Long Xuan became extremely emotional.

In his opinion, death is not terrible. He has touched the other party's bottom line and is no match for them. Death is a normal thing.

But instead of giving him pleasure, the other party called the Variety Nether Dragon.

The mouth gives birth to the soul, and the real essence is split and devoured. He is planning to let the Variety Nether Dragon eat him.

Long Xuan panicked and wanted to run away, but when he regained his strength, he realized that his power had been completely destroyed by Feng Jueyu's few old punches. As long as he moved, his whole body would feel like a spasm in excruciating pain.

Qiye rushed over with his mouth wide open. That huge body put Long Xuan in absolute despair.

Stab...

A bloody scene appeared. Qiye used his sharp claws to forcefully pick out Long Xuan's back, and dragon blood splattered all over the sky.

Feng Jueyu just looked at it without any pity on his face. Qiye went crazy...

Just like the period of history recorded in the ancient inheritance, the Variety Nether Dragon has an almost crazy obsession with the dragon soul. When Long Xuan's dragon spine was picked out by Qiye, Long Xuan almost fainted from the pain.

He also hoped that he would faint and just die.

But he still saw that a majestic sucking power suddenly emerged from Qiye's bloody mouth, forcefully pulling his dragon soul out of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The pain at that moment could not be described in words. Long Xuan watched with his own eyes as his soul turned into a black ball of light and flew into Qiye's belly. This became the last scene he saw in his life.

"roar!"
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