Ye Qiu also laughed "haha" and said, "Okay, it's a good place!"

Then Ye Qiu flew up across the sky, flew towards the dragon with bare hands, shaking his feet in the air, and the air he stepped on was full of a crisp sound. He pulled the boxing stand back with his right hand, stood up with his left hand, and fisted, covering the dragon's chin, which was a Bajiquan standing towering cannon.

A golden fist shadow instantly condensed in the air, and when the dragon caught off guard, it hit the dragon's chin directly.

"boom!"

"roar!"

The huge dragon's huge body flew out for more than five meters. The more painful the dragon sniffed, the more powerful the dragon was, and although the punch was heavy, it could still bear it. He endured the severe pain and flipped up in the air and roared: "Bastard!"

Then the dragon rushed up and fought with Ye Qiu into a ball. Ye Qiu did not use a sword because he used swords in all kinds of battles, and the sword energy triggered by the Sanjiu Xuan Gong was too conspicuous. If he used a sword, he might be able to see through his identity at a glance.

Moreover, if Ye Qiu wants to hide his weakness, he cannot kill the dragon with one sword, so the play will not be performed, so boxing has become Ye Qiu's best attack method.

"Boom boom boom!"

One person and one dragon come and go, and one punch, my claw, almost all the brutal collisions of the flesh, and the attack was extremely fierce. It was often the dragon scales that Ye Qiu hit with one punch, and the giant dragon hit with one claw, and Ye Qiu vomited blood in his mouth.

Chinese people are a little stupid. Why did General Ye fight so hard? Logically speaking, it wasn’t it because General Ye punched the dragon?

Seeing Ye Qiu who was struggling to support him, many people felt a little cold. Even a giant dragon was beaten like this. If there were tens of thousands of dragons, wouldn’t it be torn to pieces in an instant?

"It's over! It's over now!"

"How can this giant dragon be so powerful? Why is General Ye so struggling?"

"Is it the reason for General Ye's previous injuries?"

Ao Wushuang also said worriedly: "What's going on? Isn't Ye Qiu very sure? Could it be that the injury of being injured by a master of the Tribulation Period recurred again? This is a disaster!"

But Ao Wushuang saw that Ji Qingyi and the Thunder-winged Lightning Bird were both indifferent, and immediately asked in confusion: "Why are you not in a hurry?"

The thunder-winged and lightning bird looked up and then turned its gaze back, looking listless.

Ji Qingyi shook her head and said, "What are you worried about? This kid is so thief. Look, now I really believe that this kid can wipe out the Western Dragon Clan, but I don't know what method he will use."

At this time, the dragon was also secretly complaining. It was a giant earth-based dragon with a very strong defense, but this person was so strong. But when he saw Ye Qiu falling down almost the next moment, he immediately shouted: "Greek Son of God, do you really want to die here? I advise you not to mislead yourself. If you give up now, I will let you live a life!"

Ye Qiu smiled coldly and suddenly came in, and directly hit the dragon's chest with a cracking sound of "Crack, click, click" and now the sternum is broken, and then Ye Qiu directly punched hundreds of punches in the center of the dragon's chest.

The dragon was swallowed in when he wanted to speak, and his eyes gradually lost their spirit, fell from the air, and fell into the sea.

All the dragons were stunned by this scene. Ye Qiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully: "There are so many words for duels, who will die if you don't die?"

"Roar! Sing! Sing!"

All the dragons roared in anger.

"Everyone, avenge your head!"

"Kill this guy!"

Ye Qiu sneered and said with a strong momentum: "Come on, I'm afraid you are grandsons. I'll just say this today. Whoever comes will die!"

Then Ye Qiu rushed up against the wind and rushed towards the giant dragon group.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, Ye Qiu fought with the dragon group. Ye Qiu was small and shuttled back and forth between the dragons. In fact, the dragons seemed to be large in number, but each time they could hit Ye Qiu, there were only two or three heads. The dragon groups were dense, and they couldn't let go of the attack, for fear of hitting their teammates.

Ye Qiu seemed to wander around the dragon group with ease, and was always beaten to vomit blood, but he was still tenacious.

"Kill! Don't be afraid of him, he's already in trouble!"

Three minutes later, several giant dragons fell from the sky and fell into the sea. Ye Qiu seemed to be struggling at this time, and blood was spraying out like he didn't have money.

"Work harder! You must avenge the head! He can no longer hold on!"

Five minutes passed again, and every time a giant dragon fell from the sky after dozens of seconds. Ye Qiu flashed through an attack and staggered, almost falling from the sky.

"Okay! OK! He's going to die soon! Brothers, tear him apart with a mouthful of dragon flame!"

Ten minutes passed, Ye Qiu was still persisting, and at this time the dragons were already red-eyed and were all determined to kill Ye Qiu, but suddenly a giant dragon exclaimed: "What's going on? Why are there so many dragons left?"

This exclamation awakened all the remaining dragon clans and found that the dense dragon group around them had become extremely sparse, and they were shocked. Looking roughly, the dragon group was less than half at this time.

"No! This Greek son of god is too tough and his vitality is extremely tenacious. If this continues, he will be exhausted! You can't fight any more!"

In an instant, a dragon raised an objection and roared: "Why don't you fight? He is about to be unable to hold on. This Greek son of god is actually not strong, but his defense is very strong. As long as the attack is not hit to the vital point, there will be no problem!"

The dragon suddenly divided into two camps, one advocated continuing to fight, and the other advocated finding reinforcements.

And just now, Ye Qiu had already killed several dragon clans, and then sneered: "Come on! Why don't you fight anymore! Cough cough... puff..."

More than a dozen dragon tribes saw Ye Qiu still yelling, and they couldn't help but roar up.

The remaining dozen people were a little chilling when they saw Ye Qiu fighting to the death and exchanging injuries. This son of god was not strong, but his ruthlessness was too scary. He was simply a madman. Isn’t he a fool to compete with the madman? So these self-consciously intelligent dragon tribes decided to go back to rescue soldiers.

Seeing that more than a dozen dragon clans were flying around, Ye Qiu pulled a smile on his lips, flipped his wrist, and a long sword appeared, shouting in a low voice: "Slaying the Sky and Sword Drawing!"

Then a golden sword energy passed by, and more than a dozen giant dragons separated in an instant and fell down.

Ye Qiu, who seemed to be endangered, put away his long sword, clapped his hands, and returned to the bronze frame, smiling so hard that he had never been injured.
Chapter completed!