Just like the little bear cub, the little fox at this time has fully healed from his injuries, and the fluff that was scorched black by lightning has even become smoother and more supple than before, with a mysterious luster rippling.
"Its injuries are all healed!" Seeing this, Lornen was even more surprised.
"It should be due to the Sacred Heart Drunk." Ye Wuse picked up a wine jar, smelled it and said.
Luo Enen and the others also each picked up a wine jar, moved their noses, and soon came to a realization.
Although all the Sacred Heart Drunk had been drunk by a few brats and there was not a single drop left, the strong aroma of the wine did not dissipate, from which one could still feel the strong vitality.
I feel that the Sacred Heart Drunken brewed by Gu Fenghua himself is quite different from the one they tasted in Yunjin City. times. Undoubtedly, the two brats recovered from their wounds quickly by relying on their vitality.
And Jianjian's singing style is so strong, and the singing voice is so magical, it is probably related to this.
Putting down the wine jar, several people continued to look at the two brats while refining the alchemy and desperately recovering the holy spirit. Judging from the current situation, the two brats have the upper hand, but the opponent has already turned into a dragon after all, and the outcome is still unpredictable until the last moment, so they dare not be careless.
However, their worries were unnecessary again.
Even though the little fox's fighting power was not strong in the past, but now his eyes are hazy, his fighting power has increased several times, even ten times. As the little claw was swung out again and again, pieces of the dragon's armor were cracked, and the dragon's body was bloody.
And the bear cub became more and more courageous as he fought more and more, displaying the power of Drunken Fist to the fullest. Amidst the muffled sound of "bang bang bang bang", the giant dragon crawled on the ground and had no chance to get up again. black blood.
"Qi Ling, Qi Ling, Qi Ling" Gui Jiao roared nervously, swung his pendulum excitedly, and pounced fiercely, opened his mouth and bit the dragon's tail, rolling, rolling, rolling desperately . This is the nirvana shared by all dragon monsters: death roll.
The most surprising thing is that even in the rolling, he still let out a vague roar almost crazily: "Spirit of Artifact, Spirit of Artifact, Spirit of Artifact"
This time, even Luo Enen and the others were all blackheaded: Worried about being refined into a weapon by Gu Fenghua, a well-behaved ghost dragon would be so frightened, one can imagine how much pressure Gu Fenghua put on it mountain big.
When the little cheap flower also twisted the flower plate, finally recovered a little sobriety, raised the vines high, and hit the dragon with no aim, the poor dragon completely lost the will to resist, and let out a last powerless roar , limp on the ground like a dead snake¡ªwell, with its current short stature, it might be more appropriate to call it a dead shrimp.
Almost every piece of scale armor in the whole body was cracked, and was even directly smashed into pieces by the vicious little fox. Almost every bone in the whole body was shattered from it, and was even smashed into pieces by the brutal iron-eating beast. residue. The heart-piercing pain, wave after wave, kept pouring into my mind, and even my soul was almost torn apart.
What does it mean to be overwhelmed with pain, and what is it to mean that life is better than death? This kind of pain, let alone half of the transformation, even a real dragon can't bear it! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com