Chapter 1092: Demon-Breaking 1 Sword

She came here to rescue Zhu Minglang.

Bai Qin'an had received Zhu Minglang's life-saving grace, not to mention that he was the son of her mentor, so she had to ensure Zhu Minglang's safety no matter what.

"He was selected as a tribute earlier, we follow him, and other disciples should be around here." Lu Ying said.

"Hide your aura well, keep your distance, and not be discovered..."

The jungle is a hidden environment for hunters, and it also provides a lot of space for prey to hide. They are still safe at this time.

"I didn't expect that someone as strong as Young Shouzun would be recruited."

"If the Dragon Shepherd can't summon the dragon, his strength is very weak. He must be very desperate at this time." Lu Ying sighed.

"Speaking of which, except for the young master, none of our team became tributes." Bai Qin'an suddenly thought of this link, and said to Lu Ying.

It can be seen that Lu Ying is a courageous and resourceful sword cultivator. She hopes that this information will be of some help to the analysis of the ability of the red-striped death dragon.

"Maybe it's because we encountered something before that. We accidentally walked through the cursed land. When the young master was patrolling the vicinity, he accidentally stepped into it..."

"Hush!"

Several people fell silent all of a sudden.

They held their breath and stared at Zhu Minglang's back.

At this time, Zhu Minglang's steps were so stiff and weird. He was stepping on a piece of withered grass. On the other side of the withered grass, a scarlet death dragon was slowly waiting for him. The **** of death in blood is waiting for people to bow down to it.

Finally, Zhu Minglang arrived in front of the red-striped death dragon.

His body pressed down slowly, and he was kneeling in front of the red-striped death dragon.

This red-striped Death Dragon was the one that ate Zhou Feng of the Zhengting Sword School at that time. It was an adult, cunning, and proud. Its eyes were half-closed, sizing up its prey this time.

Even though the saliva was dripping out, this adult red-striped death dragon still looked down at Zhu Minglang, waiting for Zhu Minglang to kneel down completely, just like an ancient ritual, the ceremony must be completed completely so that the red stripes can be revealed The nobility and elegance of the death dragon family.

One leg had already knelt down, and the red-striped death dragon opened its mouth ahead of time, showing those cutting teeth. For it, Zhu Minglang, the dragon shepherd, was extremely nutritious. Its godly body, it The high-level spirit, and those rare dragons in its spiritual realm...

This is not a food, it is clearly the meat of the gods and monks, a taste of it can lead to immortality!

...

"Do it!" At this moment, with a distance behind her, the purple sword goddess Lu Ying gave an order.

At the same time she uttered these two words, Zhu Minglang, who was half kneeling on the ground, suddenly made an incredible movement, which was completely different from the behavior of other tributes!

It was a half-kneeling and sword-drawing pose! !

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but the air suddenly became hot, feeling no different from burning! !

"Shua!!!!!!"

The sound of piercing the sky is crisp and pleasant, giving people a perfect auditory enjoyment, and one can see a sword mark glowing with red flames passing through the long neck of the red-striped death dragon with a more perfect dividing line! !

The dense bushes and maze-like tree trunks behind the red-striped death dragon were cut open like a painting, and the air suddenly ignited with hot flames, gorgeous and bright red, filling this strange area...

The head of the red-striped death dragon was separated from the long neck, and it was slowly falling down.

The speed of this sword was so fast that it was still alive when the head of the red-striped death dragon was separated. Its half-closed eyes were as big as lanterns, staring at Zhu Minglang!

The pair of dragon pupils are full of disbelief, and more puzzles... What they are puzzled about is how this person can get rid of his tribute magic! ! !

"Boom~~Boom Boom~~~~~"

The head of the red-striped death dragon rolled down on the dry grass. At the same time, there were messy footsteps behind Zhu Minglang, but the footsteps soon stopped behind Zhu Minglang.

Bai Qin'an, Lu Ying, the female sword god in white, and the others were all stunned... Looking from them, the surrounding sword fires were shining brightly, and the vast jungle in front of them suddenly disappeared, revealing the long-lost starry night sky. Most importantly, The one whose head is separated is the red-striped death dragon! !

The back of Zhu Minglang half kneeling there is also like a god of death holding a sword, cold but heroic, the action of drawing the sword and cutting the dragon even gave several people a sense of joy, as if the bad breath in their hearts had spit out instantly Come out, this sword is finally a snow of shame! !

"Young Master..."

Bai Qinan couldn't help calling out.

Zhu Minglang was so focused on dealing with the red-striped Death Dragon, he really didn't notice that brave sword masters came to rescue him.

Looking at their frail bodies and pretty faces, Zhu Minglang suddenly found that there are still many beautiful people in Yuheng Xinggong. He smiled and said, "I'm fine, I'm worrying you."

Dare to break through the fear of the red-striped death dragon and come to fight. This is not as simple as being brave. Zhu Minglang is even more impressed by these women.

"But...but why did you..." Zijian Tiannv said in amazement, she even stuttered.

"Guwu~~~Guwu~~~~~" The strange cry of the red-striped Death Dragon resounded from different shrub layers.

"I'll explain to you after I kill these fake gods of death!" After Zhu Minglang finished speaking, he opened the door to the spiritual realm.

The imprint on Zhu Minglang's palm is constantly changing with sacred brilliance. There are flaming dragon totems, glacier god seals, and ghostly flames instantly flooding the surroundings. In the tumbling ghostly flames, one end has an ancient horn. , the mighty head of the Dragon of the Emperor of the Night flew out...

Lu Ying, Bai Qin'an, and the white-clothed swordsman were all dumbfounded!

How many dragons does Zhu Minglang have? The cultivation base of each of these dragons is ridiculously high, no less than some elder dragon groups in Wanlong Valley!

It is said that a powerful dragon shepherd is equivalent to a sect. Lu Ying didn't believe it before, thinking that the supreme sword master is king. Now she has to admit this fact!

Zhu Minglang was very angry.

The result of being angry is that the whole dragon attack will definitely wipe out the red-striped death dragon family! !

These red dragons look like the god of death, so let them have a taste of being tortured and killed! !

"You take good care of your disciples, they have young eggs in their bone marrow." Zhu Minglang said to Lu Ying and Bai Qin'an.

It took a long time for several people to come back to their senses, and then nodded.

With Zhu Minglang's sword that chopped off the red-striped death dragon, Lu Ying and the others further confirmed that the red-striped death dragon is not as scary as imagined. They are not the real god of death, and people are not its tragic tribute!

They quickly dispersed to rescue those disciples who were still walking towards the red-striped death dragon... Knowing the reason, it would not be difficult for Bo to protect their lives!