Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1297
There were already a lot of people on the field, because of the opening of the Ghost Imperial City, all the young disciples from outside the region and from the Great Xia Kingdom gathered here.

The disciples of Chang'an Academy felt ashamed, as if they had been slapped severely, but they were speechless to refute.

The Black Flood Dragon Prince made such a fuss just now, and their captain of the guard was only persuading them with good words, without the slightest backbone in front of others.

Now that he encountered such a stubble as Long Fei, he was beaten like a pig's head, his head was red and swollen, and four or five teeth were knocked out.

Some people whispered, "Isn't this devil injured by the Dao, why is there something wrong now?"

"You don't know? He just came out of Tianyinfang, and he was probably cured by Tianyinfang!"

"My God, isn't he going to be invincible?"

"Back then in Tianzhu Mountain, he was the one who killed the ancestors of various sects!"

"He is powerful, and he probably wouldn't dare to kill the monks of the Sea Clan. Everyone knows that the monks of the Sea Clan are the most united. Especially the Flood Demon King of Fangzhang Island. Those who offend them have always had a dead end."

"I think he is also bluffing, he only dares to bully Chang'an Academy!"

The disciple of Chang'an Academy was confused, and turned his head to stare at the speaking disciple.

Damn, their Chang'an Academy is famous in the capital, and they can be compared with all the first-class sects.

When did you become a target that everyone can bully?

Someone was searching the crowd for Yi Qingyun, the genius of Chang'an Academy and the son of the prime minister.

Yi Qingyun was standing at the back, watching the excitement with the geniuses of the various factions.

Now suddenly surrounded by the crowd, with a look of bewilderment.

Someone shouted, "Senior, don't you want to take care of this person who insults me at Chang'an Academy?"

Yi Qingyun glared at him coldly, with an expression of meddling in my business.

His brother's revenge has not been avenged yet, so of course he hoped that Long Fei would die.

But at this moment, Long Fei was obviously teaching Prince Hei Jiao a lesson, and it had nothing to do with him.

It's good for him to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, why bother to get involved in this turmoil to make himself unhappy.

Seeing that he did not agree, the disciples of Chang'an Academy discussed in disappointment, saying that what Long Fei said was right, and that the bones of Chang'an Academy were really soft.

The Black Flood Prince took a few steps back, took the elixir to slow down his vitality, and roared furiously, "Bastard, I let you take advantage of it, do you really think you are invincible?"

He raised his hand to sacrifice a scale, golden, the size of a palm, with naturally formed lines on it, but it seemed to be intentionally carved magic lines, and suddenly threw it up in the air.

The scales became bigger and bigger, and became the size of a mountain in the air, and they pressed down on Long Fei.

In the void, there was a dragon's dharma image flashing, and the coiled scales roared, shaking the entire Chang'an Academy.

The eardrum of the low-cultivation disciple ruptured, and he covered his ears with both hands in shock.

Someone exclaimed, "Is this the scale of the Flood Demon King?"

"What kind of cultivation is the Flood Demon King? Can a single scale have such power?"

"It is definitely the existence of the God Transformation Realm, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a great power."

"This is not a scale, but a killing intent of the Flood Demon King."

This scale is engraved with dharma patterns, just like Maoshan's spell.

It's just that the carrier is the scale of the Flood Demon King, and the killing intent contained on it can be imagined.

A single thought can cause the head of a disciple in the Nascent Soul Realm to fall to the ground, smashing his body to pieces.

The murderous aura boiled over, causing all the floor tiles around Long Fei to crack, showing a tendency to collapse.

The Black Flood Dragon Prince laughed arrogantly, "Long Fei, you are too arrogant. I am coming to kill you, so I am fully prepared. This is my godfather's killing intent, which can easily kill monks who have left the Aperture Realm No matter how powerful you are, you will inevitably die today. After you leave, I will take good care of your woman for you."

His eyes slanted to Wang Xiaoya's body, as if the winning ticket was in his hands, and Long Fei was sure.

The dragon-shaped Dharma Soul around the scales is getting bigger and bigger, covering an area with a radius of [-] meters.

Ji Haotian dared to straighten his back at this time, and laughed at a group of people with his hands behind his back, "Everyone can see clearly that this is the end of disrespecting the emperor's order. Whoever opposes my father will die."

