Titan and Dragon King

"Roar!" Red Dragon roared, looking at the claws around his neck, bowed his head, opened his mouth full of sharp dragon teeth, and bit down.

"Oh!" The hot dragon's blood sprayed, and it was splashed from the mouth of Red Dragon.

"How is that possible?" The red dragon outlet with a **** mouth looked at the position where he had just bitten, and there was still golden light on it, not even a tooth mark remained.

"It shouldn't be like this!" Going all out, but not even biting the other person's scales, he showed an unbelievable dullness on the face of his red dragon, whose teeth were broken.

"Even if you are a descendant of the Dragon King, your dragon scales cannot be so strong. Why can't I bite?"

"Because you are too weak!" Muria's two strong front claws, one clasped to its thick neck, and the other claws pulled back fiercely towards its head.

Several blood-stained dragon teeth and several fine dragon scales flew out. The mouth of the red dragon outlet was crooked by Muria's paw, and the jaw was deformed and almost broken.

This old red dragon devoted all his efforts to biting Muria's scale armor, not because his dragon scale defense was already strong to this extent, but because of his tenth exclusive weapon, or armor --- saint Yaohuang Yuan.

The armor, made from a mixture of more than ten legendary metals, blends Muria's blood and soul, giving it vitality, and almost becoming a part of his body.

This is the first time that Muria has revealed the shape of a dragon after casting ten exclusive weapons.

As soon as it was revealed, Muria felt wrong. Sheng Yaohuang Yuan followed his dragon body without his deliberate drive, naturally, as if it were part of his dragon body.

Sheng Yao Huang Yuan is merging with his dragon scales!

Therefore, he has this almost cheating defense.

Among the five-colored dragons, the red dragon with the strongest physique of the same order went all out and couldn't bite him.

"Submit, or die!"

Muriaya ’s golden dragon pupil stared at the intact Red Dragon Outlet on his body. The body was like a pale golden dragon power permeating out of the body, pressing on it.

"..." The Red Dragon was silent, and now it was brutally tortured by Muria. Only then did he understand how ridiculous he had just thought, and made the first descendant of the Dragon King alive? Is it really impossible, just kill?

What a ridiculous thought, at this moment, Scarlet Wings Outlet realized a kind of despair, a kind of despair from the crushed bloodline, even if it is desperately struggling, it can't catch up with the gap in this innate bloodline. Moreover, this gap will gradually expand over time.

"Oh, are you still hesitating?" Muria grabbed the head of the red dragon with his front paws and smashed it into the gravel hill. "Give you some more time to think about it, when I clear it up After the group of green dragons, I will ask you again, and hope that by then, you can give me an answer that is satisfactory to me. "

"Clean up those green dragons?" Red Dragon Outlet's skull, with a molten magma-like red gold dragon pupil, looked at a golden dragon with a claw pressing its own head.

"What do you want to do?"

"I lost a group of dragons, a very large group, and now I meet you, so I will temporarily replace them." Muria looked at the green dragon group above Variant.

"You want them to surrender to you? Impossible, they are under the legendary ancient green dragon, the emerald mother Ysera."

"Legendary ancient dragon!" Muria narrowed his eyes, the strong claws of the dragon stretched out, and then a thirty-meter-long epee with the ancient mystery inscribed on a sword appeared in his claw.

Then, Muria held the magic sword, and in the frightened gaze of the old red dragon, a sword drew into its heart.

expensive! The stern, high-pitched, full of endless painful dragon roar sounded, and after a scream of exhausted screams from the red dragon pierced the heart by the dangling sword, he was so slumped on the ground that the hot dragon's blood stained the dangling sword, and then, Its pair of dragon wings were pulled down and laid softly on the ground.

"This is to prevent you from escaping." Muria looked at the red dragon who was in pain with his sword piercing his heart, and said lightly, "If you have just surrendered to me, you will not suffer this pain."

The soul-level dragon, the heart is no longer its key, even if the heart is destroyed, as long as it is not dead, it can grow and recover again. However, no longer the point, which is one of its weaknesses, Dragon Heart is still the most important point of strength for the dragon.

"You ..." Red Dragon looked at Muria angrily, with a clear weakness on his body. His dragon body was pierced, but no drop of dragon blood was spilled, because all the blood was inserted in The sword on it was absorbed, and the sword was devouring its power.

"Think about it." Muria got up, released the red dragon, spread her wings, and flew into the sky. There was a repression of the magic sword, and Muria simply worried that it could run away. As his exclusive weapon, this sword was equivalent to a part of him.

However, at this moment, Muria's large and majestic golden dragon body was in the air for a meal, and then, after months, white ropes emerged in the void, one after another entangled in him, wishing to restrain his body.

And Muria, who was suddenly restrained, did not show any panic, as if he had expected this scene long ago, his eyes were full of indifference: "Very good, I didn't abandon this dragon, but it was just too much. . "

Muria's dragon head slightly shifted, looking down, and with just such a small movement, it broke the moon-white ropes wrapped around him.

Below, a werewolf standing nearly five meters standing on the back of the red dragon, a pair of wolf claws reaching into the blade of the sword and the handle of the dagger of the sword that is inserted into the body of the red dragon ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sword and pull it out to free the red dragon.

But just before this werewolf's claws were close to the hilt, the golden thunder burst from it, splitting on it, the fiery dragon flames burned, and the hair on this werewolf's paw was burned out. The pain was very obvious on his face, but he forcibly resisted and said nothing.

A pair of wolf claws that had become blackened clinging to the hilt of the sword. Under the burning of the golden thunder and dragon flame, the flesh and blood of his claws began to necrotic, turning into carbon.

Then the sensen bones shining with metallic luster appeared, and then quickly became black. But anyway, it can withstand the burning of Long Yan and the slam of the Golden Thunder.

"It is indeed a werewolf. It really looks like a werewolf." Seeing a pair of paws that have become scorched black bones and still not giving up, Muria praised it, and then his body moved slightly, and all the ropes bound to him collapsed. Broken, the moonlight shed into strands.

"Hum hum!"

Three muffled hums sounded next to Muria, and then three tall werewolves showed their figures in the air, looking at him with fear in their eyes.