In the huge impact, many of the black dragons collapsed, but just a moment later, the surrounding magic mist air was like a wandering energy body, and it was quickly replenished. The original crumbling dragons also

A little more solidified.

On the other hand, the old beggar's golden dragon was very fierce at first, with the potential to destroy everything. However, when the golden dragon plunged into the dense magic mist, it seemed to be stuck in a swamp. It was twisting and turning.

The winding dragon body struggled hard to break through the thick magic mist.

If the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms are the flying dragon in the sky, then the black dragon is the dragon, and the energy of the magic mist becomes the swamp lingering in the surrounding space.

But in the swamp, the harder you exert force, the more passive it becomes, and the golden light on its body becomes dimmer and dimmer. In the end, under the devouring of the black dragon, the golden dragon-shaped energy can no longer support it.

Come on, it just collapsed into nothingness. A strong dragon can't suppress a local snake, let alone in a swamp.

…

The black dragon broke through the dragon-shaped energy, and in a blink of an eye, it had arrived in front of the old beggar. The terrifying power pushed the old beggar directly into the sky, and the red and hot blood sprayed out, dyeing the old beggar.

Half the sky turned red.

"Grandpa!" Ah Xing broke away from the healing state, endured the pain that had not yet healed, jumped into the fish, and caught the old beggar who was thrown from the air.

The old beggar's face was pale, his breath was sluggish, and all the meridians in his body had been shattered. It seemed that he could no longer survive.

"Grandpa."

Ah Xing's eyes were dull, he murmured softly, and tears couldn't help but burst into his eyes.

He never thought that he would meet the old man who guided him, nor did he think that this old man would die for him. His nose felt sore, and a feeling of sadness filled his heart.

"Axing, death is inevitable in life. Don't be...sad because of my death. You should...live, carry forward your profound martial arts...and teach your Tathagata palm to more people."

After the old beggar said these words, his originally cloudy eyes became even dimmer, slowly closed, and finally died in Asing's wrist.

"Grandpa!" Ah Xing held the old beggar's body, raised his head, and let out a heart-rending cry, which seemed extremely tragic.

Completely opposite to Ah Xing's sad mood, Mita Norio was sneering, sneering loudly, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes: "To be able to die in the hands of the loyal man of Hades, King Kong

, you should be happy, hehe, I will sacrifice all your souls to the great god Hades to create supreme glory."

Norio Mita had a sinister look on his face, and the grimace totem on his body even made a creepy scream. He exuded a murderous intent and walked over step by step.

"King of Vajra? Taking advantage of people's danger, I think it's clearly the rats. Since you worship Hades so much, then let me send you to hell and serve your god Hades!"

However, at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, without any emotion, as if it was a curse from hell.

In a hard and claustrophobic building, Li Xiao raised his feet, kicked open the wall of the clean room, and walked out of the dust.

Li Xiao is out of seclusion!
Chapter completed!