only.

At this moment, the poet fell into endless panic!

The scales on the little dragon's back were broken, and the heartbreaking pain made him roar and scream.

But this is painful.

It's not too much for him to bear.

What frightened him the most was that Lin Tian actually knew about the existence of dragon spine scales.

Now the scales on the dragon's back have been broken by a sword.

Lin Tian was like a gangrene attached to his bones, entangled between his dragon scales, and he couldn't get rid of it. It was like a ray of light on his back.

The scythe of death seemed to be hanging around his neck.

He clearly felt the breath of death, as if it was very close at hand!

The poet knows very well what the dragon spine scales on his own dragon mean!

He never imagined that Lin Tian actually knew the existence of this fatal flaw.

"Ahhhh...impossible! This is impossible! How do you know the scales on the dragon's spine!"

The poet roared and shouted loudly.

At the same time, the huge body is like a huge mountain, rolling continuously in the sky, setting off countless wind and clouds, and making roaring sounds like thunder.

The entire Black Mountain City was trembling, and countless strong men from the Jiao Human Race were even more frightened.

They were all a little confused when they saw Mo Ke suddenly writhing in pain.

What are the so-called dragon spine scales? Even Nan Rufeng was confused.

"What's going on? Mr. Mo Ke seems to have suddenly fallen into a disadvantage?"

"Didn't that human boy want to fight for his life just now? Did he use some fatal means?"

"This is impossible! If there was a trump card to win over the bottom of the box, wouldn't it be used long ago? Why go all out!"

"But Mr. Mo Ke seems to be in pain!"

…

Many people don't understand, and many people are even more frightened.

Especially Nan Rufeng and others were extremely frightened.

If the poet fails, they will all die!

This is a life or death moment!

Ji Yun, Zhan Wuying, Fu Meishuang and others, who were originally extremely worried, now frowned and were secretly excited.

Fang Wen sighed again: "Elder Lin, this is more than just a monster! How many tricks does he have to suppress the situation? Even the most powerful people from the Dragon Clan can't do anything to him! Now, I'm afraid,

Are you still going to be killed by Elder Lin?"

"Who knows? It's unbelievable..."

Fang Wen could only sigh.

In his eyes, Lin Tian was no longer just a genius who could crush him.

This is clearly the most powerful person who can stand above the powerful creatures of many ethnic groups. He is a giant in the world!

"Strong! Too powerful! How can the human race be so powerful..."

Zhan Wuying sighed at this time: "It is said that most people in the human race are unable to practice, and their talents are rubbish! Those who can practice are basically one in ten thousand! And the top talents are far behind.

We, the Jiao people! Even though... we, the Jiao people, still have the blood of the human race flowing in our blood! But our talents are incomparable..."

"Perhaps this is also a kind of balance between heaven and earth!"

Fu Meishuang could only sigh and said: "The number of humans is staggering, and most of them are lost to the public! Therefore, it is normal for an extremely powerful person to have such a monster!"

Hearing this, Zhan Wuying could only smile bitterly and comfort himself with these words!

And at this time.

Lin Tian stood next to Mo Ke's back scale point, listening to Mo Ke's roars, curled his lips and said: "I said before, I probably know more secrets about the Dragon Clan than you do! Now!

Do you believe it? Don’t think that just because you are a member of the Shenlong clan, you feel that you are invincible! It should be easy for me to kill you now!"

Speaking of which.

The Demon Ruxiaotian Sword in Lin Tian's hand aimed at the scale point on his back and stabbed it out fiercely.

The swallowing sword light was like the breath of death, making the poet tremble all over.

He wanted to get rid of Lin Tian who was entangled in him.

But I can't get rid of it no matter what.

The rolling dragon flames swept out, but they were powerless against Lin Tian.

The whole body is wrapped in spiritual fire, and the power of dragon flames seems to be insufficient!

"Ah...no..."

The poet let out a horrified roar, shrill and hasty.

His huge body, which was as big as a mountain, suddenly kept shrinking, and finally became only the size of a small house.

The pressure all over my body also disappeared at this moment.

Many monks from the Jiao Human race who were kneeling on the ground also let out a sigh of relief at this time.

But all of them looked surprised and puzzled.

The terrifying sense of oppression seems to be related to the fact that the poet's dragon body has become smaller.

But Lin Tian knew at this time that Mo Ke's body had become smaller just to resist the attack of his sword.

If the back scale point is attacked, it will cause extremely terrifying pain, causing the body and soul to fall into spasm and paralysis.

At this time, Mo Ke, in order to resist, directly made his body smaller, and the surging blood all over his body was directed to the location of the back scale point.

"You are looking for death, you are looking for death! If you dare to kill me, I, the ancient Demonic Dragon Clan, will raze your human race to the ground! Slaughter them all!"

The poet let out a shrill scream, and his endless anger was mixed with the roar that reached the sky.

"Why don't I dare to kill you? Killing you is just like killing a snake!"

Lin Tian sneered disdainfully.

"Bang!"

The words fell.

Lin Tian raised his foot and stepped down hard on the scholar.

The power of his kick is so terrifying.

It was as if De Mo Ke turned into a meteorite falling from the sky and landed hard on the middle of the auction.

Fortunately, the many Jiao monks in the auction venue had already dispersed and went to a farther place to watch.

The auction venue suffered a disaster.

All the equipment was torn apart, and countless cracks formed spider webs.

Mo Ke's huge dragon body made a big hole there.

"Ahhhh..."

The poet let out a terrified scream.

He was roaring and shouting at this moment.

Not only the threat of death, but also the endless shame felt by such an experience.

He is a high-ranking dragon envoy of the ancient Demonic Dragon Clan. His strength is so terrifying. How could he suffer such a humiliating defeat? He has never experienced such a situation of life and death!

He couldn't accept this situation!

"Rumble..."

Just as the poet roared.

In the distance of Heishan City, there was a loud sound of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking.

In the sky around the city, there were billowing black clouds rising into the sky.

There were also a lot of soaring tactics mixed in during this period, and they even flashed across the sky with thunder.

"What's going on? Are the strong men of the human race coming here to attack us? Or are the Tianyou Mountain tribe waiting for their traitors?"

Nan Rufeng's expression changed drastically and he shouted.

But this time.

A staggering figure flew over the void. After approaching here, the figure screamed: "Clan leader, it's not good! There are many powerful ancient dragons! They have entered the city and will kill us Jiao people when they see them!"
Chapter completed!