The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

With the influx of White Imperial City Legion, Peacock Dynasty Ghost Dance Legion, Black Flame Dynasty 100,000 Demon Eagle Army through the gates of the city and huge holes sprayed with dragonbreath into Wind City, a more violent massacre began.

While the frightened Wind City generals were searching for escape routes, they found black armor everywhere, and the entire Wind City was crowded with other Class A regiments.

When they didn't have time to react, the first Wind City soldier was beheaded, then the second third.

Someone turned around and ran away. Someone stabbed him. More people were trampled into meatloaf in two turbulent streams of that assault and escape.

“Windy City is broken. The Ghost Dance Corps is back. Run for your lives."

“Brothers, kill, kill, kill. We fought them."

From noon to night, even the dark sky was lit by red blood and fierce fire.

Blood runs across and the head rolls. The broken arm fell all over the floor.

This is no longer Fengcheng, it is no longer human.

It's the legendary Shura Purgatory.

This is a battle on the ground.

It's a slaughter between people.

Above the sky, there is another more intense and ferocious battle going on.

With the help of the adorable god of snowballs, all eight powerful golden lions were swallowed up in their bellies, without even causing any damage to the black dragon that Lee Shepherd turned into.

Eight golden toads squatting under the weather gauge ran to the scales of the black dragon and smashed all the teeth in his mouth. Eight big golden lions lying on top of the weather gauge were chased up by snowballs one by one, and then the little mouth sucked and all became the food in its stomach.

When the palace boat saw its magic apparatus continuously fail, it was ashamed and angry.

Shame on you for treating it as a treasure's bragging weather mover in front of this black dragon and this puppy's weak heart.

Angrily, Lee Shepherd and the puppy were so disgraced that they gave him a groundless sense of shame.

Don't you think I'm a watermelon?

But it's no wonder the fairies have this idea.

Weatherwind and earth movers are also famous artifacts of Shenzhou Hehe. They have the power to inspect the heavens and the power to spy on everything. They can feel the slightest flow of space air, and they can react from time to time whenever any abnormality occurs. Then the golden toads will be tested or killed at the behest of their owners.

In the past, the palace boat rarely missed the enemy when using a weather gauge. One person leads eight toads and eight lions, and it looks very prestigious and extremely taboo.

His opponent today is the King of the Dragon Nation, and the Heart of the Weak Water, both of which are semi-decendant characters of all ages. One weather dynamometer in the district is not enough to look at.

The palace boat witnessed the puppy swallow the last golden lion, shaking his body and shaking his long beard.

He read words in his mouth, his hands held the body of the wind motion instrument in his arms, and then kicked the foot plate, and the sarcophagus under his foot rushed in the direction of the snowball.

Boom! Boom!

The sarcophagus grew bigger and bigger, and soon became a giant stone house.

Snowballs don't like the smell of sarcophagus death, waving their little paws around and running.

The sarcophagus was like having eyes, dressed in mysterious darkness, and a sworn snowball in the sarcophagus.

Meanwhile, as soon as the palace boat reached out and gently brushed the columns of the body of the weather-driven instrument, the weather-driven instrument immediately spinning rapidly.

“Huh? Huh?

In the sky, there was a sound of Sanskrit. A golden note floats over the body of the wind dynamometer and converges into a long golden river to surround the black dragon above the sky.

Weather curse!

The long, golden river is getting longer and wider with characters. It's like a golden rainbow lying on top of the sky, and that golden rainbow sandwiches the killing of Lee Shepherd.

Boom!

The black dragon's giant head rushed down from nine days and breathed a sip into the golden galaxy.

Boom!

The galaxy collapsed and the golden characters splashed around. It's like a weird shaped darker.

Choi, a young man in black shirt, saw a ghost dish sword in his hand. He chopped one sword after another over the huge body of the black dragon.

The Ghost King is the fiercest and the most mysterious.

He knew that the Dragons were tough and that it would be difficult to really kill them if they did not harm them.

Moreover, the Dragon Nation is infinitely powerful and capable of endless fighting for many days. In that case, all of them died, and it was only a few minor injuries.

The location of the Ghost King's attack was the Black Dragon's head, his body hidden in the smoky shadows, and then hidden his whereabouts. Each sword can cause great distress to the Black Dragon.

Uncle Yan has been looking at the whole picture.

