The most amazing thing is that the dragon body is covered with dense scales. Each scale is made of gold, shining with golden light. The nine claws are like divine hooks. Each claw is extremely sharp, comparable to a mid-grade magic weapon, a giant dragon.
There were two tall figures standing on his body. One of them held a dark golden cross in his hand and greeted everyone from a distance. The other one was wearing a black sacrificial robe with a solemn expression. He was holding a scripture and reading silently, like a man walking in the world.
Ordinary.
"Bishop Reagan!"
"He is also the only dragon knight among Western bishop-level figures!"
"Next to him is Khali, the most promising priest in the Islamic world."
"It is rumored that Harry, the priest of Sacrifice and Return to Origin, has cultivated his magical power to an extremely high level!"
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the two people. When they saw the golden pterosaur as big as a dragon, their expressions kept changing. The golden pterosaur was a type of dragon. When it advanced to the fifth heaven,
It can fly in the air. This is at least a golden pterosaur from the fifth heaven. Its real combat power is comparable to that of an average strong man from the sixth heaven.
"Everyone, please be polite. Priest Harry and I are late." The golden pterodactyl slowly landed. The figures of Bishop Reagan and Priest Harry landed on the ground. The golden pterodactyl was floating in the sky, full of coldness, arrogance and disregard.
Everyone didn't mind at all, dragons are naturally arrogant creatures.
"Haha, that's great. Bishop Reagan and Priest Harry are already here. Don't delay Nangong Zhengdao. No one can help you today. You can beg me for mercy, or you don't have to fight." Yagyu Ichiro laughed.
, waving the mountain and river fan in his hand, he pointed coldly and proudly to Nangong to preach.
"Just in time, I also want to clean up some garbage in front of everyone!" Nangong Zhengdao said coldly, with a high fighting spirit, like a sharp sword, contemptuous of everything, and not caring at all about the mountain and river fan in Yagyu Ichiro's hand.
A war is about to break out between the two.
"Stop, listen to me. The rightful master has not yet stepped forward." An unknown Harry priest suddenly said. He was a skinny young man with a white shawl and a face full of vicissitudes of life. He was holding a book.
The scriptures are like wise men walking in the world, looking at the crowd with their eyes.
Two dazzling divine lights shot out from his eyes, like two rays of light in the darkness illuminating the entire world. All secrets were exposed to the light. The two figures in the crowd kept changing, and finally they were revealed.
In appearance, the man looks ordinary and slightly thin, while the woman is extremely elegant and fluttering in white clothes like a fairy descending into the world.
Two people, Yun Feiyang and Nangong Xian'er. It turned out that after Yun Feiyang eavesdropped on the speeches of the three masters of Tianxie Sect, he received a message from Nangong Xian'er. The two met and transformed into the two men of Nangong Zhengdao and blended into the crowd.
, Yun Feiyang and Nangong Xianer were completely integrated into this world and were not discovered by anyone. Even Nangong Zhengdao was concealed.
“Return to your roots!”
"The great supernatural power of the Islamic world returns to its origin!"
"That's Nangong Xian'er!"
"Who is that man? His body is so weird!"
Even Nangong Zhengdao couldn't react to this series of changes. He glanced at Yun Feiyang and Nangong Xian'er, laughed loudly and said, "Everyone, these are my sister-in-law and his best friend."
"Brother, I finally see you." Nangong Xian'er's voice was clear and clear, with a sweet smile on her beautiful face. Yun Feiyang on the side was extremely depressed. There were more and more masters, and it seemed that they were all aiming at the Qinglian Sword.
The remnants of the song have arrived, but there is a mysterious Dragon King who has not yet arrived, perhaps hidden among the crowd.
"Humph, yes, what Priest Harry said is right. Nangong Zhengdao will put aside our grudges today. He destroyed my brother, and I want to extract his soul to sacrifice the magic weapon!" Yagyu Ichiro suddenly looked at Yun Feiyang.
He said, his voice sounded like it came from the Nine Netherworld, it was cold to the bone, his eyes were fixed on the jade ring on Yun Feiyang's thumb.
Yun Feiyang felt like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and then he woke up, glanced at the jade ring on his thumb, and smiled bitterly in his heart. He was too careless. He took the jade ring from Jiro Yagyu and forgot to take it off.
Down.
There was a trace of worry on Nangong Xian'er's pretty face, her beautiful eyes staring at Yun Feiyang.
"No problem!" Yun Feiyang said with a faint smile.
"Haha, Ichiro Yagyu, you are so arrogant. No matter how powerful the ants are, they are still just ants." Yun Feiyang took a step forward.
The sky-shaking aura burst out, looking at the world, and my unique temperament emerged spontaneously. I looked at the masters around me like an emperor looking at his courtiers.
Everyone suddenly felt that the magical imprint in their bodies was not flowing smoothly for a moment. Priest Harry silently stepped aside, and the others also watched the changes quietly, obviously very happy to see the decisive battle between him and Yagyu Ichiro.
"Yagyu Jiro, I am the one who destroyed your brother. Nangong Xian'er is my friend. I will not allow anyone to blaspheme her. If I don't kill him, I will give Yagyu Jubei face." Yun Feiyang said lightly, implying that Nangong
Xian'er is my friend, and anyone who offends Nangong Xian'er will be punished by death, but I won't kill him for the sake of the founder of your Yagyu family, not for the sake of the Yagyu family and you.
"Haha, Baga, I have seen many arrogant people, but I have never seen someone as arrogant as you. You have completely made me angry. No one can save you, not even the legendary God can save you.
Kneel down to me and I will spare your life." Yagyu Ichiro laughed loudly, he was completely angered, with crazy murderous intent in his eyes. He hid the mountain and river fan in his hand in his chest, not even bothering to hit it with the fan.