Chapter 572 The 385th First Battle of Liuhe

Zhang Deming frowned slightly, this was the first time he had met an opponent who had comprehended techniques and practiced above him.

Under the premise that he does not sell, he is in a weak situation as soon as he fights, which makes him extremely uncomfortable.

"My words: the poison here is suppressed!"

After tentatively opening the spirit of speech, Zhang Deming and Nie Long froze at the same time, only to see that there were also two suns in Maotu Realm, one golden and one white.

Following Zhang Deming's words, the golden sun seemed to be moved and shone a little bit. As countless golden lights flowed, Zhang Deming's words turned into a string of clear strange runes, which merged into the void.

Following this change, the poisonous mist that had already permeated the entire valley lost its activity in an instant, and was weakened by 50 to 60% in the blink of an eye. After such suppression, the poison of Nielong has lost its threat to Zhang Deming.

But in order to achieve such an effect, he almost drained Zhang Deming's dantian, and this kind of technique is not under his control, which is not a good thing.

This kind of forced extraction of spiritual power and super powerful completion of spells, if he is not careful, it is easy to lose control and drain him dry.

Zhang Deming didn't continue to try his speaking skills, Anzi quickly replenished his consumption, and the Taoist body of Xianqin Garden also started to recover with all its strength with the spirit crystal.

An emerald long sword appeared in his hand, and a hot wheel emerged under his feet. He directly turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Nielong.

Zhang Deming, who was full of speed, seemed to have stopped the whole world, but when he was about to rush to Nielong, he found that Nielong's eyes turned to look at him at this moment.

His face was startled, and the movement of the long sword that pierced Nielong's eyes subconsciously turned into a block.

"when······"

"boom······"

A bloody dragon king struck Zhang Deming's blocking long sword like lightning, and let out a long sound of gold and iron. Zhang Deming also fell downward like a cannonball.

The body seemed to be floating on the ground, and after bouncing, it smashed a long way, smashed a big hole in the ground, and then barely stopped.

"Ahem..."

While Zhang Deming was coughing, he struggled to get up from the pit with bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his right hand was drooping weakly.

"Crack..."

It wasn't until this moment that the long sword in his hand made a crisp sound, and then exploded into fragments all over the sky, which shows how powerful it was just now.

"Struggle..."

As the sound of the piano changed slightly, Zhang Deming's trembling right hand drooped weakly, and it improved at a speed visible to the naked eye. But there was no chance to breathe, the evil dragon in the sky took a mouthful of poisonous mist habitually after Zhang Deming flew out.

But after spitting out his mouth, the poisonous mist spread and became extremely weak.

He frowned, gave up the attack of the poisonous attribute, and swung the dragon's tail directly, his body blurred instantly, turning into a bloody lightning and rushing towards Zhang Deming.

Zhang Deming's complexion changed suddenly after recovering from his breath, his wings slightly opened, and his pupils shrank like eagle eyes, and only then was he able to see the figure of Nielong clearly again.

At this time, the opponent had already rushed forward, and another blood-colored dragon tail swept towards Zhang Deming.

Zhang Deming didn't choose to block this time, his whole body trembled, and he froze in place. The blood-red giant tail struck him like lightning, and his body turned into broken vines all over the sky, bursting open.

In the distance, Zhang Deming's figure quickly weaves out. At the same time, his whole body was filled with spiritual power, his face was flushed, and he was solemnly activating the formula.

Rune technique·Development: Yin-Yang Vine Lock Formation!

As Zhang Deming cast the spell with all his strength, the broken vines bursting into the sky suddenly turned into a strange formation. While swaying, black and white vines entangled towards the evil dragon.

This extremely fast change made Nielong unable to react in time, and was entangled by the vines extending from the broken vines.

But this trick, which has been used repeatedly, lost its effect this time. While the vines were wriggling, before the formation was completely completed, the evil dragon, like a mollusc, turned into several blood-colored lumps, and the flickering disappeared as the vines wriggled.

Like Zhang Deming, after leaving the range of the spell, countless pieces of flesh began to gather in the distance, and the figure of Nielong re-condensed.

The two paused for a while, Zhang Deming's expression was extremely ugly, and Nielong's expression became more serious.

After a moment's pause, the two of them moved again without saying a word, and the evil dragon's horn shone with a strange light, rushing towards Zhang Deming like lightning.

