Master, love me again!

The originally orderly aura in Shen Hanfeng's body was disintegrated and chaotic under the heavy blow of the magic dragon.When falling, the temperature around him suddenly rose. In such a dangerous situation, Shen Hanfeng calmed down a bit, guarding his heart, and finally adjusted his breath before falling into the lava.The icy-cold spiritual power turned into protective energy, and Shen Hanfeng tightened his waist before he touched the hot magma. After seeing Zhuo Junchen standing by the crater, Shen Hanfeng let go of his original resistance.Following the operation of the long whip, Shen Hanfeng was successfully pulled to the side by Zhuo Junchen. The demon dragon wanted to stop him halfway, but the dragon claws stretched out were blocked by the Fen Shuang Sword.

"Why don't you go!" Shen Hanfeng asked angrily before he could stand still.There were bursts of stinging pain from the wound on his heart that was scratched by the magic dragon. When he opened his mouth, a strong bloody smell filled his mouth.

Zhuo Junchen didn't answer, his dark eyes were illuminated by the lava fire, glowing a faint red.Shen Hanfeng instantly sensed that something was wrong with his apprentice.Zhuo Junchen clasped Shen Hanfeng's chin with his hand, and wiped away the residual blood from the corner of Master's mouth.Shen Hanfeng wanted to dodge subconsciously, but Zhuo Junchen's hand was not weak, and he stubbornly wiped it before letting go.

Jun's eyebrows frowned, Shen Hanfeng saw Zhuo Junchen's Nether Whip mixed with thunder, and his originally icy expression became more gloomy: "Ah Chen." The bloody light in Zhuo Junchen's eyes did not seem to be just fire Projection, but this magic weapon!

Zhuo Junchen still didn't respond, and with a flick of his wrist, he untied the Nether Whip wrapped around Shen Hanfeng's waist.He turned around and no longer looked at Shen Hanfeng, but faced the breathing dragon.The long whip was as light as a feather, and it meandered in front of Zhuo Junchen. The dragon's breath brought up gusts of wind, and the hem of the master and apprentice's clothes fluttered.

Shen Hanfeng coughed lowly, Zhuo Junchen's aura was completely different from his usual one, the little thunder light wrapped around the long whip was stained with strong devilish energy, a pair of strange black eyes glowing red looked at the devil dragon, With a trace of evil and murderous intentions, even the well-guarding magic dragon was suppressed by his aura.

Wei Sheng Ming!

Shen Hanfeng immediately sensed something was wrong, and the name flashed across his mind.He wanted to stretch out his hand to hold down Zhuo Junchen, but Zhuo Junchen had already jumped into the air one step ahead.

In the demon-hunting wind, the long whip flew like a neighing snake.The whip was raised and lowered, and under the whipping of thunder and fire, the dragon let out a tragic roar.The demon dragon that had restrained Shen Hanfeng so tightly had no power to resist Zhuo Junchen now.Where the long whip fell, dragon scales and flesh and blood flew together, falling into the hot magma and disappearing invisible.

The giant dragon opened its bloody mouth wide, bared its fangs, and spit out blazing poisonous fire from its mouth. Zhuo Junchen squinted his eyes, and circled his long whip, forming an air shield around his body. After the poisonous fire weakened, he carried the momentum of thunder Draw towards the dragon.

The ghost whip hit the dragon's right eye, and the power of thunder and fire pierced through the flesh, and the well-guarding dragon, which lost one eye, went mad with rage.The scales on the dragon's body stand up one by one, and the diamond-shaped scales are excellent treasures for cutting iron like mud.With a twist of the dragon's body, the demon dragon swept towards Zhuo Junchen like a gust of wind with sharp blades.

The splashing magma came one step ahead, Zhuo Junchen hung in the air without moving at all.The strong wind blew away the headband that bound his hair, and under the cover of flying black hair, Zhuo Junchen's expression was unpredictable.Shen Hanfeng knew that the magic dragon's attack was not easy, and while resisting the magma, he wanted to step forward to help Zhuo Junchen.It was only at this time that he realized that the aura in his body had been suppressed at some point, and he had only cared for his disciples before, but he didn't realize it.

