Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Looking at the mighty dragon above the volley that appeared from the phantom illusory light, Qingling and Guiying opened their mouths and eyes wide in surprise.

What kind of move is this? Mysterious, domineering and weird!

Both of them are well-informed and know countless aspects of the world, but they have never seen it, never heard of it, let alone understood it.

Whether in their hearts or perceptions, Long Xiaoyu is very powerful, but they never thought that Long Xiaoyu would be so powerful.

How could it not be scary?

Just think about it, just a single dragon's roar tearing the sky, it seems to have the power to swallow mountains and rivers, it seems to have the potential to destroy the world, one can imagine the power of this move is infinite.

Therefore, both Qing Ling and Gui Ying were sure of one thing: if Yu Wenhao can escape now, and if he can resist with moves, then there will be ghosts.

Looking at the Xulong who suddenly appeared, Yu Wenhao's expression trembled, and suspicion flashed in his eyes.

This phantom virtual dragon...how come there is a feeling of déjà vu?

Seems like where?

However, at this moment, Yu Wenhao was not allowed to be suspicious for a second.

I saw that when he saw the sky-shattering virtual dragon above the sky, the look of horror and suspicion on his face was still undetermined——

I saw the phantom dragon shadow circling and dancing around him directly, the long dragon shadow wrapped his whole body in the center, and there was no way to escape.

Yu Wenhao's face showed horror and horror, and a tremor of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

I still remember that the last time he fought Long Xiaoyu was four years ago.

In that battle back then, he and him were almost equal in strength, evenly matched, and it can also be said that the number of moves was evenly matched.

He thought that it only took time, and he would be determined to win the battle, and one day he would be able to completely defeat Long Xiaoyu.

But he never thought that when he fought again four years later, it would be fine if he was so embarrassed that he was invincible, but he would still try his best to find a way to escape.

What's more, he still can't escape, and now he is surrounded to the point where there is no way out.

Damn it!

Thinking of this, Yu Wenhao was very upset.

He couldn't believe it no matter what, and he didn't want to let it go!

How could it be so easy for Yu Wenhao to die?

Even if he couldn't escape, he was determined to stab Long Xiaoyu to death!

"It's ridiculous to want to kill my Palace Master!" Yu Wenhao's bloodshot eyes flashed a sinister and fierce look.

As soon as the words fell, Yu Wenhao suddenly raised a Beiming sword in his empty hand.

The icy blade slowly slid down with his knuckles, and a dark force was released, bubbling with evil spirit, terrifying and treacherous.

The corner of Yu Wenhao's bloodthirsty mouth curled up into a cold and cunning smile.

Immediately, he shouted loudly: "Beiming Zhanlong! Cut it for me!"

As his words sounded, Yang Tian's Beiming sword, with a fierce and violent power, slashed at the head of the phantom leader who seemed to be playing around with lightning speed.

"call out--"

Yu Wenhao's speed is extremely fast, and his calculations are also precise.

If the Beiming sword full of evil energy can really be chopped down, then the phantom dragon head will definitely be chopped down, and finally disappear into a wisp of white smoke without a trace.

Qingling and Guiying didn't know what was happening to Long Xiaoyu's body at the moment.

Watching this fierce battle, they were even more excited and excited than they had personally experienced it.

"Huh? Why do I see that Yu Wenhao is going to hit a rock with an egg?"

"Tch, you're really overwhelmed!"

"Haha... Slashing dragons... He's ridiculous!"

Listening to Qingling talking to herself constantly, Guiying remained silent, but it was the first time that she didn't feel bored listening to her random thoughts.

Because he also agrees with these views very much.

Mu Ziling wasn't worried at all about whether Yu Wenhao could successfully break through the phantom dragon that was about to capture him, she was only worried about Long Xiaoyu's body.

Now Xulong's range of activities is completely under Long Xiaoyu's control.

This also means that Long Xiaoyu needs to spend energy, effort and thought to control the phantom of the virtual dragon.

If this is for Long Xiaoyu who has no physical pain, this is definitely an easy task.

But at this moment, Long Xiaoyu's body was still suffering from great pain, and wasting all his energy and mind, this undoubtedly made his pain worse.

At the moment when Yu Wenhao's Beiming sword, which was full of evil energy, slashed at the head of Xuying Dragon, Mu Ziling clearly felt the slight trembling of Long Xiaoyu's arm holding her.

At this moment, his handsome face was once again covered with a layer of faint white light, as if it was about to become transparent.

Mu Ziling knew that Long Xiaoyu was currently manipulating Xulong with all his heart.

really!

When Yu Wenhao's savage Beiming sword slashed only an inch away from the phantom dragon's head, the phantom dragon's head immediately swam in an 'S' shape to avoid the sword.

Seeing this, Qing Ling, who had expected it for a long time, couldn't help jumping up and cheering.

Brother's virtual dragon is so handsome!

Mu Ziling's expression was condensed, and she was very anxious.

She suddenly wanted to stop this kind of fighting.

However, when Mu Ziling wanted to move subconsciously, she found herself limp on Long Xiaoyu's body, not to mention raising her hand, even opening her mouth was very difficult.

in battle.

When the sword failed, Yu Wenhao furrowed his thick eyebrows fiercely, but his movements did not stop, and he continued to attack with all his strength.

