Two balls of dark blue flames suddenly burst out from the deep eye socket of the Big Lord. It suddenly swung the huge black sickle in its hand and slashed at the giant light sword from bottom to top. The dark blade instantly brought out a violent and stormy wind, as if it was about to cut the entire world into two sections!

"Boom!"

There was only a deafening sound, and two magic forbidden artifacts with different auras collided together. The terrifying energy fluctuations swept across all directions. The mountains within a radius of thousands of feet turned into ashes, and the aftermath of the energy continued to spread outward, and the dust that covered the sky and the sun did not dissipate for a long time.

The moment the Earth Dragon King saw the white light giant sword appear, he began to flee to the distance frantically. At this time, he had already relied on the wind-attribute magic weapon to run far away, which was considered to have escaped.

The Wood Dragon King was not so lucky. He ran a little late. He was swept by the aftermath of the explosion of energy just three thousand meters away and was instantly cut off in half. Then the terrifying high temperature burned his body to ashes, leaving only the dark green magic scepter lying alone on the ground.

At this time, a disheveled figure fell from the sky, and the golden magic robe on his body was burned to pieces. His body fell to the ground, shaking out a mouthful of red blood.

The Pope of Light struggled to get up from the ground, looking through the blonde hair on his forehead to the center of the smoke and dust, an incredible look appeared on his pale face.

A gust of wind whistled, blowing away the dust on the earth, and gradually revealing the figures of people in the middle of the battlefield.

At this moment, there was another person in the middle of the battlefield. It was a magician in a white robe. At this moment, he was standing twenty feet behind Shen Zhui. A sharp blue beam of light instantly emerged from his fingertips, piercing through Shen Zhui's chest!

"Wind Death!"

With a "swoosh", a blood hole the size of a bowl suddenly appeared on Shen Zhui's chest, and the blood had soaked in his black robe.

Shen Zhui turned around with difficulty, looked at the white-robed magician with a twisted expression, and murmured incredibly: "It's you!"

"Shen Zhui, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The white-robed magician curled his lips and said indifferently.

Just as these magicians were about to succeed, the sky suddenly darkened.

The magicians looked up and saw a black dragon about a hundred feet long rushing towards the battlefield. Its cold dragon eyes were filled with extreme anger, and its wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun, and its dark scales were shining with metallic luster. Suddenly, a pressure from the superior shocked the whole audience, and the air seemed to have become much more viscous.

Shen Xiaohe's black dragon's true body was extremely fast. He rushed to Shen Zhui in just one breath. Shen Zhui jumped hard to top his head. She flew into the sky with a "huh". The violent gusts of wind made the three magicians almost unable to stabilize their bodies.

When the hurricane dissipated, the three magicians looked up and saw that the black dragon had already rushed to the sky with Shen Zhui.

The white-robed magician pointed to a pool of golden blood on the ground and said, "Dragon Blood! The black dragon was also injured. Let's chase after him and cut the weeds and remove the roots!"

At this moment, the Earth Dragon King snorted coldly and said, "A mere human boy, I dare to command the kings of the Dragon Clan and the Pope of Light!"

The white-robed magician took off his cloak and showed his face. It turned out to be Xia Zhengyang.

Xia Zhengyang suppressed the anger in his heart when he heard this, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is it important to catch Shen Zhui now or is it important to talk about the high and low?"

The Pope of Light waved his hand and said, "Since the Wind Dragon King has handed over his reverse scales and dragon spirit to Xia Zhengyang, then Xia Zhengyang is the legitimate heir of the Wind Dragon King. So, Earth Dragon King, why do you have to do this?"

"Let's go," Pope Furcis, who wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, said, "As long as you catch Chen Zhui, the remnants of society will not be worrying!"

As he said that, a pair of golden wings grew behind Pope Fercis, and he immediately pursued Chen.

Xia Zhengyang glanced at the Earth Dragon King coldly, then spread his wind wings and followed, and the Earth Dragon King also followed.

At this moment, Chen Xiaohe took Chen Zhui to fly rapidly in the air, passing through layers of fog.

"Little Hey, you are injured!" Chen Zhui said.

"The Water Dragon King is too strong. I can only fight hard to get it hard before killing him!" Chen Xiaohe smiled bitterly, "But, sir, you are seriously injured!"

"Don't worry," Chen Zhui covered his wound and said, "When I was fighting with those dragon kings, I suddenly remembered my dream. When Xia Zhengyang attacked me, I had already moved my heart aside with my magic power, so his Feng Yukong only penetrated my chest."

Chen Xiaohe said weakly: "Then I'll feel relieved." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crystal clear spirit next to Chen Zhui.

"Sir, this is the essence of the water-based Dragon King. You should eat it quickly and repair the wound."

Chen Zhui felt a little moved when he heard this and said, "No, Xiaohe, eat, I'm fine."

Chen Xiaohe said, "It's useless for me to eat. I'm a little too much blood?????"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sense of weakness hit Chen Xiaohe's mind. Chen Xiaohe suddenly felt dizzy and fell down uncontrollably!

Chen Zhui felt a sense of weightlessness coming, and hurriedly grabbed Chen Xiaohe's scales and shouted: "Xiaohe! What's wrong with you!"

Chen Xiaohe's body kept falling downward until less than 100 meters away from the ground, she suddenly heard Chen Zhui's shouts, her wings suddenly swelled, and a huge floating force held the huge body and slowly landed on the ground.

"Little Hey! What's wrong with you?!" Chen Zhui was anxious, and dark golden blood suddenly surged from the wound.

A flash of light, Chen Xiaohe turned into a human form, was hugged by Chen, and the essence of the Water Dragon King also fell to the ground.

The divine ring flashed with light, absorbing the essence of the Water Dragon King.

At this moment, three terrifying magic waves flew towards here. Chen Zhui looked up and saw three gorgeous spots of light falling towards him.

With the magic fluctuations, Chen Zhui could tell that the three of them were the Pope of Light, Xia Zhengyang and the Earth Dragon King just now.

He came to assassinate the Water Dragon King today, but he never expected that the other dragon kings, even the Pope of Light, were here!

Now, Chen Zhui and Shen Xiaohe are both seriously injured and cannot escape from these three holy magicians.

Suddenly, Chen Zhui thought to himself, are he and Shen Xiaohe going to die here?

But at this moment, I have to ask Chen Zhui whether to regret it or not, because this is avenging Chen Xiaohe. Even if he dies, he is willing to do so. But he is unwilling to accept it, because there are still McGona, Baihe, Qingyi, and the entire Hei society are waiting for him.
Chapter completed!