Douluo: I, Tang San, want to marry Qian Renxue in this life

Dugu Bo's eyes flickered. He knew very well that the situation was complicated and that if he was not careful he would be dragged into an irretrievable situation. His figure was as light as a ghost and he quickly disappeared into the dense woods nearby.

As the sacred dragon was severely damaged, Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and Flanders began to tremble violently like puppets that had been hit hard. Their faces instantly turned as pale as paper, and blood flowed uncontrollably from the corners of their mouths.

Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair. With a "wow" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing on the ground in front of him, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Liu Erlong bit her lips tightly, and her originally delicate lips were bleeding. The blood mixed with the blood overflowing from the corners of her mouth, slowly flowed down her chin, and dyed her clothes red.

Flanders brows were furrowed, veins popped out on his forehead, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, drawing an arc in the air and spilling into the grass beside him.

The three of them suffered such severe injuries at the same time, their bodies were shaky and it seemed as if they would collapse completely in the next second.

Flanders endured the severe pain in his body, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and slowly raised his head. His eyes were burning with unyielding fire, and he shouted loudly: "Don't give up, keep fighting, we are the golden triangle!" At this time, his clothes were tattered, and a few pieces of cloth fluttered in the wind, making him look miserable, but his tenacious momentum was not diminished at all.

Yu Xiaogang seemed to be injected with strength after hearing Flanders' words. His short flat head looked even more messy because of the violent movement just now, and his hair stood up randomly. His eyes were red, and his face was covered with traces of blood and sweat. He shouted hysterically: "Yes, Sanpao, get up!" While shouting, he waved his arms, and the movement was full of madness and recklessness, as if he wanted to pass all his strength to the sacred dragon through this shout.

Under the shouts of Yu Xiaogang and Flanders, the sacred dragon struggled hard in the huge pit. Its body was covered with scars, and some of the scales that originally shone with colorful light had fallen off, revealing the flesh oozing with blood. It panted heavily, and every breath was accompanied by a painful roar.

But at the call of its master, the fighting spirit in its eyes was rekindled, and finally, it flew up with a strong airflow and rushed towards the Blue Silver Angel.

It opened its huge dragon mouth, and a stream of blazing flames gushed out like a torrent. The flames, with the momentum of destroying everything, swept towards the Blue Silver Angel. Wherever they passed, the air seemed to be ignited, making a sizzling sound.

Tang San looked at the surging flames, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile. He was wearing a black suit, which fluttered in the wind, making him look taller and more handsome. He raised his head slightly, his eyes showing calmness and composure, and said, "What a pity, my Blue Silver Grass is fire-immune."

The beautiful face of the Blue Silver Angel was not panicked at all. She had long blue hair like a waterfall, flying freely in the wind. She slowly raised her hand, and a blue light flashed on her arm. The light was like a flowing gem, beautiful and mysterious. She raised her hand lightly, and a blue light curtain instantly appeared in front of her. The light curtain was as hard as a substance, emitting a soft and powerful force. The flames hit the light curtain, bursting out a dazzling light and rolling heat waves, but they could not break through the light curtain at all and were firmly blocked.

Qian Renxue looked at the scene in front of her. Her long golden hair sparkled in the sunlight, like flowing gold. Her face was absolutely beautiful, like a fairy walking out of a painting, and her eyes were shining with excitement and anticipation.

She turned to look at Tang San, her eyes full of love and trust, and said, "Xiao San, let's end the battle together." Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, with an innate noble temperament.

Tang San looked at Qian Renxue, his eyes full of tenderness and doting, a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Okay, Xue'er."

After saying that, Tang San's mind moved, and the Blue Silver Angel waved the slender arm gently. In an instant, countless Blue Silver Willow branches madly poured out from around the Blue Silver Angel's body.

These blue silver willow branches seemed to have life, twisting and turning in the air, like a group of agile blue pythons, and quickly shot towards the sacred dragon. The blue silver willow branches flashed with a faint blue light, with strands of soul power fluctuations, and surrounded the sacred dragon in the blink of an eye.

