MTL - The Daily Life of the Immortal King

A glazed dragon **** that has never been seen in the long history of the dragon clan. The dragon-headed man holds a seven-colored long sword.

This kind of momentum is too powerful, almost equal to the three leaders of the dragon family in the ages, but the most frightening thing is that such a glazed dragon and snake Qiao Yanyuan has never been impressed.

The powerful descendant of the dragon descendant, the genetic lineage of the dragon family, is naturally familiar with the history of the dragon family, but the appearance of the glazed dragon **** is a vacancy in the memory, which made Qiao Yanyuan, who thought he could manage everything successfully, felt a strange sense of fear.

On the ferry in the forbidden area, a drop of cold sweat fell from Qiao Yanyuan's forehead and spread on his feet.

His body was also closely watching the battle for Wang Muyu, and when he saw this glazed dragon **** that did not belong to his memory, a kind of unease beyond his expectations immediately surged into his heart.

What is this glazed dragon god?

Doubts filled his mind immediately.

Soon, a trembling from the soul followed!

It was the sub-body who was carrying out the task of Wang Muyu's competition in the distance, and suffered trauma!

The glazed dragon **** holding a long sword carried an amazing domineering domineering, the eyes of the dragon **** released seven-color splendor, his eyes were like torches, his body moved instantly, dragging a hazy seven-color fairy energy.

The first blow was almost instantaneous!

"So fast!"

Splitting the body, Qiao Yanyuan opened his arms to block it, and cut it down with a knife, and the strong Wangu Dragon Qi immediately dissipated.

"Kacha!"

The long knife fell, and the seven-color divine thunder fell almost simultaneously from the void. It was extremely terrifying, with an aura of annihilation of the avenue, distorting the space of the core world.

The split body reacted quickly, and although he immediately gave birth to a spiritual shield and reached out to block it, he couldn't help but feel shaken when he saw such an amazing breath falling like a god.

He thought that he had absorbed the power of the vast parallel space and was fearless, but at this moment he was still a little panicked, and the aura all over his body immediately burst into the shape of dragon scales in his bewitching crystal body. It is coated with a layer of armor.

Wang Muyu held the horn, slightly floating in the air, his eyes were almost in sync with the glazed dragon god, as if he was driving this powerful mecha to fight with Qiao Yanyuan's split body. A tacit understanding is like a person.

Chi!

The knife stuck firmly on Qiao Yanyuan's arm, directly peeling off the stomach and crystal dragon scales on his arm, causing his body to gasp in pain.

Sure enough, this is the real clone.

Wang Muyu saw this scene from a distance and was convinced of the nature of the divided body in front of him.

A real clone fully possesses part of the fighting power of the main body, and will not disappear at will due to pain and heavy trauma. A powerful real clone even has its own will.

The most important thing is that a spatial relationship is formed between the main body and the real avatar, and if necessary, it can even directly change hands and play the main body.

Wang Muyu took a deep breath.

This is an uphill battle.

He is very clear that this Qiao Yanyuan is staring at him... Bai Zhe's side is a generation who does not talk about martial arts, so it is not ruled out that he will use his real clone to consume himself first, try to find out his truth, and then directly cut Possibility of the ontology fighting him.

The sword of the Glazed Dragon God played with style, but the power it contained was far beyond the imagination of the body. After the sword fell, strange ancient lines began to emerge on the slender sword.

&n/>This is an inscription that strengthens the magic weapon. It is an existence that cannot be read by non-modern self-cultivation civilization, even in the eternity.

The split body suddenly felt like an enemy, and felt a strange feeling.

Boom!

His crystal body burst into light, and he used his own cultivation to carry out extreme resistance, trying to stop the next slash of the Liuli Dragon God!

The power of the head-first knife has been felt by the body, and the power-charged blow of this knife will be significantly more terrifying.

This glazed dragon **** is not in the history of the dragon clan, and belongs to the knowledge blind area of ​​Qiao Yanyuan's body. It is precisely because he knows nothing about this glazed dragon **** that Qiao Yanyuan and his separate body have a feeling of being unable to start.

The inscription on the seven-colored long knife shines, rendering this long knife into a terrifying myth and legend, just looking at it, there is a sense of horror, the aura emanating from it is like a dazzling galaxy pouring down, it is extremely domineering.

"Strange! What the **** is this!"

His body was in a hurry, he shrank into an inch, and his figure quickly shrank back. Intuition told him that this blow could not be hard-attached, and he had to find a way to avoid it.

However, the power of the glazed dragon **** once again exceeded his expectations. I saw that the dragon **** used his fingers to contaminate a little bit of sword energy, and the swords and fingers swiped into the void. very close distance.

"Using the knife gas to directly smash the space in front to shorten the distance..."

With a simple hand, he directly cracked the method of shrinking the ground into an inch, which was something that was difficult for everyone present.

The most flamboyant attacks often don’t require so many movements, the most powerful blows are often more unpretentious, and the Liuli Dragon God’s posture is very unrestrained. Breathing, attacking, and slashing with swords all reveal the power of the Dragon God of Daozhijian.

"What a hassle..."

Splitting his body, he frowned. He thought that this battle was won steadily, but he didn't expect Wang Muyu's real name, the Dragonborn Magical Artifact, to be so difficult to deal with.

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On the other side, Sanxian'er was in the circle of the world, in the carriage that Wang Ling was riding.

Wang Ling and Sun Rong closed their eyes, Wang Muyu's battle scene was also synchronized with Wang Ling's mental will, and then Wang Ling gave it to Sun Rong together.

Although the two were in the game world, they still did not forget to care about the outside world.

"What is this magic weapon of Xiao Muyu? The glazed dragon **** summoned is so powerful." Sun Rong was amazed. This kind of confrontation is not something that a monk who has just entered the Jindan stage can participate in at close range. There is no strong protection. With a shield, Reiatsu alone can crush her into a patty.

"It doesn't count, it's a summoning magic weapon." Wang Ling explained using the sound transmission technique.

From the very beginning, Qiao Yanyuan made a mistake in splitting his body with him.

It seems that Wang Muyu blew the horn to summon the glazed dragon **** to appear, but in fact the real purpose of this glazed horn is not to summon.

"It's not a summoning magic weapon? But it's obviously..." Sun Rong sighed slightly, she knew that this was knowledge beyond her comprehension.

Wang Ling's expression was always calm. He folded his arms and looked at everything, as if he was in a position to win this battle: "Also, this is not a wooden fish, it is a dragon-born magic weapon."

"That is to say, Muyu's natal dragon-born magic weapon is actually not this?" Sun Rong was surprised: "Then how did this magic tool come from?"

"Used to confuse them."

Wang Ling said, "I prepared one for him in advance."

Sun Rong: "..."