The stern sword light, the majestic dragon chant, the sound continued.

One attack and one dodge, so I don't know how many rounds it lasted.

Yu Wenhao was like a wild beast that was driven into a frenzy during the battle, with constant explosive power, but he couldn't attack the target no matter what.

Long Xiaoyu hugged Mu Ziling, except for the slight movement of the arm controlling the wind blade golden silk, the whole person remained still, with a faint domineering look on the world.

His handsome jaw line was tight, making him look more arrogant and cold than usual, his expression was resolute and cold, and there was no sign of pain.

However, Mu Ziling seemed to be able to feel clearly the heart disease he was suffering at the moment.

But talk about the battle at that time.

At this moment, it seems to be stalemate in the situation of one attack and one hide, which will not change for a long time.

I don't know how long this situation will last...

Mu Ziling's eyes turned to the battle place faintly, her Lingche eyes narrowed slightly, and an angry light flashed in her eyes.

Damn Yu Wenhao, if she could, she really wanted Long Xiaoyu to kill him right now.

However, how can you kill a chicken with a butcher's knife.

If you want to kill Yu Wenhao at this moment, you have to injure the enemy one thousand and self-injure eight hundred, that's not worth it.

Knowing that Long Xiaoyu wanted to kill Yu Wenhao, but she didn't want Long Xiaoyu to do so.

There is no need to cause Yu Wenhao to suffer even more pain for killing Yu Wenhao!

Long Xiaoyu can because she doesn't care about her body, but she cares!

She doesn't want Long Xiaoyu's pain, his pain was originally caused by her, how can he make the pain worse because of her now?

...really unnecessary!

Mu Ziling kept shaking his head in his heart, but he was powerless to stop this battle.

Seeing that Long Xiaoyu's complexion was getting worse and worse, and beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, Mu Ziling's heart was full of worry and distress.

She was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

Unbeknownst to him, just as Mu Ziling was mentally moving, Yu Wenhao suddenly held the sword again, and a huge burst of force swept towards Xulong.

This move is powerful, and it is a sweep. It seems that no matter how flexible the virtual dragon can swim, it will be split into several parts suddenly, and finally wiped out.

At this time, Qing Ling, who was watching excitedly, first casually glanced at Long Xiaoyu and the others.

Then, she immediately turned her gaze back to the battle, but her gaze was fixed on Long Xiaoyu again, as if something was wrong.

"Hey, Big Wood, look, brother... what happened to him?" The excited look on Qingling's face suddenly became confused and disbelieving, but there was a feeling of uneasiness.

Ghost Shadow followed and saw Long Xiaoyu's pale face.

Suddenly remembering Long Xiaoyu's physical abnormality when stealing the Linglong Flower Mother, a flash of panic flashed in the ghost's eyes, and he secretly called out: "No! Master is not feeling well, this move may not be able to stop it!"

It was good that the ghost didn't yell, but when it yelled, Qing Ling, who had always been impatient, picked up his sword and rushed forward without thinking about himself.

Where are they still excited at this moment? Cheers? He was almost scared out of his wits by Long Xiaoyu's seemingly weak state.

All right, what's going on?

But who knows, the ghost shadow's voice has not yet fallen, but the next situation is happening unexpectedly.

in battle.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyu didn't realize that the little girl in his arms had woken up, and didn't know that she was so worried that she was about to cry.

However, for Long Xiaoyu, although he is suffering now, it is still enough to deal with Yu Wenhao.

The stalemate just now was just a roundabout tactic against the enemy. Now that the enemy has suddenly exploded, this is the time to end him!

I saw Long Xiaoyu's beautiful phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, and a cold and evil light flashed in his eyes.

Although his face was pale, it didn't seem to violate his awe-inspiring aura, his incomparable power and majesty.

Even, at this moment, his whole face has a kind of calm and indifferent beauty that is shockingly beautiful.

Long Xiaoyu's expression was cold and heartless, his slender arms hugged the little woman in his arms more and more tightly, and then, the other hand suddenly twisted.

In the next second, in the face of Yu Wenhao's fierce attack and sweeping force, the virtual dragon hovering around him did not dodge flexibly, but suddenly rose into the air.

The phantom virtual dragon is vivid above the sky, as if it is real, with streamers and shadows.

There was a violent hurricane all around.

Bitter hurricanes swept the sand and rocks on the river bank one after another, and the water in the river flowed.

All of a sudden, a large wave of turbulent waves surged in the river, like a tsunami, menacing, and the turbid waves emptied, shaking heaven and earth.

Yu Wenhao's sweeping move seems to be frozen at the moment when Xulong rises into the sky, as if strongly suppressed by time and space.

hateful! Yu Wenhao's expression flashed a hideous resentment.

It's fine if this move doesn't hit, but... Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

However, Yu Wenhao has not discovered where the bad feeling will come from.

suddenly!

"Boom!" There was a sudden, hard impact sound.

I saw that Tengkong Xulong suddenly swung its tail like a dragon, and slammed towards Yu Wenhao's back violently and quickly.

"Pfft—" Yu Wenhao stared in horror, but before he could groan in pain, a mouthful of thick black blood spewed out from his mouth.