The sacred dragon seemed to sense the danger. It struggled hard, creating gusts of wind, trying to shake off the blue silver willow branches.

However, the blue silver willow branches were extremely tough, and as the sacred dragon struggled, they tightened. The blue silver willow branches were tightly wrapped around the sacred dragon's body, from the head to the tail, every part was tightly bound, making the sacred dragon's movements extremely difficult.

The sacred dragon roared angrily, the sound echoing in the air, shaking the surrounding leaves rustling, but it was unable to break free from the spider-web-like blue-silver willow branches.

The Blue Silver Angel walked gracefully and steadily, slowly approaching the bound sacred dragon. Her beautiful face was expressionless, and her eyes were cold and calm, as if the sacred dragon in front of her was just an insignificant ant.

The Blue Silver Angel stretched out a hand, and the jade-like palm instantly grew larger, firmly grasping the neck of the Holy Dragon. The Holy Dragon struggled to twist its neck, trying to get rid of the Blue Silver Angel's control. Its dragon scales rubbed against the Blue Silver Willow Branches, making a "cracking" sound, but to no avail.

Then, the Blue Silver Angel clenched her other hand into a fist, and the fist was surrounded by a rich blue soul power, shining brightly. She punched towards the head of the sacred dragon without hesitation.

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This punch contained a terrifying force. The air whistled sharply under the force of the fist wind, as if it was being torn apart. With a loud "bang", the fist hit the head of the sacred dragon hard. The body of the sacred dragon shook violently, and the huge dragon head was knocked to one side.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..." Without any pause, the Blue Silver Angel threw punch after punch at the head of the sacred dragon like a storm. Each punch carried the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, and each blow made the earth tremble.

Cracks appeared on the ground, spreading out like a spider web. Under the impact of this powerful force, the surrounding trees were uprooted one after another, spinning in the air, and then thrown far away.

The air was thick with dust and sawdust.

Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and Flanders were in tune with the sacred dragon. Every punch they landed on the sacred dragon was like a punch on themselves. The faces of the three instantly turned as pale as paper, and a large amount of blood flowed out of the corners of their mouths uncontrollably.

Yu Xiaogang’s eyes widened with fear and despair, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood, forming a blood mist in the air.

Liu Erlong covered her chest tightly with both hands, her body trembling violently, and blood continued to flow out from between her fingers.

Flanders was half-kneeling on the ground, supporting himself with his hands. Mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and spilled onto the ground in front of him, dyeing the ground dark red.

Dugu Bo, who was observing secretly at the side, was secretly shocked when he saw this scene. A hint of surprise and solemnity appeared on his originally stern face. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of vigilance was revealed in his eyes.

His body tensed up unconsciously, his hands clenched subconsciously, his nails dug deep into his palms. "This power... is so terrifying. The martial arts fusion technique of this boy and girl is far beyond my imagination."

Dugu Bo muttered to himself in a low voice, and had a new understanding of Tang San and Qian Renxue's strength. He knew that if he acted rashly, he would probably end up like Yu Xiaogang and the others.

Finally, under the violent attack of the Blue Silver Angel, the Holy Dragon could no longer hold on. Its body began to become illusory, and its originally solid dragon scales fell off one after another, turning into countless points of light floating in the air.

As the sacred dragon collapsed, Yu Xiaogang and the other two could no longer hold on. Their bodies went limp and they fell to the ground together.

Yu Xiaogang lay face down on the ground with his limbs spread out, his short flat head covered with dust. His body was twitching slightly, he was breathing heavily, his eyes were empty and lifeless, all his soul power had been exhausted, and he looked extremely weak.

Liu Erlong lay on her side with her eyes closed. Her face was pale and there was still blood at the corners of her mouth. Her delicate body was motionless, as if she had lost her life.

Flanders was lying not far from the two of them, with one arm stretched out weakly and the other arm pressed under his body. His back was heaving violently and he was breathing with difficulty. His injuries were extremely serious and he was already seriously injured.