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Chapter 218 The Great Black (Mourning) Dragon (Family) Great (Emperor) (Dog) Tagao
Wang Luo looked at the big fleshy lizard in front of him, and suddenly felt a strange sense of unreality.

In the world of comprehension, he saw a monster that could only be seen in the world of sword and magic.

Although there is a lesson learned from the necromancer, Wang Luo still finds it weird looking at Guan Zhichen, Wang Wei and others holding a gun and holding a sword next to him.

But the most important thing right now is how to deal with this black dragon named Targ'Oul.

Looking at the chubby Tagao who was staring at them, he felt that this big guy was inexplicably cute.

He took a step forward and said to Tag'ao, "Who are you and why did you appear in the Valley of Flowers?"

At this moment, in Baihua Valley, many people suddenly appeared, flying towards this side in the air.

"I am the immortal Black Dragon Emperor Targ'Oul! Mortals, why do you want to disturb my slumber!"

Wang Luo laughed. He stuck the Qinglian sword on the ground, and with his hands shaped like trumpets, he shouted to Tag'ao: "Great and immortal Black Dragon Emperor Tag'ao, please tell me why you appeared here place?"

The expression on Tag'ao's face froze, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his black face.

Then, he spat out some golden saliva angrily, and after falling on the ground, the corroded ground smoked.

"You are not qualified to inquire about Emperor Targ'Oul's secrets! Before I get angry, mortals, leave my territory!"

"Great and immortal Black Dragon Emperor Tag'ao, didn't your parents teach you what is called first come first served? This is clearly the territory of Baihua Valley!" Wang Luo shouted jokingly.

Tagao was furious, raised his front paw and patted Wang Luo.

"Mortal! Don't try to refute Emperor Targ'Oul's words, my words are the truth!"

He patted it down with one paw, feeling that this small, weak mortal should not be able to sustain the power of his paw, and would definitely be smashed into a pulp by his paw.

But after the filming, Tagao suddenly yelled in pain.

He raised his paw abruptly, and a long sword was quietly inserted into the bottom of his paw, which was also the hardest part of the leather.

Tag'ao was furious, he looked at Wang Luo who was smiling and looking at him on the ground.

"Mortal! Don't provoke me! This is my last message!"

At this time, Ji Wei came up from behind the four men, and said loudly to Tag'ao, "Tag'ao, Lord of the Black Dragon, I don't care where you come from, you are now in the sphere of influence of Baihua Valley, if you leave now , I can not pursue your previous crimes."

Tagao was furious again when he heard Ji Wei's words, but when he saw Ji Wei's face, he suddenly grinned and laughed.

"Oh~ It's not impossible to let Emperor Targ'Oul leave here. I think you look good, and you can be regarded as my appetite among human beings. Well, as long as you accompany the great Emperor Targ'Oul, How about I get out of here?"

After Tag'ao finished speaking with a lewd smile, his figure suddenly shrank sharply.

A man in a black robe with a sullen expression appeared in front of everyone.

He also has black scales around his neck and two small curved horns on his head.

At this time, the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Valley who flew out from the Hundred Flowers Valley landed on Ji Wei's side one after another.

"Sect Leader, what happened? Why did that big guy just disappear?"

Tag'ao looked at the Baihuagu disciple who fell on the ground, his eyes widened.

"The great Emperor Tagao feels that he has come to heaven. If you all come to accompany me, I can consider being the protector of your little sect." His mouth was actually drooling.

"Where did the prostitute come from!"

Seeing Tage'ao's obscene expression, the disciples of Baihua Valley scolded him one after another.

Ji Wei also looked at Tagao angrily.

"Black Dragon Emperor, don't be presumptuous!"

But some people couldn't bear it anymore, Guan Zhichen held his long sword and came out more and more.

"The pervert will die!"

How could he bear someone insulting his lover by such words.

A compelling sword energy shone on the edge of the sword, and Guan Zhichen slashed down with his sword.

Tag'ao's face changed slightly, he stretched out his hand with long nails, and grabbed Guan Zhichen's long sword.

Wang Luo stretched out his hand and sucked the Qinglian Sword into his hand.

The claws collided with the long sword, and countless sparks popped out.

The Qinglian Sword could easily penetrate into the palm of Tage'ao just now, but now, Guan Zhichen can only touch the same level as the Tage'ao human form.

Guan Zhichen retreated sharply, kicked his left foot on the ground, stabilized his body, then jumped forward and jumped out again.

He used the most standard celestial guide in the Shushan swordsmanship to guide his body with the sword, and his whole body turned into a streamer, stabbing towards Tagao.

Trag'Oul stretched out his hand to resist indifferently.

However, the long sword pierced directly into his palm.

With a pain in his palm, Tag'ao subconsciously stretched out his hand, forcing Guan Zhichen back, and then turned his palm.

A deep wound appeared in the palm of his hand.

Tag'ao roared, and the wound on his palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Mortal, you pissed me off!"

Saying that, Targ'Oul suddenly turned into the form of a black dragon again.

He opened his mouth wide, and sprayed a breath of dragon towards Guan Zhichen.

The golden and dark red dragon's breath approached Guan Zhichen with an aura of destruction.

Guan Zhichen felt the power of the dragon's breath, but the range of the dragon's breath was huge. He nervously looked at the flame that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, thinking about how to resist the blow.

However, Wang Luo suddenly appeared beside Guan Zhichen.

He stretched out his hand and held it empty.

The unstoppable dragon's breath was directly extinguished by Wang Luo's grasp.

Several sparks burst out in the air, and then disappeared into nothingness.

"Naughty beast, don't hurt my master!" Wang Luosheng was afraid that something unexpected would happen to Guan Zhichen, so he went directly to Guan Zhichen just in case.

Wang Luo stepped on the ground with his left foot, and his whole body soared into the sky.

Tag'ao was wondering why his dragon's breath was blocked so easily, when a small figure appeared in front of him.

He recognized that this was the mortal who had just stabbed his own jiojio with a toothpick.

Before Tag'ao became furious, the mortal had already swung his fist.

In Tagao's eyes, a fist is getting bigger and bigger.

Wang Luo punched Tagao on the head.

Tageao fell backwards from Wang Luo's punch.

His huge body hit the ground heavily, raising dust all over the sky.

"Beautiful job, Wang Luo!" Wang Wei was about to move, and cheered Wang Luo loudly from the audience. ,
Li Ruyi was surprised, he didn't expect Wang Luo to defeat the black dragon in front of him so easily.

Seeing the black dragon being knocked down to the ground, the disciples of Baihua Valley cheered and threw all kinds of spells at Tag'ao.

However, these spells only sparked a spark on Targ'Oul's scales, without any reaction.

(End of this chapter)