Chapter 2065 Knife Lock Dragon 9

"How is this possible?" Hughes was shocked.

Of course, she has heard of Long Jiu's name, and the blood demon Longmang is also famous. In terms of the ability to compress power, Long Jiu ranks undisputedly number one among the new generation of dragons. At the first level, he was not as good as Long Jiu in this respect.

This has something to do with Long Jiu's blood dragon avatar, both belong to the dragon clan, and the dragon clan ranked higher than Long Jiu can't do it to his level.

It's unbelievable that Han Sen compressed his strength to the point where he could fight Long Jiu in a short battle.

Not just Hughes, even Long Yi frowned slightly, Long Qi and Long Fifteen all showed shock, and Long Nineteen was also surprised.

Boom!

The poisonous fangs and the blood demon dragon's light intersected and strangled, almost shattering at the same time, and the sky was full of purple air and blood.

Long Nineteen's face was a bit ugly, and with a roar, the Blood Dragon Spear volleyed towards Han Sen again, and the blood light on the gun turned into a demon dragon, which was even more terrifying than the last blood demon dragon light.

Han Sen didn't back down, and the Blood Feather Knife slashed forward fiercely, and he slashed head-on with each other.

Attack against attack, the fangs of the evil spirit and the blood demon dragon clashed in the air, the purple and the blood color collided together, causing a terrifying explosion, and the shock wave oscillated, causing those alien species who were too close to the battlefield to vomit blood one by one , who was a little weaker, exploded in the shock of the aftermath, and blood and flesh splashed everywhere.

The smoke dissipated, and I saw that the huge blood demon dragon light had been shattered, but Han Sen's saber energy hadn't been completely shattered, and a little purple light was like a fang, biting towards Long Jiu's body.

Long Jiu shot out, piercing the fangs and cutting them into pieces, but his expression was extremely ugly. He lost to Han Sen in the technique of compressing power that he is best at.

In fact, Long Jiu can't be regarded as a loser. Han Sen's compression method is learned from Long Jiu. In terms of pure compression power, Han Sen still can't compare with Long Jiu, but Long Jiu's strength is as strong as Yang, and Han Sen His strength is firm but soft.

After the two similar forces collided, once Long Jiu's power shattered, they would all shatter at the same time. After most of Han Sen's power shattered, the remaining power could still remain solid. This is flexibility The benefits of strength.

Too rigid and easy to break, the reason why Han Sen was able to take advantage was the effect of such a little bit of softness.

Now the two of them finally came to the same starting point again, and the remodeled Jueya Zhili and Longjiu's Longmang already had the same lethality.

Long Jiu could no longer rely on the protective dragon light to block Han Sen's saber power, and he could no longer be as unscrupulous as before, only attacking but not defending.

The Yaknife was unscrupulously vertical and horizontal in Han Sen's hands, and it was constantly fighting with Long Jiu's spear. The gunshots spread, almost a dead end.

Han Sen's saber is getting stronger and stronger. On the other hand, Long Jiu's advantage is no longer half a point, and he has lost the suppression of absolute power. In terms of skills, Long Jiu is obviously not Han Sen's opponent.

"Impossible, this is impossible." Long Jiu couldn't accept such a result. He suffered so much suffering and suffered so much to train the blood demon dragon light, which was defeated by Han Sen, an imitator. Evenly divided, even faintly surpassed him, it is difficult for anyone to accept.

Long Jiu spat out a mouthful of dragon blood on the dragon gun, causing the dragon light on the dragon gun to explode. He was going to use all his strength to condense a more terrifying blood demon dragon light to fight Han Sen again.

But just as he raised his gun, and before he could blast out the blood demon dragon light on the gun, his body suddenly froze in the air, his arms trembling, but he couldn't move forward half an inch.

I saw a series of invisible knife threads entangled Long Jiu's arms, legs and body. Long Jiu's arm was pulled by the knife threads, and he couldn't move forward.

"Roar!" Long Jiu roared angrily, and the body guard's blood dragon glowed brightly, wanting to forcibly tear off those blade threads and stab the spear out.

I saw blood gushing out, the knife threads were not broken, but were strangled into his armor, scales and flesh, and blood spurted from the knife marks all over his body.

"Brother Nine!" Both Long Shiwu and Long Nineteen exclaimed, with expressions of astonishment on their faces.

Han Sen pressed down with his saber, and the blade thread on Long Jiu's body tightened even more, and he was directly hoisted up. He couldn't even hold the Blood Dragon Spear, and fell from his hand.

The blood dragon gun that lost control fell to the ground, and the dragon lights exploded, blasting a deep hole in the ground.

Han Sen's current knife wire is not the same as the previous one. After successfully transforming and compressing the power of the teeth, Han Sen has a further understanding of the honeycomb structure compression method, and finally successfully compressed out The thread of saber spirit that coexists rigidity and softness.

Although the current saber thread is not as sharp as Long Jiu's dragon light, its toughness is first-class, still above the dragon light. Even Long Jiu couldn't break Han Sen's knife thread.

"Roar!" Long Jiu roared again, and the dragon light on his body erupted like a volcano.

One by one, the saber wires were broken in the dragon's light, but there were more saber wires entwined around his body, which still made it difficult for him to move an inch.

Click!

The Blood Feather Knife was pressed down by Han Sen again, and more blade wires tightened around Long Jiu's body. Long Jiu's body seemed to be entangled by invisible steel wires, his limbs were twisted badly, and his neck and waist were getting tighter. The tighter it was, the dragon's scales were strangled, blood gushed out continuously, dripped down from the air, and scattered everywhere.

Countless dragons and nobles were dumbfounded, and no one could believe that Long Jiu would lose, and he was defeated by the strength he was best at.

That is Dragon Nine, the Nine Sons of Longmen are different from ordinary dragon sons, they are the true pride of the Dragon Clan, each of them has great opportunities and talents, they are the true favored sons of heaven, enough to make the Dragon Clan proud.

Now Long Jiu was hung in the air by Han Sen. No matter how hard he roared, the scales and flesh on his body were cut open inch by inch, like thousands of knives, the blood of the dragon flowed like a river, he was already dying, and he was about to die.

"Enough!" With a wave of Long Dao's hand, an invisible force instantly cut off all the blade threads, and Long Jiu, who was seriously injured, was also pulled into the copper cart by a force.

Long Qi immediately caught the seriously injured Long Jiu, and healed Long Jiu with his own strength.

Han Sen had expected this to happen. With Long Yi here, how could he watch Long Jiu be killed by him.

"You are very strong." Long Yi stepped down from the bronze chariot, just stood in the air casually, did not burst out the strength and aura of his body, and gave people a feeling that the aura of heaven and earth was condensed in him alone. Feel.

Holding the Blood Feather Knife, Han Sen looked at Long Yi calmly. He didn't think that he killed Long Shisan and fought the Dragon Clan to such an extent that Long Yi would let him go graciously.

"That's why you deserve to die." Long Yi continued indifferently, a terrifying aura erupted from him at the same time.

Han Sen only felt that the whole world seemed to be occupied by a terrifying giant dragon. The giant dragon stared at him as if it could swallow Han Sen with only one mouth, and there would be no scum left.

"Long Yi, why bother with a junior." A clear voice came from the sky, and Han Sen suddenly felt that the feeling of being stared at by the dragon disappeared without a trace.

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