Chapter 447 Crazy Dragon Soul

"Wow, what a good gun! It can actually hurt my muscles, bones, skin and flesh. It's indeed a good gun!"

Feeling the pain on his palm, Hong Lao was not annoyed, but laughed loudly. Suddenly, his heart suddenly became fierce and saw a large ball of strange orange-yellow flames appearing out of thin air on his palm.

This orange-yellow flame was obviously the dragon flame raised in his body. However, at this time, the orange-yellow dragon flame was burning the wound on his palms frantically under his instructions.

The sound of hissing and burning flesh spread. Not long after, the blood hole that was drilled out by the Fire Dragon Spear was burned into a ball of blood eggplant. The blood that was overflowing also stopped overflowing at this moment.

"Oh? Orange and yellow flame?"

Zhao Yan glanced at the flames in Old Hong's hand, and couldn't help but sneer, showing a strong disdain on his face. This scene was imprinted into Old Hong's eyes, and he couldn't help but suffer a great blow. He then shouted angrily, and his entire dead body turned into a sharp light and rushed towards Zhao Yan.

“It’s just right here!”

Zhao Yan chuckled and stood up, the fire dragon spear in his hand was directly blown into airtight and could not be poured in!

"Dragon Claw Hand!" Old Hong shouted.

"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

In the air, the Fire Dragon Spear and Mr. Hong's hands intersected hundreds of times in just a short time! Large pieces of sparks splashed from the intersection, but Mr. Hong's palm was not injured again!

"Hey, my purple gold dragon pattern gloves are the best spiritual treasures! In terms of hardness, even ordinary Taoist weapons are far inferior! Now, if you want to hurt me again, it is undoubtedly a dream!"

Old Hong snorted coldly, his face full of pride. His attack frequency could not help but accelerated a little bit again.

"Hmm? It turns out that I wear gloves."

Zhao Yan suddenly realized, but his face was filled with a deep regret, "Well, if there was no one nearby, I really wanted to change the dragon scale golden body and then torture this old guy! It would also allow him to see the terrifying hand-to-hand combat ability of the Dragon Blood Warrior!"

With a sigh, Zhao Yan instantly gave up the idea of ​​transforming.

After all, the Dragon Soul Cemetery is about to open, and the Dragon Envoy is a dragon-blooded warrior. During this extremely sensitive period, he must not easily expose the identity of the dragon-blooded warrior, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Hmph, let you be proud for a while!"

Feeling Mr. Hong's courageous attitude as he battled, Zhao Yan couldn't help but snorted coldly, then shook the tip of the spear and forced Mr. Hong back directly!

Taking advantage of the moment when Mr. Hong hesitated, the Fire Dragon Spear shook violently. In an instant, a sound of dragon roar rushed out of the Fire Dragon Spear!

"Aoao!" "Aoao!" "Aoao!"

Fierce blood-colored dragons rushed out of the fire dragon spear in an extremely ferocious way! Then, in an instant, they swept out the surging dragon power!

"Do we want to help?"

Not far behind Zhao Yan, several beautiful women with anxious eyes were about to lift up the magic weapon in their hands and rushed forward to help Zhao Yan with their arms, but they were stopped by Yun Lan's eyes.

"Don't go. With Young Master Yan's ability, it's more than enough to deal with this old guy. If you go, it will be in the way and will only cause trouble!" Yun Lan said with a decisive speech, and there was a sense of inconsistency.

"Oh." Hearing this, everyone who was in high spirits stopped moving forward one by one. However, there was still a deep sense of worry in the anxious eyes.

Suddenly, everyone present had their eyes lit up, and a few of them were loud, and they couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh my God, have you seen it? The gun in his hand actually has five spirits!"

"No, no, no, there are twelve! Thirteen, twenty... Oh my God, how could there be so many magic weapons in his hand?"

Looking at the spirit of the weapon shot out from Zhao Yan's hand, everyone present couldn't help but exclaim, and spoke in surprise.

As for Mr. Hong, when he first saw the blood-colored dragon surging out of the fire dragon spear, he spoke proudly and sarcastically: "I didn't expect that your gun was actually a Taoist weapon. No wonder it could stab my hand! However, this weapon soul is really weak. Look at me, I won't tear your weapon soul to a spiritual treasure today!"

Obviously, when facing a single blood-colored little dragon, Mr. Hong was still very disdainful. After all, this blood-colored little dragon is the soul raised in the fire dragon spear. In terms of quality, it is not very high-end. When fighting with Mr. Hong, who is the red dragon, he will obviously be at a disadvantage.

However, what Mr. Hong did not expect was that not long after his speech ended, the second instrument soul, the third instrument soul, the fourth instrument soul... In a moment, there were at least fifty or sixty instrument souls in the entire sky, flying up and down, roaring continuously.

"Oh my God, what did I see?"

Old Hong swallowed hard, dumbfounded. The posture that was full of expression just now had disappeared at this moment, and what was left was a very shocking expression and trembling hands and feet.

"Hmph, one soul is not enough to scare you, so what about ten, twenty or even one hundred!"

Looking at Old Hong's faceless look, Zhao Yan sneered, but there was no pause in his hand, and there was still a soul of weapon shooting out continuously!

A total of a hundred spirits wandering in the clouds and smoke, which really makes the meaning of heavenly court.

"No wonder the nine shadow killers just now were killed on the spot in an instant! It turned out that they died under your terrifying weapon soul!"

Old Hong's face was ferocious, "It seems that I can't escape today!"

Looking at the terrifying scene of a hundred instrument souls wandering in the sky, Mr. Hong couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The wish that he had made up his mind to tear Zhao Yan apart was now gone, and all that was left was an urgent desire to save his life under these hundred instrument souls!

"kill!"

Zhao Yan directly issued an order!

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"

In an instant, fifty or sixty souls of the weapon were sweeping towards Mr. Hong with his teeth and claws!

Old Hong was shocked, but did not escape on the spot. He knew very well that he could not escape under the entanglement of nearly a hundred weapon souls. After all, he was not outstanding in terms of speed.

"Ho, transform!"

Suddenly, Old Hong shouted angrily. With a "peng" sound, the red robe on his body suddenly broke into pieces in the sky! And his originally dry and thin body suddenly surged wildly in an instant!

"Transformation? Could it be that he is going to change back to his original form?" Zhao Yan chuckled and said.

Mr. Hong's skin was crazily stretched out, and his bones made loud noises, and the thin layer of flesh and blood was almost twisted. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that Mr. Hong's originally thin body could have been so terrifyingly twisted and formed!

"Roar"

In an instant, a huge red dragon nearly twenty meters long appeared out of thin air. The huge sound rushed straight into the sky.

"Red Dragon!"

A few hundred meters away, Yun Lan and others exclaimed, and their beautiful eyes did not blink.
Chapter completed!