This ink dragon's triangular eyes shine with electric light, and its two jasper horns on its forehead shine brightly.

In the center of the two long horns is a flying knife.

The flying knife was inserted halfway into Mo Jiao's forehead. It was trembling endlessly, and the cold light flashed, as if it was still drilling in.

The scales all over the body of the ink dragon shone with a dark luster, as if it could block the sky. Its huge body was about to swoop down at any time. Xiao Ruoling and Shen Hanyue suddenly felt numb all over, as if they were frozen and unable to move.

This is a kind of suppression originating from the bloodline, which cannot be controlled by oneself. Chu Zhiyuan floated up and shot at Mo Jiao like an arrow from a string.

Forming a seal with both palms, the figure in the air attracted the Gangqi of the Fearless Realm to protect the body. The right palm turned into a fist and the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist was punched out. Mo Jiao swung his body and threw out a shadow from his tail to hit Chu Zhiyuan.

There was a "cracking" sound in the air, similar to a sonic boom. "Bang!"

Chu Zhiyuan's right fist hit the dragon's tail, making a muffled sound like thunder.

The scales were as smooth as iron armor, hard and unshakable. Only the force of the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist could penetrate it. He shot back as if he had no power to resist.

Shen Hanyue tremblingly took out the small silver tube and was about to shoot it into the air, but Xiao Ruoling held her wrist down. "Senior sister, do you still have to wait?" Shen Hanyue's red lips trembled, and her face was already pale.

She had never seen such a huge monster, it was a dragon, a legendary creature. In front of it, Chu Zhiyuan was like an ant versus an elephant. It was impossible to win, and he might even lose his life.

Xiao Ruoling shook her head gently: "Wait a minute, if you really want to send a signal, the Crown Prince will tell you." Chu Zhiyuan stopped abruptly when he was about to hit the two of them, and stopped in the air.

The purple robe hunted loudly, as if there was a strong wind blowing. His expression was calm and calm, and then he shot at Mo Jiao again. His right fist hit the tail of Mo Jiao again.

The ink dragon swung its tail faster, and there was a "crackling" explosion in the air, and a string of ink shadows enveloped Chu Zhiyuan. "Bang!" Chu Zhiyuan was hit hard by the dragon's tail again and flew out, shooting towards the two women.

"You haven't sent a signal yet?" Shen Hanyue asked hurriedly.

She felt that Chu Zhiyuan was going to be finished soon, and it would be too late if he didn't send a signal.

"No need for the moment." Xiao Ruoling said softly: "Junior sister, look carefully." Shen Hanyue opened her eyes wide, trying to see clearly.

She found that three flying knives had appeared on Mo Jiao's forehead, and at some point, two more flying knives were inserted. The original flying knife was inserted in the center of the forehead, and the other two flying knives were stuck against the green horn and pierced into the base of the horn.

The ink dragon was already angry. His huge body turned into a shadow of ink and enveloped him. He swung his tail and attacked Chu Zhiyuan wildly.

Chu Zhiyuan was smashed away like a ball and flew around, but his purple robe was not even dirty. There was an invisible force protecting him. It was obviously Gang Qi. But is Gang Qi so powerful?

If my own Gang Qi comes into contact with this black dragon, I am afraid that it will be defeated long ago, right?

Chu Zhiyuan found himself in front of the ink dragon. The Dragon Transformation Technique was running faster than usual, even better than wearing the Flying Dragon Pearl. The Dragon Transformation Technique was running and the muscle refining was continuing. At the same time, the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist was also running smoothly.

This advantage lies in the fact that he has many thoughts, which are flexible and flexible, and they all originate from the mental method of Transforming Dragon Art, and they do not conflict with each other.

The Gang Qi of the Fearless Realm wrapped around his body has effectively eliminated a large part of Mo Jiao's power. The remaining power, this body is not injured. He found that his body is powerful beyond imagination, especially when facing This kind of head-on collision.

On the contrary, I feel that the more I fight, the braver I become.

Mo Jiao suddenly changed his fighting method, and suddenly entangled him, trying to strangle him. Chu Zhiyuan dodged to avoid the entanglement of his body, and hit him with another big dragon punch in the same place.