When he saw the wind city burst and 100,000 troops poured into the wind city, he knew that the great power had gone.

Fengcheng lost it.

They've lost a city.

All that can now be done is to kill Lee Shepherd by all means, to slaughter the dragon, minimize the losses on the other side, and not let his reputation fall to the ground.

“We must kill Lee Shepherd.” When Uncle Yan thought so in his heart, he rushed towards the giant black dragon again.

In the sky, the dark clouds roll.

A dressed old dirty road that could not see its original colour appeared in the clouds, watching the massacre on the ground sighed heavily.

The sky is inky, and the old road is dark.

But when he stood on the cloud, it was like a piece of graphite in the ink, and people looked for it at a glance. The sky and the darkness of the night make it difficult to hide its light.

“The immense dignity of God, so delusional to kill, are those not afraid to go to Hell?” The old Taoist recited the sermon, a sad expression on his face.

His gaze turned again to the black dragon above the sky and to the shadows that had killed the black dragon, and his body flew past towards the most central battle zone.

“Stop.” The old way of dressing up sounds and drinks.

The sound carries the doorway stunt "Boeing Gong". Although the volume of the old road is small, it can be clearly transmitted to the ears of every person or animal for hundreds of miles.

Sounds like a honking bell, with ears buzzing.

The battle stopped.

Above the ground, the regiments that were fighting bloodshed finally came to a standstill.

They looked up and looked over the sky.

Above the sky, the shadows that were being killed with the Black Dragon also burst fast.

Because they felt the danger, they felt the moderate and peaceful pounding of energy from the sound.

This' stop ’is majestic and makes it difficult to create resistance.

Though the Ghost King was very unhappy that someone jumped out and stirred up the game at this time, and dared speak to himself in such a commanding tone.

Even Lee Shepherd, who turned black dragon, stopped rolling and struggling. His giant head looked down, the blood mist dissipated in his orbit, and a glimmer of confusion flashed through his pupils.

“Is there anything more vicious than being cruel to one another?” Old Dao Rin's gaze swept across the field and shouted and drank.

“Who are you?” Uncle Yan stared at the old cloak and asked, but his identity was speedily speculated.

The man in the doorway, with such a deep cultivation boundary, often wears a ragged shirt when he does not repair the sides, his identity is exhaled by the mouth.

“Desert Purple Yang.” Bad old way said with a faint face.

“Ziyang Real People" Yan Burai shouted out.

He arched his hand and bowed down: “I didn't expect to be a Ziyang real person, one of the Dormen Seven real people. Uncle Yan has come to see a real man.”

“Uncle Yan," said the real Ziyang man with a slight indulgence. "But the Lord of Windy City? ”

“Exactly.” Yanbeilai sighed.

Ziyang's real person's mouth floated with a grin and said: "Then we used to have a lot of dealings. ”

Uncle Yan was horrified in his heart, but his face did not move. He turned passive into active. He asked: "I wonder why the Purple Yang Real People are here? ”

“During the procession, you will see the wind of the place, take a look.” Ziyang Real People looked at the corpses in the wind city and the blood water in the pool, and their hearts were filled with grief, and they drank with anger: “But I didn't expect Er to wait here to make some sins, which is really abominable. ”

“Ziyang, what are you? How dare you take charge of this king? If the king wants to kill you, kill him. What can you do?” The ghost king has a violent personality and a harsh heart. He is accustomed to being a king in the ghost domain, so he really doesn't like the attitude of Ziyang real people talking to him.

“Exactly. What does my palace boat want to do with you Ziyang? It doesn't matter. Is Dogman really that unconscious?” The palace boat does not like to be talked to by others.

“Ziyang real people, listen to younger generations.” Uncle Yan hastily explained, pointing to the black dragon in the distance, "Shenzhou shocked the evil dragon, in order to avoid the evil dragon's murder, the living spirit coated the charcoal, so how can I wait to gather here to slaughter the evil dragon real people and say that we are waiting to make sin? ”

Ziyang's human gaze shifted to the giant black dragon. He looked at it for a long time and sighed softly and said, "Can you hear me? ”

Black dragons don't answer, they just stare vigilantly at Purple Yang's real face and remain silent.

“Are you my shepherd boy?” Ziyang Real People once again asked.

In the dragon's eye, the blood fog boils.

Soon, the blood mist disappeared again.

Two tears rolled out of the dark pupils.