Long Cheng raised his arms like an obsessed person, as if he was extremely proud of his possession of the most precious bloodline in the world.

"I am the royal family of the Jiao clan. I have the bloodline of the noble dragon. I am born to be a strong man. You only have the bloodline of the lowly mortals. You are destined to be able to look up to me forever and never reach my realm."

As he said that, Long Cheng kicked out again, and Qin Cheng barely turned sideways, but was still beaten away again, and the sea of ​​energy surged.

"Don't understand yet?"

"This is the realm of bloodline. The lowly mortals are prohibited from using noble spiritual energy."

Long Chengjiu punched him out again. Qin Cheng bowed his head to dodge this time, but when he was about to fight back, he was hit by Long Cheng with one punch back.

Next, it seemed that no matter what means Qin Cheng tried to use, it would not work. Instead, Long Cheng pressed forward step by step and kept his hands.

Flying in the corner, Qin Cheng gasped heavily, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth at this moment.

"Didn't you have a great time fighting before? Why can't you resist now?"

"Now kneel down immediately, hand over the Xuangong, and hand over the Liujin armor. I can consider spareing you, otherwise, I will trash your body, hang you on the flagpole, and walk around every place next."

After success in a row, Long Cheng couldn't help laughing.

He was beaten by Qin Cheng all the way, and now he can finally be proud in this territory that belongs to him.

Can't resist?

But at this moment, Qin Cheng also smiled.

He got up, and both of them laughed through the fog.

"What are you laughing at? Are you despairing, or are you planning to cover up your panic with a smile?" Long Cheng sneered.

"No, I laughed because I saw through something and saw you bluffing and trying to disintegrate my fighting spirit so that you can win without fighting." Qin Cheng smiled.

"Just, now it's like pinching you to death is like pinching a bed bug to death. I need this?" Long Cheng laughed.

"Haha, don't you need it?"

Qin Cheng wiped away the blood stains from the corner of his mouth and looked at Long Cheng.

"Don't you call yourself a dragon's bloodline, don't you think this is your space? Why do you always attack me with your fists and feet instead of your giant axe and your fairy sword?"

"You're thinking too much, I just want to torture you a little more. Do you think I can't use weapons?" Long Cheng sneered.

"In fact, you just can't use weapons, right?" Qin Cheng shook his head.

"It's better to draw out the fairy sword now and then use a mysterious skill or even a sword energy like before. If you can do it, I will admit defeat on the spot, what if?"

Long Cheng's smile suddenly calmed down.

"I can't use it, right?"

Qin Cheng's expression became more and more natural.

"You covet my mysterious skills, my golden armor, and you still have injuries to treat. How could you still have the intention to torture slowly? In fact, this space is not as you think."

"Fart, this is my mysterious skill. Do I don't know how to use this space!" Long Cheng said furiously.

"Is that true?"

"I've tried it again and again, and I've already understood that the rules of this Dragon Space are not what you said."

At this time, Qin Cheng became completely calm.

"If you don't believe it, you can try again."

He waved to Long Cheng and signaled Long Cheng to continue.

Long Cheng turned cold and punched him again.
Chapter completed!