Wang Lang heard what these two people said and gradually understood what Dragon Slayer wanted to do.

This old turtle grandson wanted to steal the country's fortunes and allow himself to reach the legendary extreme state.

How could this make this grandson succeed?

Tu Longsheng is really the kind of person who is better off than the world.

If you kill a dragon, you must die. If you kill a dragon, you will definitely have great harm to the people.

Longmen never cares what the people can give themselves. Longmen knows very well that peace can only prosper and develop.

Wang Qinghou looked at Dragon Slayer, and Dragon Slayer's expression gradually became crazy.

"Wang Qinghou, are you really going to stop me?"

Wang Qinghou did not reply, his lips were slightly tense, and his expression had already explained everything.

Dragon Saw Sheng's face was gloomy, and there was a choking sound.

A long golden sword was pulled out.

Tu Longsheng held a long sword in his hand.

"Die!" Tu Longsheng rushed towards Wang Qinghou. The long sword in his hand came towards Wang Qinghou's eyebrows.

Wang Qinghou slowly raised his hand, "Come on the dragon sword!"

Wang Lang was about to throw the dragon sword over.

Unexpectedly, the ferocious dragon sword in his hand actually came out and flew towards Wang Qinghou.

This scene shocked Wang Lang.

This is the first time I have seen this kind of damn things from the air.

I heard the Dragon Slayer say just now.

Both of them are at the peak of the Creation Realm.

But judging from the battle just now, Wang Qinghou seemed to be even better between the two.

Dragon Slayer seems to be slightly inferior, and he cannot beat Wang Qinghou.

As the dragon sword reached Wang Qinghou's hand, Wang Qinghou's wide robe instantly expanded as if he had activated some special skill. His robe suddenly expanded. It was bulging and windless.

There was a jingle sound!

Swords meet.

Martians erupted from the swords.

The fight between two people is not the kind of fancy thing that ordinary people do, but all depends on internal strength to compete.

In a short while, the two of them fought hard.

Wang Lang could only watch with a glance.

The levels of these two people are not something that Wang Lang can fight now.

Now Wang Lang is just giving away the heads, and the system will automatically determine the type without reporting.

Sword and sword shadow.

A long distance between Wang Lang could feel the terrifying wind from the two of them.

The leaves on the ground gradually floated as the two of them fought.

The two of them fought in circles on the spot, faster and faster.

After three or two minutes.

All the leaves on the ground flew completely with the fight between the two people and began to rotate around the two people.

From a distance, it looks like two people fighting in a tornado formed by leaves.

Not long after, I could no longer see what it looked like inside, and no one inside could see it.

It’s useless for Wang Lang to be anxious.

There are several waves of people in the field, Wang Lang is one wave, dragon slaying is one wave, and there are also melon-eating people.

All the melon-eating people have been completely crazy now and have lived for so long. They have never seen such a brilliant fighting effect.

Some people even think that they are living in a dream, pinch their thighs hard, and the pain tells them that they are not mistaken, just two people are fighting.

The strange old man jumped from a tall building and the man in black robe fell from the sky. The effect of the two fighting was even more gorgeous than the special effects movie.

Let's look at the rest of the others.

There are all kinds of strange shapes.

There are even strange-shaped figures above the tall building.

Shamat, who was wearing costumes and old clothes from the 1980s, could be seen vaguely behind the rest. He stood densely on the rooftop, and I wonder how many people were.

There were also young men wearing armor on the ground, handsome middle-aged men, strange old men wearing cuckolds, and a fat man who thought he was very mean without saying anything.

The figures on the roof are neatly arranged.

Thunder rolls in the sky.

But it's just thunder and rain, I don't know why.

The black clouds pressed against the head, making people feel depressed.

The feeling of depression is overwhelming. In addition, there is also a gloomy feeling that many people can't help but touch their arms. There are goose bumps on them.

Wang Qinghou and Tu Longsheng fought and did not stop. They could only see the tornado formed by leaves that had become higher and higher. They circled on the ground at the beginning and finally reached the height of two floors. Judging from the situation in front of them, it seemed that there was still momentum to rush up. I don’t know how high it could be condensed to in the end.

Wang Lang swallowed his saliva without saying a word. He looked at the scene in front of him with a tense expression.

The fat man didn't know what he was thinking, his little eyes were spinning.

Cao Qiufeng and the ghost hand beside him were also standing together and watching the two people in the tornado.

If you can't see it, you can only feel which one is stronger and which one is weaker by feeling the breath of two people.

Wang Lang could clearly feel the feeling of the Qi bursting out from the two of them.

The Qi on Wang Qinghou's body was that warm, but the Qi born from the dragon slaying was very uncomfortable, and it was that cold feeling. As long as the Qi born from the dragon slaying was touched, Wang Lang would get goosebumps all over.

It feels like cold water falls from your arms bare and your arms are bare in the middle of winter, and it is cool.

Two people are two extremes.

This level of battle is not something that Wang Lang can temporarily contact.

Wang Lang always felt that someone was staring at him in secret.

He turned around and looked up and finally looked up and saw above the tall building.

It turns out that someone is staring at him.

A hundred miles long orphan.

Baili Changgu's eye is blood-red. One eye is normal. There is no such situation among so many people. It is strange that it is unique.

A long distance from the distance, Baili Changgu grinned at Wang Lang.

Exposed her mouth full of thick teeth.

In addition to Baili Changgu, there was a person standing next to him.

Baili Changgu's junior sister Qiuqiu.

Wang Lang clearly remembered that Qiuqiu was killed, but now he is standing there so well.

One living person.

Wang Lang remembered that Baili Changgu said that there was a way to revive the dead when slaying dragons. At that time, Wang Lang did not believe it, but now Wang Lang is a little dazed.

But when I look at Qiuqiu's state, I seem to be a little stupid, and it is still a little different from normal people. Why is it different in detail, Wang Lang can't tell me, and that feeling is very strange.

"Black Dragon King, Black Dragon King."

Not far away, the fat man whispered to Wang Lang, and Wang Lang didn't know what this fat man was going to do.

The fat man pointed at Han Yin, the White Dragon King tied up on the tall building over there.

"Do you want to secretly go up and save your junior brother? Now is the only chance?"

This statement really reminded Wang Lang.

If the battle between Tu Longsheng and Wang Qinghou stopped, it would be very difficult to save Han Yin from Tu Longsheng at that time.

Nodded at the fat man.

The fat man took off the three nunchakus in his hand and handed it to Wang Lang, letting Wang Lang be a weapon.

Holding the nunchakra in your hand.

The two of them looked at each other and rushed towards the tall building at the same time.

Cao Qiufeng and Ghost Hand came towards Wang Lang and Fatty Man at the same time.
To be continued...