LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 120
A blood-colored afterimage swept through the sky.
A blood-haired young man stepped into the air, stood in front of the huge black dragon, and blasted out with his fists.
"Boom!"
was obviously just a pair of flesh and blood fists, but at this moment, it felt like a tank shell exploding!
In the strong explosion, even the Calamity Demon Armor covering the surface of the black dragon's body seemed to have a few scars.
In the net-like spread out of the heart, Yang Ming had naturally already predicted the other party's next move.
But when God opened a door for him, he also closed a window.
The black dragon's extremely large size made Yang Ming very advantageous when dealing with a large number of enemies, but when dealing with a blood-haired young man the size of a normal person, he encountered a dilemma.
In the eyes of the fifty-story black dragon, the blood-haired youth was like a fly in the eyes of an adult, obviously shaking in front of his eyes, but if he wanted to shoot the other party, it was difficult.
On the contrary, it was the blood-haired youth, relying on the advantage of his small size and flexible movements, constantly jumping up and down, waving an impenetrable fist shadow with both fists, turning into a storm-like attack, fiercely bombarding the black dragon.
Against such a small enemy, Yang Ming naturally had no choice.
"Zila!"
A pale arc of lightning shone in the world, scurrying like pale snakes, quickly laying on the surface of the dragon's body, forming a thunder battle armor.
Under this terrible thunder that wiped out all living beings, even the blood-haired youth had to retreat, and hurriedly dodged away, looking at the black dragon whose whole body was wrapped in pale thunder with a solemn expression.
"In the midst of this pale thunder, I even faintly sensed a trace of aura similar to me?" the
blood-haired young man thought for a moment and understood why this was so.
It must have been the surplus of this greedy black dragon that had absorbed his divine power and melted into the pale thunder.
This not only enhanced the power of the original thunder, but also disgusted the blood-haired youth!
"Look for death!" A
flash of anger flashed in the blood-haired youth's eyes, and he directly entered the blood demon state.
He was surrounded by blood-colored ribbons, and a blood-colored cloak was draped over his shoulders.
With a wave of his hand, he pulled the power of the flesh and blood realm, and directly formed a large pool of watery blood at the feet of the black dragon, and the boundless blood qi invaded the black dragon's body along the gap in the scale armor, constantly causing internal damage to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming naturally sensed the blood qi in his body like a loach, and constantly gnawed away at his own flesh and blood, as if he wanted to invade his body from the inside.
At the same time, Yang Ming also felt that he was within the range of this huge blood pool, and his body seemed to be added to a layer of gravity, and his body became a little sluggish.
However, these are just small meanings for the black dragon with the body of the immortal dragon.
After only experiencing a little discomfort at the beginning, Yang Ming had fully adapted to the influence of the blood pool, and suddenly opened his mouth of blood.
Driven by the furnace stomach pouch, tens of thousands of large fireballs erupted.
Tens
of thousands of large fireballs obscured the sight, as if they were covering the sky and the sun, and a blazing heat wave swept the heavens and the earth, as if the entire sky had become a furnace, and half of the sky was dyed with the color of flames.
The blood-haired youth stepped into the air, turning into a blood-colored afterimage, constantly dodging and moving between the major fireballs.
That posture, that movement, is simply a skill that has been tempered thousands of times, it can be called art, and it is breathtaking.
Think about it too.
Achilles, the Lord of Flesh and Blood, did not know how many years he had survived, and it was not surprising that over the course of countless years, the martial arts of collecting various living beings had merged into one to form a skill suitable for his own development.
Yang Ming's seemingly overwhelming fireball offensive, if it was against an ordinary enemy, it would naturally achieve very good results, but when dealing with the blood-haired youth, he always felt very uncomfortable.
Obviously, he had already used his heart net to predict the next move of the blood-haired youth, but the big fireball always dropped the chain at the critical moment, as if the blood-haired youth had also predicted Yang Ming's prediction.
It's just outrageous!
The blood-haired young man is like the male protagonist in the anime, facing the bombardment of the big fireball in the sky, and his body is agile and fast.
A layer of flesh and blood shield wrapped around his body, especially the two fists, giving the blood-haired youth the confidence to deal a heavy blow to the black dragon in the pale thunder.
When the blood-haired youth comes within a hundred meters of the black dragon, it immediately triggers the Pale Thunder Protector mechanism.
One by one, the pale swimming snakes took the initiative to attack, and the speed was actually comparable to that of the blood-haired youth, coupled with the large number, almost covering the blood-haired youth's body.
"Zizi!"
"Zizizi!Zizizi......"
Pale thunderbolts fell on the flesh shield surrounding the blood-haired youth, leaving a scorched mark where the thunder fell, and the smell of large pieces of flesh and blood wafted in the air, making people feel sick.
The blood-haired young man slammed into front of the black dragon again, his right leg suddenly exerted force, and he kicked at the black dragon's chin with a high leg!
Yang Ming's eyes were cold, and under the prediction of his heart, he had already expected such a move from the other party.
He took the first step and lowered the dragon's head, and under the dragon's mouth suddenly opened, the abyssal dragon breath mixed with pale thunder suddenly spewed out!
When Yang Ming grew from a young dragon to a young dragon, he transformed again, in addition to unlocking a new talent, he was also able to integrate the pale thunder into the abyssal dragon breath!
In the midst of the smell of sulfur, the black and white dragon flame was wrapped in the power to destroy everything in front of him, and in the shocked gaze of the blood-haired youth, he was completely submerged!
Yang Ming had been waiting for this moment for a long time!
With the advantage of being small, the blood-haired youth always made Yang Ming feel like a cannon hitting flies.
Finally, when the blood-haired young man took the bait, thinking that he could succeed, Yang Ming would kill his majesty fiercely!
Of course,
Yang Ming would not feel that his one blow was enough to kill the other party.
After all, the blood-haired youth is the existence of a mage and a tank!
"Boom!"
A wave of blood squeezed out Long Yan, and a blood shadow took this opportunity to escape.
The flesh and blood shield around Huhu had already melted away under the abyssal breath, and there were many burn marks on the blood-haired youth's body, but it seemed that his breath was stable, and there was no sign of life danger.
Obviously,
at the critical moment just now, the other party triggered the skill effect of survival of septic blood, which enabled him to recover in an instant when his life was dying!
After thinking of the previous nonsense, he almost capsized in the gutter, and the blood-haired young man's face was slightly hot, and he felt like he had been slapped in the face in public.