Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 219 Idiot!You stained my clothes!
Li Ruyi suddenly remembered a legend.

These big lizards from Dragon Island in the endless abyss have different talents with different skin colors.

The skin of black dragons has strong magic resistance, and the more powerful black dragons can even be regarded as magic immunity.

Blue dragons have a natural affinity for magic, and they have been manipulators of magic from birth.

Green dragons have special dream spells, which are extremely mysterious.

The red dragon has the most powerful melee combat ability, and also has the magic resistance second only to the black dragon.

On top of that, the king of the dragon clan, the golden dragon, has all the advantages of the black, blue, and red dragons.

In addition, there is also a very rare bronze dragon, but there is only this legend, but no one has ever seen it, and their innate ability has always been a mystery.

"He is immune to spells, don't waste your mana."

He said loudly to the disciples of Baihua Valley behind him.

In addition to tea and wine, Baihua Valley's main training direction is various spells, offensive and auxiliary.

Seeing that the spell had no effect on Tag'ao, the disciples of Baihua Valley were all stunned.

No, no, how can a girl be confused.

The disciples of Baihua Valley felt powerless for a while, and were helpless against this big black guy.

Fortunately, there is Wang Luo.

Wang Luo finally found such a qualified meat target.

After knocking Tage'ao down with one punch, Wang Luo chased after him, jumped high into the sky, and landed directly on Tage'ao's face.

He rode on Tage'ao's face, and punched Tage'ao down one after another.

Tage'ao screamed loudly on the ground in pain, Wang Luo's combination of punches made him dizzy.

In desperation, Tagao slapped himself across the face.

Wang Luo felt a gust of wind blowing from the back of his head, and he stepped on Tagao's big chin to escape the blow.

Thus, Tagao's slap was slapped squarely on his face.

"Snapped!"

This slap was extremely crisp.

The onlookers subconsciously thought about how it felt to be slapped on their face, and then they all shuddered.

"Roar!"

Although Tage'ao killed zero enemies and lost a thousand, he still managed to get rid of Wang Luo's shackles.

He stood up from the ground, squatted on the ground, and shook his head after being hit hard one after another.

"Mortal, you have successfully angered the great Emperor Targ'Oul, die!"

A burst of obscure language spit out from Tag'ao's big mouth.

"Dragon language magic! Destroy the world!"

Targ'Oul raised his head to the sky and screamed, and the sky suddenly changed color.

The originally clear blue sky became dark at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The red fire clouds gathered together in the sky, containing powerful forces visible to the naked eye.

Wang Luo looked up at the sky, frowned, and jumped up again.

He jumped to the position between Trag'Oul's nostrils, and used this as a step to jump forward, hovering in front of Trag'Oul's big mouth.

Then, he kicked up and kicked Tagao directly on the chin.

Targ'ao was kicked and closed his mouth immediately, and countless flames spewed out from his nostrils.

Thick black smoke followed the flames.

As the magic was violently interrupted by Wang Luo, the fire clouds gathered in the sky gradually dissipated.

If you look at Tagao's yellow vertical pupils now, you will find that his pupils suddenly turn red, which is caused by bloodshot eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

Targ'Oul was attacked again, he lowered his head, and covered his mouth with his two front paws very anthropomorphically.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

While coughing, he spit out black smoke intermittently from his nostrils and ear holes.

After coughing for a long time, Tag'ao stopped his movements. At this time, his reddened eyes were already filled with tears.

"Great Black Dragon Emperor, why are you beaten and cried by a mortal?" A pair of huge wings appeared on Wang Luo's back, which were the wings of light he had simulated with light magic.

Looking at Tag'ao jokingly, Wang Luo said to it with a smile.

Tagao stared at Wang Luo, opened his mouth wide, and spat out a dragon's breath towards Wang Luo again.

Wang Luo's arms were empty, and he inconceivably absorbed all the dragon's breath spit out by Tag'ao, forming a huge fireball on his chest.

Then, with both hands, he directly stuffed the fireball back into Targ'Oul's mouth.

After stuffing it in, Wang Luo repeated his old trick and kicked Tagao on the chin again.

"Great Emperor Targ'Oul, taste the breath of your own dragon."

There seemed to be a small explosion in Tag'ao's mouth, and his pupils rolled up, commonly known as rolling his eyes.

Then, his big mouth opened slightly, and a stream of black smoke curled out.

"Small mortals, please stop!"

Dizzy, Tagao saw Wang Luo rushing towards him again with his fists clenched, and quickly put his paws on his head and shouted loudly.

"What's the matter? Great Emperor Targ'Oul, little mortal, do you have any instructions?" Wang Luo stopped his movements and folded his arms.

"Don't...don't hit..."

Tag'ao held his head in his paws, and looked at Wang Luo between his two arms.

Seeing that Tagao, who had performed a standard French military salute, softened, the Wings of Light behind Wang Luo disappeared.

He landed on the ground and looked back at Guan Zhichen and the others.

All the disciples of Baihua Valley let out a cheer.

Seeing countless beauties and little beauties cheering towards him, Wang Luo only felt a little smug.

At this moment, a fierce light flashed in Tag'ao's eyes. He knew that mortal bodies are very fragile. Taking advantage of the moment when Wang Luo turned his head, he patted Wang Luo again swiftly with his paws covering his head. down.

The smiles on the faces of the cheering Baihuagu disciples froze, and before they could give a warning, Tage'ao's paw had already slapped Wang Luo's head.

Tag'ao's claw hit the ground directly.

When he triumphantly moved his paw away, ready to admire the tragic state of Wang Luo who was smashed into meatloaf, he suddenly felt his paw being lifted up.

A small arm that was completely disproportionate to his claw supported Trag'Oul's claw.

Wang Luo's whole body was photographed on the ground, with only two arms and head exposed.

He raised Tage'ao's paw with his hand, Tage'ao wanted to smash Wang Luo into the ground again, but found that he couldn't press down no matter what.

Pushing away Tagao's claw, Wang Luo exerted a little force on his arm, and threw his claw directly to the ground beside him.

He looked angrily at Tag'ao who was attacking.

Seeing that Wang Luo was fine, the onlookers heaved a sigh of relief, and then glared at Tagao.

Wang Luo stared at Tage'ao with trepidation in his heart, and then Wang Luo finally spoke.

"Fool! You stained my clothes!"

　Black Dragon Emperor Targ'ao is here~ I went to drink tonight, let's go to the second watch~
　　Please give some recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, or let the great Emperor Targ'Oul take you all into the field
　　
　
(End of this chapter)