"It's not bad." Lu Qingyuan allowed his disciples to bandage his wounds, looking at the armor on Tang Yun's body, he couldn't help but show envy.

Do you now know the benefits of armor?

Tang Yun felt the evil wind coming from the dragon demon behind him, so he made a quick decision and folded flat, avoiding the opponent's tail flick, leaning down and sliding, then dodging the dragon's claws and sweeping across, and successfully ran out of the battlefield: "Okay, help.

"

Is the dragon demon strong?

Not too strong.

It's just that it's disgusting enough, because this guy can gather the power of the earth's veins and let himself fly into the air for a short time. The dragon demon is a breed of monster beast that merges with the power of the earth's veins.

Talking about demons is not demonic, talking about demons is not demonic.

Month by month!

Song Qingfeng stayed still, and when he moved, he pointed directly at the opponent's vital points. In an instant, he came to the belly of the dragon demon, raised his sword, shook it, and stabbed out with awe.

He uses an ordinary three-foot sword. To put it nicely, it is both strong and soft, but to put it worst, it can do anything, but it is not good at anything.

Don't talk about martial arts issues, this is caused by the different types of swords.

A Han sword like Tang Yun can be used as a sword or a spear. It can defeat the dragon monster head-on, and can even gain the upper hand and break armor with one sword. Song Qingfeng cannot...

If it were a soft sword like Mu Qingrou, it would be better to use an iron rod when facing this dragon monster.

Song Qingfeng, as a veteran of the world, naturally knew his shortcomings. Compared to Tang Yun's toughness, he was better at taking a smart path, but when faced with an unreasonable thing like the dragon demon, he was greatly restricted.

So he could only selectively attack the vulnerable parts of the dragon demon, or... what Song Qingfeng thought was the vulnerable part.

In general, the abdomen and stomach of animals are relatively fragile.

Nothing wrong.

But he forgot that compared to the scale-covered back, the dragon demon had claws under its belly...

Dangdang...

After several crisp sounds in succession, Song Qingfeng rushed out with an ugly expression on his face, and his breath was slightly disordered.

It is an extremely dangerous thing for an old warrior like him to forcefully fight now that he is already injured. It is no exaggeration to say that this is equivalent to overdrafting one's own life.

In comparison, Lu Qingyuan was much better. He was more than ten years younger than Song Qingfeng, his energy and blood had not dried up, and he was more comfortable dealing with dragon monsters.

"This monster can gather the power of the earth's veins to restore its own injuries."

Tang Yun noticed that the wound on the dragon demon's neck that he had dug out had begun to heal quickly, with a faint halo covering the surface.

"I'm going to help." Qin Yuanxue raised her eyebrows, stopped watching, and rushed forward quickly.

When the other disciples saw this, they also reacted: "Let's go too..."

"You guys go to hell."

Tang Yun cursed angrily and did not forget to swallow a pill: "There are many people and many hands. This monster is huge and not bulky. Can you support its claws?"

"Aren't you also in the twelfth grade?" Song Xiaotian subconsciously raised his head and glared at Tang Yun.

Song Qingfeng glanced at him and said faintly: "He has already stepped on the threshold of the eleventh grade. Although they are both twelfth grade, you are far behind him. The most important thing is, do you have this armor?"

Seeing Tang Yun's dark armor covered in blood, Song Xiaotian's mouth twitched and he was speechless.

These days, which warrior goes out wearing helmets and armor? Do you think you are going to the battlefield yourself?

But...it's good to have armor, at least it can save your life.

Song Qingfeng frowned and suddenly asked: "Xiaotian, where are your weapons?"

"My weapon? I..." Song Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked up at the battlefield: "Maybe it was lost during the fight, and I will find it back later."

Song Qingfeng looked around and suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart: "Then... where is Mo Yougan?"

"Mo Yougan, isn't it... eh? Where is Mo Yougan?"

Tang Yun raised his head impatiently, and after looking around, he was stunned: "I remember that Mo Youqian has already been approved, right? Even if the monster uses the miasma to distort our five senses and make us kill each other, not many people can be killed.

Him?"

A female disciple looked at the battlefield and suddenly pointed at a corpse with a pale face: "Sir, look over there, is it Senior Brother Mo's..."

"Damn."

Tang Yun seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter. After saying a word, he hurriedly picked up his sword and walked towards the battlefield: "I'm going to take a look. Song Qingfeng will help deal with the monster and divert his attention."

After a while~

Tang Yun ran back with a livid face holding a corpse. It was Mo Yougan who was still staring at death. There was a familiar sword stuck in his throat. The blade was so sharp that it even cut half of Mo Yougan's neck.

People who were familiar with this sword were stunned. One of his disciples subconsciously covered his mouth and exclaimed: "This is not senior brother's..."

Halfway through the sentence, she knew she had made a mistake and quickly covered her mouth.

"Whose?"

Tang Yun frowned, closed his eyes and recalled for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and stared at the dark-faced Song Xiaotian: "If I remember correctly, this should be your sword, right?"

Song Xiaotian's mind was confused and he subconsciously replied: "It's mine, but I don't know..."

Tang Yun put down the body and sighed: "This matter has nothing to do with me, but I remember that his father seems to be an elder of Tianjian Sect. You can go back and ask him for an explanation."

"I..." Song Xiaotian was even more confused.

The second generation is not stupid, he knows exactly what this means.

The Hidden Dragon Sect and the Tianjian Sect were already at odds with each other because of the ruins. Now that Elder Mo's only son is here again, I'm afraid...

In fact, Wu Qing was more confused.

Because he still remembered that when Mo Youqian was on the carriage, he talked about the plan of the trip and the purpose of the trip. Yazi was very confident. He had only arrived in the place for two days, and he didn't have time to start anything. The person was gone.
Chapter completed!