Zhuo Junchen's lips curled up slightly, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.The lightning on the long whip vibrated greatly, and the purple light wrapped around the black silver whip became more and more intense, and the snake lightning that was originally running around faintly transformed into a dragon shape at this time.

"Dragon tendons and dragon scales, the Nether Whip lacks a strand of dragon soul, so I will use you as the weapon spirit." Zhuo Junchen's voice was mixed with strong spiritual power, with a hint of strangeness and strangeness.The dragon shadow on the long whip soared several times, and after detaching from the long whip, it circled Zhuo Junchen for a week, blocked the flames and broken rocks that were coming towards Zhuo Junchen, and then headed towards the charging dragon.

The wind and the clouds were moving, and the dragon shadow and the magic dragon were entangled in one place, blocking the attack of the magic dragon.

I saw a real dragon and a phantom biting at one place, and the power of thunder and fire in the dragon shadow penetrated the dragon's scales and penetrated into the dragon's body.The black clouds that had been entrenched on Taiyun Mountain all year round collapsed and dispersed like a lake surface with waves.

Every time Longying bites, the magic dragon will add a wound.Zhuo Junchen was still not satisfied, he swung his long whip around the dragon's throat.

The Nether Whip tightened, and the tiny black and silver scales on the whip stood up like a giant dragon just now, piercing into the dragon's body, causing the dragon to howl.

Looking at the wide open dragon's mouth, Zhuo Junchen's figure paused, and the next moment he rushed into it like an arrow leaving the string.

"Ah Chen!" Shen Hanfeng was startled and furious, once the confrontation was eliminated, the restricted spiritual power on his body recovered a bit.It's just that in the blink of an eye, Zhuo Junchen has been swallowed by the giant dragon, and there is no trace of him anymore.

The body of the dragon tens of feet high was stiff in mid-air, Shen Hanfeng's face was like ice and snow, he didn't care about the wounds on his body, and he didn't care about the internal injuries caused by the raging poisonous fire.The sword energy swept across, breaking through the clouds, and the extremely strong cold air permeated the entire Taiyun Mountain.

The tumbling fiery crater was instantly frozen by the sudden severe cold, and the flames were instantly annihilated under the thick ice layer.Shen Hanfeng's eyebrows and eyes were stained with ice and snow, and a silver strange totem appeared between his forehead.In the snow and ice, the cold air from bottom to top freezes the magic dragon protecting the well inch by inch.

The magic dragon seemed to be restrained by the frosty and polar chill, its only intact eye looked dim, and the flames in its breath were faint.

The wrist trembled slightly, and the frosty sword energy broke through the ice, cutting the dragon's body, Shen Hanfeng's movements were particularly careful, with a trace of ice-cold eyes eagerly searching for Zhuo Junchen's trace.

The dark eyes of the demon dragon suddenly widened, and the dark purple thunder and fire force suddenly gushed out from its body, wrapping around the frozen dragon.

A gleam of joy flashed in Shen Hanfeng's eyes.The next moment, the power of thunder and fire on the dragon's body burst out, breaking a gap from the neck.

The huge dragon body crashed to the ground, and Zhuo Junchen walked out of the dragon's body covered in blood, with spots of burns on his body, but his footsteps were steady, which made Shen Hanfeng somewhat relieved.

The red light in Zhuo Junchen's eyes was still there, and the Nether Whip in his hand was dragging. At this time, the black and silver whip was shining with golden red color, and it made a low dragon chant.He turned the dragon soul into a weapon spirit, which has not yet been fully refined.