Zhang Deming waved his hand, and a huge parchment scroll appeared in front of him. After the blank parchment emerged, it turned into a card. The pattern on the back of the card was a cylindrical parchment scroll.

Summoning Contract·Spirit·Development: Spirit Beast Contract!

With a strong soul breath and the power of the contract emerging, Zhang Deming held the card between his middle finger and index finger, and threw it out to the rushing evil dragon with a serious expression.

The moment Nielong and the card came into contact, the whole movement froze, and a huge round platform emerged from under Nielong.

The round platform was densely covered with runes, and several illusory chains extended from the round platform, inserted into the body of Nielong, and bound its limbs, neck, and waist.

Nielong was suddenly restrained, stunned for a moment, looked down at the round table, then at the chain, feeling the strong power of the contract.

Immediately, his complexion became extremely gloomy, as if he had been insulted, his eyes flashed coldly and he said, "How dare you use this kind of thing on me?"

"You should be honored. I developed this technique to try to sign a baby. You should be honored to be convinced by such an ugly bastard!" Zhang Deming replied indifferently.

"court death!"

Because of this insulting technique of wearing a quilt collar, Nielong's breath was violent in an instant, and when his anger surged, the unicorn on his head flickered and stretched, and the visible speed softened and became blood red, turning into a soft red stick.

It looks like a deformed red meat (harmony) stick on the head, blood red and soft, it seems to be extremely elastic and malleable, which is abnormally weird.

At this time, as the body squirmed, some blood-red granulation differentiated, and the granulation quickly wrapped around the illusory chains around it.

As the granulation attached to the chain, the obviously illusory chain solidified in an instant, and then, the granulation rapidly proliferated, extending along the chain visible to the naked eye towards the bottom of the round platform.

Feeling the strange erosion, Zhang Deming's complexion changed drastically. Although he knew that he couldn't contract this evil dragon, he just used this technique as a variant of trapping technique to delay time. He didn't expect that there would be a risk of being backlashed by the technique in an instant.

With a movement of his mind, the round platform under Nielong disintegrated in time and disappeared slowly.

At this time, the one-horned meat (harmony) stick on Nielong's head was extremely active, as if it had its own consciousness, and it kept wriggling. Nielong raised his head and rushed towards Zhang Deming again.

Zhang Deming glanced at the other party apprehensively, his wings trembled behind him, and he disappeared in place like a breeze.

The evil dragon didn't slow down, swung its tail, and rushed towards another place under the traction of the one-horn.

After Zhang Deming resurfaced, he saw the Nielong rushing towards him, and immediately disappeared as a breeze, and the Nielong turned around again.

Just like that, within a few flashes, Nielong had come to Zhang Deming, but Zhang Deming had no choice but to fight him close with his sword.

Constantly tossing and turning, during the collision, Zhang Deming seemed to be crushed and beaten, and what made Zhang Deming most afraid was that during the fight, the meat on the head of the evil dragon kept trying to get close to Zhang Deming.

After seeing the weirdness of this shitty thing just now, he has always been on guard with all his strength. Whenever Routiao tried to sneak attack him, he would retreat in lightning, completely out of touch with him. This is the fundamental reason why he looks so defeated.

After a long time, the eyes of the two people who were moving around had a ruthless light flashing in their eyes.

The long sword in Zhang Deming's hand suddenly disappeared, and an illusory long nail was thrown towards the top of Nielong's head, who was close at hand, and his figure suddenly retreated.

At the same time, the strips of meat on Nielong's head burst open suddenly, turning into granulated worms all over the sky, covering Zhang Deming.

"Roar·······"

The Nielong who was hit by the fleeting transparent spike suddenly let out a roar of extreme pain.

The whole body was like a loach, rolling in the sky, it can be seen that the sneak attack of the God Splitting Nail really caused him serious injuries, as well as the unbearable pain in his mind.

"Um?"

Zhang Deming, who did not choose to pursue, but chose to fly back, was not feeling well at the moment.

The moment he threw the spike, Nielong's horn exploded. Even though he reacted very quickly, even if he retreated, many granules still stuck to his spiritual shield.

The moment the shield was attached, the granulation grew rapidly, forming a ball in an instant, trying to cover his entire spiritual shield.

Zhang Deming was surprised, and instantly disintegrated the shield, and then the wings shook, and the whole person retreated again in lightning.

