The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

“Where are the people?” The elder of the jade tree rushed into the sea of flowers, but he couldn't find Li's sheep anywhere.

Shepherd Lee disappeared in the sky.

Everyone looked up at the sky and wanted to see if Lee Shepherd would rush down from the sky again.

After all, as a dragon clan, Li Shepherd loved to soar nine days away and then dive down from the sky as if he didn't do so and nobody else would admit that he was a dragon clan.

Moreover, when Li Shepherd was turned into a white dragon, it was a set of procedures.

It's all a setup!

Changbai swordsmen feel they have seen through Lee Shepherd's routine.

However, to their disappointment, there was no sign of Lee's shepherd above the sky.

This time, Shepherd Li hasn't even turned into a dragon.

Where the hell is Lee?

Elder Yushu's mind was confused, people searched around halfway empty, with a vigilant face.

The visible opponent is not necessarily weak, but the invisible opponent must be terrified.

Dozens of other long-white swordsmen are similarly searching for the shadow of Lee Shepherd, who has placed "The Great Array of the Cutting Immortals". If Lee Shepherd has been missing, have they kept the formation intact?

It's hard to do.

At this moment, the underground pit of the shrine suddenly burst out a pink dragon. The dragon was made up of countless pink petals and rushed to the Jade Tree Elder and dozens of white swordsmen.

Pink Elder dragons circled along the legs of Jade Tree Elder and dozens of Long White Swordsmen, and the swordsmen rushed to cut off their swords.

The pink dragon was like living, and the faucet avoided another long sword attack, and then burst into their crossing with a bang and ran between their legs.

That way, the White Swordsmen can't help themselves. They can't stab themselves in the crotch, can they?

The pink dragon swam between the legs of every white swordsman and was cut into two pieces by the elder Jade Tree sword.

Dozens of Long White Swordsmen looked at their calf roots in amazement.

Seeker Chung was the youngest of the thirty-six days of the Great Array of Cutting Immortals. After the pink dragon was cut off by the elder of the jade tree, he felt that his legs were somewhat different.

But he didn't think much of it then.

He lifted his legs and moved them to the left in a fashionable way.

Weird things happened, he lifted his legs, but he saw his legs still in place and he didn't move...

“What's going on?” Seeker Chung stared at the scene.

“What happened? ”

The conical pain in his leg instantly sobered him up.

Until this point, the left calf suddenly burst out with bright red blood.

His calf was actually severed. Cut from the knee, all together.

And more importantly, it's unconscious, it's painless, like -- there's an ant biting lightly over his calf.

“Ah--”

Zhong begged for a howl.

One is pain. It wasn't until this moment that he felt the pain of his calf being chopped off. The muscle pulse of both legs is very large, and the legs have been completely cut off, which means that the Iron Man can hardly bear the pain.

Two is anger. Breaking a man's legs is like destroying a man's kung fu. What's the point of being a cripple, even if it gets deeper and higher?

That dragon was too brutal. No one is left alive at all.

But did they ever wonder why they'd let the dragon live?

Punch--

Seiko Chung's body fell toward the ground.

Boom!

Weight fell on the floor of the Palace of No Worries, looking like a dead body falling from the sky.

A corpse still howling in its mouth.

Naturally you can't stand without your legs. And because his shouting exhaled the real breath in his body, he couldn't stand up in the sky anymore.

Seeker Chung was shocked. I didn't expect the pink dragon to just circle between them and cut off his legs.

This manipulation, this technique, is appalling.

With Yoshiko Chung, the other long-white swordsmen suddenly dared not move.

Afraid that they would move a little, they found their legs and body detached.

Their pupils swelled and their eyes stared dead at their way down.

But what frightens them still happens.

They didn't lift their legs, they didn't move.

Even darkly lift your breath and tighten your body. In that way, their bodies could still stand at height and their legs would never be separated from themselves.

However, blood water began to seep through their knees.

It's just a tiny piece of blood, and if it weren't for the white robe they were wearing, and the red water was so easily soaked over the white robe, it would be hard for you to find the blood water.

But they did find the blood filaments.

Then they're all desperate.

“My leg is broken. My leg is broken."

“My legs are bleeding, that dragon. He cut off my legs."

“Don't, don't, don't. I don't want to die."

I panicked because I found blood, and I panicked.

So the white swordsmen suddenly split their legs from their bodies and smashed them towards the ground.

It rained my calf.

The Long White Swordsmen still soar above the sky, their eyes red, their eyes split, their voices sad, like a bunch of demons from the ghost realm.

No, it's a lot scarier than the ghost king they brought in.

“Shepherd Lee, I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna kill you."

“The dragons do not slaughter, the heavens and the earth are restless, the dragons do not slaughter, the heavens and the earth are restless."

“Kill him, kill him."

Hate!

They really hate shepherds!

I can't help but tear him to pieces, and I can't help but tear him apart.

They know that when their legs are cut off, they become a bunch of junk, a bunch of junk abandoned by the Long White Swords.

Like throwing away a pile of garbage, the Long White Swords have no place for them anymore. The only way to wait for them is to die.

Shepherd Li is not a murderer, but rather a murderer.

In their hearts, it's better to be chopped off with a sword by the sheep of Li.

By the time the pink dragon was chopped off, Li Shepherd's body had fallen back to a thousand degrees.

A ridiculous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes staring coldly at the dozens of long white swordsmen in the sky, and a sip of dragon air gently blew into the sky.

“Hoo."

Break! Break!

The dozens of white swordsmen fell toward the ground, like a pot of dumplings.