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"Moo!"

The Dragon nationality is very large, the head is as large as the sun, the dry skin is very boring, and the dragon tail is tens of miles long.

There is no breath of life in that dragon family. Before they get close, they smell rotten and smelly.

"God, this is a corpse dragon?"

"Isn't Qin Sheng a cult man? What soul of war is melted, and can summon a corpse dragon to come out? "

With astonished eyes, some people were shocked, some were puzzled, some were suspicious.

Cangjianfeng was also shocked. He had never seen anyone who could summon the dragon family, and he was a dead corpse dragon.

I don't know how long this corpse dragon has been dead. It's disgusting to smell it in all directions.

Not only that, some weak students even feel that the spirit has been polluted, and their eyes turn over, and they pass out.

"Qin Sheng, where are you from? How can you use such a vicious method to summon the corpse dragon to come out! " Cang Jianfeng's face was cold, and he shouted to Qin Sheng.

"It's no wonder that the saints who designed to harm Ziyang peak knew these evil methods. I think it's very important to you that Lu Hong died in nine out of ten."

"In that case, even the trial can be cancelled."

"You're on your way."

Tibet Jianfeng started. He stepped out a step, as fast as lightning, like the thunderbolt. Under his feet, there was a terrible thunder.

Too fast, just a moment, came to Qin Sheng's body.

Cangjianfeng didn't use a sword. He just slapped Qin Sheng's tianlinggai with the air of destroying the sky and destroying the earth.

"Moo!"

The corpse dragon roared, like the eyes of the size of a hill, flashing the red light of killing, winding Qin Sheng like a whirlwind, blocking the angry attack of cangjianfeng.

Qin Sheng is the youngest son in the history of the imperial court day by day. Now he is going to fall.

No one thinks highly of Qin Sheng and offends Tibetan Jianfeng, the leader of this powerful peak. He is just a self sinner!

In particular, Qin soared, looking at Qin Sheng as if he were a dead man. He pulled out a joking arc from the corner of his mouth. If he didn't fight in front, he would like to take out good wine and celebrate.

"Evil animal, dare to be fierce!"

Tibetan sword peak gave a cold snort, and his hands were all over the ground. The corpse dragon's body was full of iridescent light, especially his eyes, which emitted a large cold air with the smell of terror and corrosion.

"Click!!!"

The corpse dragon's neck is crooked, the skull is burst, whine, become the real place of death.

Qin Sheng flies back. Although there are corpses and dragons to resist, he still feels the pressure on his whole body. His viscera seem to be displaced. There are cracks. His throat is sweet and blood is pouring out.

Corpse dragon burst, bones piled up like a mountain, Qin Sheng was deeply buried.

Everyone fell into a dead silence, many people were scared of the students, can not help but secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva, moisten the cracked throat.

"It's too powerful. Is this the level of terror at the cave level?"

"Just a slap will crush the corpse dragon whose strength is no less than that of Shenfu!"

"Ha ha, it's estimated that Qin Sheng has gone peacefully without any pain?"

"Boom!"

However, in the next moment, Qin Sheng is out of the pile of keels.

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