Alien Dragon

The earth claw had already been deployed, and it was impossible to stop it, and Wang Luo didn't intend to stop, watching quietly the earth claw sprang out from the ground, and grabbed Lunda fiercely and mercilessly.

Everyone was attacked. Lunda's eyes showed determination, and his mind flashed the education from his grandfather since he was a child. The mission of the Ginger family is the greatest, and everything else, including life, comes second.

Without dodging or dodging, the dark attribute fighting spirit in Lunda burst out, and he was ready to bear it. However, with his current strength, which has just entered the seventh level, it is obvious that he has no ability to deal with this blow immediately. Even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured.

Both feet have been firmly grasped by the earth spirit claws, the sharp khaki nails penetrated deeply into the flesh and bones, passing by the bones, bringing first-class brilliant sparks, blooming directly in the flesh and blood, clenching the teeth tightly, Renda didn't make the slightest sound.

The jet-black dagger flashing with black light stabbed at the square sword that was full of murderous intent. Thinking of Billy's death inexplicably, Lunda only felt a cold air penetrate into his body from the chrysanthemum and rushed straight to the top of his head. A trace of fear.

With a thought, the goose bumps on the Sifang Sword shot out strangely, turning into a handful of pitch-black sand mist, directly blocking Lunda's sight, hitting the black dagger in his hand, and the Sifang Sword lost its resistance. Trembling, accelerated suddenly.

Not far away, Wang Luo's face changed suddenly, and then his mental power gushed out. Relying on the soul fragments planted in the Sifang Sword, he pulled the Sifang Sword fiercely, and a strange flush appeared on his face.

"Bring me back!"

Seeing the Sifang Sword being inserted into Lunda's body inch by inch, Wang Luo gritted his teeth suddenly, opened his mouth and spewed out a big mouthful of blood, and let out an angry shout. return.

The bright red blood essence disappeared in a flash, and the next time it appeared, it would strangely appear on the Sifang Sword, pouring into the Sifang Sword, and immediately a slight blood light radiated from the Sifang Sword, holding the Sifang Sword firmly in place.

Grabbing Lunda's earth claws, he took advantage of the opportunity, pulled Lunda, retreated quickly, and instantly got rid of the square sword entangled with blood light, and retreated to an absolutely safe position.

Almost at the same time, after spitting out blood, Wang Luo, who was rubbing his body, grabbed the struggling Sifang sword, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and the heart-refining fire in his body gushed out, enveloping the Sifang sword.

"Lenda, I have something to deal with, I will explain it to you later!"

Glancing at Lunda at the side, Wang Luo said quickly, then left two bottles of pills, grabbed the square sword covered in yellow flames, and quickly rushed into his room.

After playing a few spells, the phantom array of water mist that had already been drawn began to move immediately, wisps of water mist flashed out, covering Wang Luo's shroud and the trembling Sifang sword inside, isolating everything outside.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Wang Luo made a tactic with both hands, and the heart-refinement fire surged out, burning the Sifang sword non-stop, and he felt a little scared in his heart. If he hadn't acted so fast just now, Lunda might have died here out of control under the square sword.

Time passed slowly, and the Sifang Sword standing in the heart-refining fire had stopped trembling. The strange repulsion and gravitational force fluctuated, and it kept resisting the heart-refinement fire, but it was obviously not powerful enough. suppress.

"What the hell are you?"

Finally exhausted the weird repulsion and suction, Wang Luo didn't let the heart training fire go straight up, but surrounded the Sifang sword in the heart training fire, and asked coldly to the Sifang sword.

"Hmph, even the little weird sword spirits dare to be rampant!"

Seeing that the Sifang Sword did not respond at all, Wang Luo immediately let out a cold snort, and with a thought, a small flag the size of a palm appeared in Wang Luo's hand, and a pitch-black pig with fangs couldn't wait to jump out of it. drilled out.

Looking around, he didn't find the little blue figure. The excited Tusk Pig suddenly showed doubts, and looked at Wang Luo with a puzzled expression, and then he was attracted by the square sword in the heart training fire .

While humming, he kept gesticulating with his body. After a while, Wang Luo understood what Fat Pig meant, and then with a thought, he removed the heart training fire, and the strange four-shot sword inside it fell to the ground immediately.

Running in front of Sifangjian, Fat Pig groaned triumphantly, but Sifangjian still didn't respond, lying there quietly, which annoyed Master Fat Pig.

Fat Pig, who can only cultivate every day except for cultivation, has greatly increased in strength. When he saw a little sword spirit who didn't listen to him, he was furious, and bursts of black energy surged from his body, invading into the Sifang sword.

This trick really worked, and not long after, a little man covered in pitch black and with a ruthless face was forced out from the square sword, looking at the fat pig with teeth and claws, but he didn't dare to make any other movements.

Slightly shaking the blood soul flag, one after another of pitch-black silk threads flashed out, weaving a small black net, netting the little man in it, and pulling it in front of his eyes. A little familiar.

"Eh(⊙o⊙)...It looks a bit like Billy, and the guy who got his ass in his mouth with the Sifang sword?"

After thinking for a while, Wang Luo suddenly understood why this villain looked familiar, and he couldn't help being slightly taken aback. Sifangjian became weird only after the chrysanthemum explosion, and it only exploded Billy and the Anonymous.

Seeing Wang Luo, the little black man immediately struggled up, his face was full of sternness, and he kept hitting the black net, as if he had some deep hatred with Wang Luo, and he would never die.

"Hmph, how dare you be arrogant even after being forced out!"

With a cold snort, Wang Luo withdrew from the black net in an instant. Before the little black man could escape, the heart-refinement fire wrapped him inside, burning non-stop. I was sluggish, and my whole body was weak.

"Since the resentment has not disappeared and is condensed in the Sifang Sword, then you can become real sword spirits!"

Seeing that the little black man didn't have the slightest resistance to resist, Wang Luo put a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said cheerfully, and then didn't give the little black man any time to resist, and a complex bloody rune penetrated into his body.

Mental power surged out, suppressing the weak little black man, Wang Luo forcefully punched the blood soul mark into the little black man, deeply imprinted in the soul of this weird sword spirit, within a moment, this The weak sword spirit passed out.

The runes on the little black body flashed, and pictures flashed in Wang Luo's mind. Wang Luo was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at the Sifang Sword lying peacefully on the ground. Much more complicated.