But even though the speed was extremely fast, when he retreated, he found that his right hand was also stained with a few filamentous granulation. The granulation was like maggots. As if they found some delicious delicacy, they used his arm as soil and burrowed into it.

In an instant, Zhang Deming's arm began to deform, and blood-colored tentacles stretched out, and strong erosion quickly extended upward along the arm.

Zhang Deming made a move with his left hand, and a long sword appeared, without hesitation at all, with a twist, the long sword chopped off his entire right arm at the root.

"snort·······"

After cutting off his arm, Zhang Deming let out a muffled grunt, and quickly retreated backwards again. The arm fell to the ground, and it turned into a group of squirming tentacles as it squirmed, waving constantly.

"Struggle..."

At this time, the sound of the piano changed again, and the colorful light around Zhang Deming became even stronger.

The dark seeds in Zhang Deming's body were also beating at the same time, and a strong vitality emerged. In the wound on his arm, countless granulation squirmed out of the blood. During the rapid growth, an arm with a little blood stained grew out again.

At the moment when Zhang Deming recovered, Nielong was also relieved from the lightning attack of the God-Splitting Nail, suppressed his aching heart, and looked at Zhang Deming again with a very serious expression.

"What did you use to sneak attack on this king just now?" Nie Long said like this.

Zhang Deming also looked at Nielong, didn't answer, but said inexplicably: "Are you interested in explaining?

Lan Fuyao: "..."

Nielong froze, took a deep breath, and was not provoked by Zhang Deming for the second time.

After all, if he hadn't been insulted by Zhang Deming's contract spell just now and suddenly activated the strange power of the dragon's horn behind him, there should be hope that the battle would end here.

Therefore, due to the same loss, it is impossible for an existence like him to eat twice in a short period of time in one battle.

"If this king is not mistaken, you are able to achieve this level of cultivation with the blessing of magic, right?" He calmed down, looked at Zhang Deming and said.

Zhang Deming stared at Nielong and said, "Why, you suddenly want to fight fairly now?"

Nielong looked at Zhang Deming, and said: "Hongmeng really has no shortage of evildoers from generation to generation. In the past, this king has always stepped up and crushed others. I didn't expect that after sleeping for thousands of years, he would be a little out of date.

There are times when this king is leapfrogged, but it's just a little bit of difference in cultivation. An evildoer like you should be the pride of the Holy Land. "

At this point, he paused, turned his head to look at Lan Fuyao, who had been silently assisting him, and then slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Getting rid of the two evildoers in the Holy Land of Hongmeng at once seems to have a lot of promise for this king's comeback." .”

"You're bullying the small with the big, are you sure you can win?" Zhang Deming said with a twitching expression.

"Hehe!" Nielong heard the words, didn't know what he thought of, chuckled, then looked at Zhang Deming and said: "Although you are quite difficult, let's stop here!"

While speaking, Nielong's spiritual power began to surge violently, and Zhang Deming's complexion changed drastically due to the strong pressure.

"Resentment to the grave and ghosts roaring with hatred, and blood obsession for thousands of years to sever loyalty. The poisonous rain in the clouds and rivers clears away the qi, and the treacherous evil is pregnant with this trace. The blood dragon said: Resentment to the grave and evil tomb!"

As the opponent's spell was launched, a huge hemispherical mask covered several miles around, and the surrounding atmosphere changed drastically in an instant.

I saw that when Nielong fought Zhang Deming and Lan Fuyao before, he released a lot of flesh and blood spells. So much so that there are many traces of spells left on the ground at this moment, many granulation, flesh and blood squirming on the ground.

With the launch of the evil dragon's technique, the light shield covered the small battlefield, and the granulation on the ground began to grow rapidly and piled up continuously.

The blood-colored evil dragon also began to swell, turning into a stick of meat (harmony) stretching across the sky. It seemed that it would turn into a blood-red mass of flesh in an instant, filling the entire hemispherical space.

"Struggle..."

At this time, Lan Fuyao's piano sound changed, and the rapid and sharp sound of the piano resounded through the entire spherical space, but it was just that the accumulation of flesh and blood in the upper hemispherical space slowed down a little.

Zhang Deming took a deep breath, and a long sword emerged from behind. The long sword split into two instantly, and then split into four, splitting rapidly.

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