He identified the same scale and kept hitting it with the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist. The power of the fist was not pure power, but also spiritual energy and strange power. They would penetrate into the Mo Jiao's body and continue to destroy it.

With the power of the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist, he could see clearly and saw the subtle changes inside Mo Jiao's body. The Great Heavenly Dragon Fist was destroying its strength, weakening its strength, and slowing down its speed.

At the same time, he was constantly thinking about the Dragon Subduing Scripture and the Dragon Transformation Technique, and compared them with the inside of Mo Jiao's body.

Unknowingly, I gained a deeper understanding of the Dragon Transformation Technique and continued to comprehend the Dragon Subduing Sutra.

The power of the Great Heavenly Dragon Fist is increasing unknowingly.

The speed of muscle training is accelerating.

The golden aura of Dragon Transformation Technique causes the tendons between the bones to change, thicken, lengthen, and connect into one.

The speed is comparable to taking Babel.

Chu Zhiyuan was greatly surprised.

I didn't expect that practicing the Dragon Transformation Technique in front of a dragon would have such a miraculous effect.

In ancient times, if there were dragons or dragons, wouldn't this Dragon Transformation Technique be a quick and easy way?

Shen Hanyue had already retracted the thin silver tube and stood with Xiao Ruoling from a distance watching the fun.

Chu Zhiyuan was hit and flew around. He looked like a cricket shaking a tree or a mantis blocking a car with its arms.

But his purple robe was fluttering, spotless, and he was embarrassed yet calm. It seemed that Mo Jiao could do nothing to him.

Mo Jiao only had an advantage in the situation, suppressing him with his huge size and strength, but he couldn't really hurt him.

"Smash it!"

"Smash it again!"

"Yes, hit it hard!"

Shen Hanyue clenched her fists and shouted in a low voice to encourage Chu Zhiyuan, her body twisting and flying as Chu Zhiyuan flew around. Xiao Ruoling also stared at the field, holding the silver tube in her hand, ready to shoot out the signal at any time.

Time was passing slowly, and Chu Zhiyuan seemed to be made of iron. No matter how the dragon struck, he could remain calm.

A long roar suddenly sounded.

Chu Zhiyuan's purple robe suddenly swelled up, and a golden dragon vaguely appeared behind his body.

Perfect exercise!

Mo Jiao suddenly felt something bad, and his forward attack stopped abruptly, and he turned around to leave.

However, Chu Zhiyuan stepped behind it, put his hands on its tail, and gave it a sharp swish.

The ink dragon seemed to have suddenly become hollow, and was thrown out by Chu Zhiyuan, flying in the opposite direction.

The ink dragon twisted violently in the air and was about to shoot into the distance.

However, Chu Zhiyuan took another step to catch up, put his hands on its tail, and flicked it again.

Mo Jiao was thrown away without any resistance.

"good!"

"Okay, okay!

Shen Hanyue clapped her little hands vigorously and drank.

She saw Mo Jiao's panic. Such a huge body was not as powerful as Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan relied on his tyrannical strength to swing the ink dragon that was dozens of times his own.

The situation instantly turned 360 degrees.

From Chu Zhiyuan being beaten and flying around, to Mo Jiao being thrown around.

Such an incredible situation is difficult to believe unless you see it with your own eyes.

Chu Zhiyuan jumped up behind Mo Jiao, his purple robe fluttering, and went up along Mo Jiao's back until it reached its horns, and hit it hard with the big Tianlong fist.

"Bang!"

Three flying knives were smashed into Mo Jiao's head almost simultaneously.

Mo Jiao's advance came to an abrupt halt.

The huge body suddenly stopped twisting and fell straight down, hitting the mighty river.

Chu Zhiyuan followed closely and flicked it in the air.

The body of the ink dragon flew up again.

"Bang" it hit the riverside hard, the gravel was smashed into pieces, and the weeds turned into juice.

His body was twitching, but he was still not dead.

Chu Zhiyuan slowly floated down to it, his purple robe fluttering.

Shen Hanyue turned to look at Xiao Ruoling.
Chapter completed!