Chapter 2247

Zhao Fang turned around.

Seeing the Purple East coming and the purple little dragon behind him, his face was cold: "want to move eastward? Die!"

Raising your hand is a sword.

The sword came with a ferocious force and no warning. Zi Donglai was only concerned about guarding against the purple dragon behind him. He didn't expect that the figure in white would raid himself, be caught off guard and be directly cut by the sword.

The sword light disappeared into the purple armor from Zidong. As he always encountered, the strong defense of the purple armor will be able to block the sword for him.

"Damn bastard, how dare you attack me! I must kill you!"

Zidong cried bitterly. He really planned to put Zhao into the water and buy some time for his escape.

I never thought that Zhao Fang was so decisive and shot him directly.

Click!

A slight sound came out suddenly.

Zidong was stunned and bowed his head, but he saw a slashing sword wound on the armor that had just swallowed the sword.

Blood gushed from the armor.

"How could this happen?"

Zidong trembled and turned pale. He couldn't believe this fact.

He fought with the purple dragon, but he was embarrassed. He was not seriously injured, but he gave the first drop of blood under the white boy's sword!

The wound continued to deteriorate, affecting his internal organs and making him feel stagnant in his breathing. There were multiple shadows in front of him, which was a precursor to coma.

meanwhile.

A lot of vitality passed from his body, and Zidong smelled the death crisis.

He stretched out his hand to grasp the void, as if to grasp the soul out of his body. He wanted to leave him forever, but he grabbed an empty space.

Boom!

Finally, the palm of his hand was unable to hang down. He could no longer maintain the flying posture. The whole person fell in a vertical line and crashed into the ground, making a deep pit.

"Tut Tut, it's really miserable."

Zhao Fang glanced at the bloody pit and shook his head.

There was no pity on his face and he was very indifferent.

Although they are strangers to each other, they have no grievances or enmities.

But the moment he calculated and dragged himself into the water, he completely angered Zhao Fang.

He doesn't like to be used as a chess piece, but anyone who calculates him has to pay the price of bleeding!

"Judging from the dress, it looks like a disciple of Xianjian mountain." the elf glanced and recognized Zidong's identity.

"Whatever!"

Zhao Fang really doesn't have time to pay attention to Zi Donglai's identity, because purple Bruce Lee has come after him.

As he flew over zidonglai, the purple Bruce Lee paused, glanced at zidonglai, who fell into a pool of broken meat, and looked at Zhao Fang again.

The next moment, the purple dragon's murderous spirit soared and came to kill Zhao Fang.

"Shit, I look like a soft persimmon?"

Zhao Fang scolded.

It's just that Zidong came to drag him into the water. Now even an animal dares to trouble him.

"The tiger doesn't get angry. You think I'm Hello Kitty."

Zang Feng's ancient sword is a masterpiece of cold light. Zhao Fangren's sword is one. He leaves the six grade pangolin and kills the purple dragon.

Ding Ding!

Dangdang!

The Tibetan sword collided with the scales of the purple little dragon, and bursts of harsh metal blows came out.

Under the attack of the sword array, the scales were undamaged. Now there are many crisscross white sword marks.

They are all traces left by Zang Feng's ancient sword.

Zhao Fang's heart was cold. He withdrew and stepped back. Looking at the purple Bruce Lee who also stopped the attack, his eyes showed surprise, and he couldn't help frowning.

Purple Bruce Lee is so embarrassed that he can hunt down purple Dong. It's obviously hard to deal with.

Zhao Fang had been prepared for this, but unexpectedly, it was difficult to deal with it. Even the other party's defense could not be broken.

The purple little dragon looked at Cangfeng's ancient sword with fear. The human in front of him was weaker than the previous human. Only the sword in his hand made it have an instinctive uneasiness.

Naturally, this is not aimless. You can see one or two from the sword marks on the scales of your body.

In this way, after the first confrontation, the unexpected encounter of one person and one beast launched a confrontation, and no one was in a hurry to attack.

The confrontation angered the six grade pangolin cloud beast.

Mom, this is my territory. You fight in my territory, but you are so rampant that you dare to ignore me?

Pangolin cloud beast roared repeatedly, indicating its strong resentment against one person and one dragon.

But the next second, it regretted.

Zhao Fang and purple Bruce Lee looked at the pangolin at the same time. Their four eyes were like essence, emitting a dangerous and palpitating feeling, which scared the pangolin's head.

"Die!"

"Roar ~"

Zhao Fang and Bruce Lee attack at the same time to clean up the guy who is in the way.

Pangolins are going to cry.

I'm just complaining about my sovereignty as the owner of this territory. Who provoked who?

However.

Up to now, it's useless to say anything. The key is how to survive the powerful attack of one man and one dragon.

The pangolin rolls backward and its body shrinks into a ball. All exposed are spikes and scales, but it directly uses the strongest defense means to resist this wave of attack.

Hiss!

The first thing that came was an amazing sword.

A sword shines cold in Kyushu!

The edge is straight up to the Ninth Heaven!

The pangolin with a round drum was cut in half in an instant.

Followed by a dragon claw.

The dragon claw grasps the pangolin's body and fiercely grasps it.

Pop!

Blood splashes, flesh and blood crumbles and is directly pinched into meat mud!

The pangolin in the middle of the sixth grade of the hall didn't even resist a blow and died directly.

Seeing this, Zhao Fang shook his head slightly. He found the pangolin. He originally borrowed the other party's hand to sharpen himself and improve his swordsmanship. In the previous fight, he only used the ordinary six grade immortal sword.

Otherwise, it would be effortless for him to kill pangolins.

Unexpectedly, such a bar was inserted horizontally, which disrupted all his plans.

"Brother Shanjia, go all the way."

Zhao calmed down and his eyes fell on the purple Bruce Lee.

"This is... Purple gas source dragon fruit?"

The elf narrowed his eyes and spoke with a trace of surprise and joy.

When the purple dragon appeared, she didn't open her mouth and looked at it all the time. Until now, she seemed to see the clue.

"What? This is fruit?" Zhao Fang was stunned.

In front of him, the purple little dragon is full of blood and fierce. He is a pure cloud beast. He has two extremes with the fruit hanging on the branches like a dead thing.

"Although it's incredible, it's the dragon fruit of purple Qi source. If you can kill it, you'll see its true face."

Said the elf.

"Shit, it's really refined!"

Zhao Fang carefully looked at the dragon fruit of the source of purple Qi. This was the first fruit that could turn into Qi and blood after he entered the medicine mountain.

"Hey, hey, good. I want this fruit!"

Zhao Fang's eyes burst out with a sharp awn. With a touch of his hand, mu Lingzhu appeared and smashed at the purple dragon.

Whew!

A black awn broke through the air, with an amazing smell and fluctuation, and bumped with the purple dragon.