"You want to kill with just one thought of killing?"

Long Fei raised his head to confront the golden scales head-on, and said coldly, "The Flood Demon King is here today, and I want to take a piece of flesh from him too!"

For the first time in front of the world, he revealed the appearance of the Chinese Qilin, the Eastern Azure Dragon, the Western White Tiger, the Northern Xuanwu, and the Southern Suzaku.

As soon as the five divine beasts came out, the coercion was fully revealed.

The surrounding wind was blowing, and as Long Fei held a black iron pestle, he slammed his stick at the golden scales.

The sky was full of murderous thoughts, and there was a dragon roar, as if surprised that an ant dared to challenge the majesty of his dragon demon king.

Long Wei was mighty, and rushed towards Long Fei in the air.

The sharp claws can easily tear the mountain into pieces.

Two rays of mysterious light shone dazzlingly in the air, like two suns rising head-on, causing the surrounding monks to squint their eyes.

There was a loud rumbling sound on the ground, and a huge earthquake buzzing in the void.

The sky and the earth seemed to collide together at this time, and with the fluctuations generated by the two giant forces, the arc-shaped ripples hummed and collided in one place.

boom,
boom,
boom!
There was an explosion in the void, and there was a sudden tremor.

In the huge explosion, it seemed to be torn apart, and a tsunami-like gust of wind rolled around.

Everyone protected themselves with magic weapons, and watched from a distance that the iron pestle in Long Fei's hand collided with the golden scales.

The billowing murderous aura enveloped Long Fei's surroundings, contracted violently, and confronted the five divine beasts above Long Fei's head.

The shock wave aroused by the forces of both sides knocked the ground down for a radius of [-] meters and sank three feet.

With a bang, a sudden change occurred in the air.

Long Fei was not beheaded by this killing intent, blocking the murderous aura of the Jiao Demon King.

His black iron pestle, however, smashed the golden scales into fine powder, shining a mysterious light all over the sky.

The dragon-shaped dharma form in the sky disappeared, and the killing intent of the Jiao Demon King also scattered in all directions.

"How could this be!"

"how is this possible!"

The black dragon prince was stunned, and muttered to himself, he didn't expect that Long Fei didn't die, and he even smashed the dragon dragon's scales to pieces.

Knowing that he was invincible, he turned into a black flood dragon more than ten meters long, jumped into the void and fled in embarrassment.

But I saw a person falling in the air, stepping on his head, with a huge force like Mount Tai, humming down.

Prince Heijiao only felt his head shake, and then he slammed down heavily on the ground, smashing a three-storey dormitory building on the ground into pieces, and splashing smoke and dust into the air.

Before everyone could see what was going on, Long Fei swung the black dragon prince's tail, jumped out of the ruins, and slammed the black dragon prince on the ground like a soft whip.

The ground cracked, and there was a bang.

The opening more than ten meters long was split open, and the dragon blood of Prince Hei Jiao was splashed on it.

The onlookers swallowed their saliva, thinking that this is a black flood dragon, but it is just like a black loach in Long Fei's hands.

This demon is so cruel that it makes people feel horrified.

Like a dead fish, Prince Heijiao was thrown to the ground by Long Fei, motionless, and he cried out weakly, "You can't kill me, my godfather is the South Sea Flood Demon King. If you kill me, you are embarrassing my godfather and the Sea Clan. It’s difficult for the monks. When the monks of the sea tribe go ashore, they will definitely smash their corpses into pieces!”

Long Fei sneered, "A dying loach dares to speak rudely here."

He yelled at Chu Feng in the distance, "Brother Chu, set up the fire, today I'm going to grill the black dragon and have a bonfire party!"

"Got it!"

Chu Feng shouted happily, and immediately took Wang Jie and the others to clean up some high-quality golden nanmu from the ruins of the dormitory building that was smashed just now, and piled them up one by one in the empty playground.

They kept chattering, "Damn it, this Chang'an Academy is really extravagant. A dilapidated dormitory is covered with golden nanmu, it's extremely corrupt. My master used this thing to grill the dragon, and it can be regarded as the best use of everything. "

　Chapter 2, continue.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)