Shen Hanfeng calmed down, no emotion could be seen on his face, he just looked at the person in front of him with cold eyes.There were a few bloodstains on Zhuo Junchen's face, but it didn't damage his handsome face at all, on the contrary, it was more tough and deep.The black and red eyes stared at Shen Hanfeng, as if he was the only one in his eyes.For the first time in many years, Shen Hanfeng realized that he still had feelings of fear and panic in his heart. He never thought that this feeling came from the disciples he raised since childhood.

Zhuo Junchen stopped in his tracks, the two of them were only an arm's length away, the red light in Zhuo Junchen's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand to touch Shen Hanfeng's eyebrows.

Shen Hanfeng suddenly raised his hand to clasp his wrist, his eyebrows were cold: "Who are you!"

The red light in his eyes flickered, Zhuo Junchen's exceptionally red lips hooked to one side, Shen Hanfeng felt his mind go blank, and was pulled into a warm embrace.As soon as his lips and teeth became hot, Shen Hanfeng's jaw tightened and he was forced to open his teeth, and a soft tongue stuck out.

Both of them had a strong smell of blood in their mouths, Zhuo Junchen hooked Shen Hanfeng's tongue domineeringly and sucked it non-stop, and there was an imperceptible sense of nostalgia between their lips and teeth.After Shen Hanfeng came back to his senses, he immediately stretched out his hand to push back, regardless of whether the person in front of him was Wei Shengming or Zhuo Junchen, this move was too much!

It's just that he cared about his apprentice's physical body, and his movement of pushing the opponent away was resolved by the opponent in a blink of an eye.The Nether Whip had been thrown aside long ago, Zhuo Junchen swiped his right hand across the back of Shen Hanfeng's neck, the thunder fire spiritual power flowed around Shen Hanfeng's body with a sense of paralysis, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while.

Zhuo Junchen took advantage of the situation to push him to the ground, carefully peeped every part of his mouth with his spiritual tongue, and said vaguely while being greedy: "Good boy."

Shen Hanfeng was so annoyed that he was about to bite down as soon as he closed his teeth. Anyway, even if the bite was broken, Du Heng could heal it.He already understood that to be able to make such a move must not be the behavior of an apprentice.Even Zhuo Junchen must be possessed by a demon.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Junchen retreated as if seeing the opportunity, his lips parted, Shen Hanfeng's face was cold and angry, but his lips looked extraordinarily bright red after being rubbed.Zhuo Junchen's eyes darkened, and a wicked smile appeared on his mouth: "It's really... troublesome."

His eyes fell, and he was facing the wound on Shen Hanfeng's chest. The dark red blood stained the plain white clothes. Although the cassock was not broken, it was also in tatters.

The slender fingertips ran across the fragile throat from the back of Shen Hanfeng's neck, and landed on the wound.Shen Hanfeng let out a muffled snort, and warm blood gushed out through his clothes.Zhuo Junchen squinted his eyes and licked his bloody fingertips.

Drinking blood like this, he must be a demon!After the numbness in Shen Hanfeng's body dissipated, he immediately wanted to reach out.Zhuo Junchen's body trembled, and the red light in his eyes dissipated.

He raised his eyes and looked at Shen Hanfeng who was pressed under him in a daze, opened his mouth and shouted: "Master?" Then he coughed violently, and a mouthful of black blood gushed out from his thin lips, which wet Shen Hanfeng The position in front of him was not dirty before.

Shen Hanfeng quickly stretched out his hand to support his apprentice, but Zhuo Junchen felt that his whole body was filled with lead, so he could only stretch his hand into his arms tremblingly. After a long while, he gave Shen Hanfeng what he took out in a daze.

"Master... blood branch, white jade flower." After saying this, Zhuo Junchen's eyes darkened and he passed out.

Shen Hanfeng sat up halfway, supporting his apprentice's weak body with one hand.Zhuo Junchen leaned against his neck, breathing weakly, which was indeed a sign of serious injury and unconsciousness.Shen Hanfeng looked at the white jade flower on the blood branch that had not been loosened by his apprentice, his eyes were full of thoughts.