Chapter 459 (1/2)

Haizhengjie's body is bright with spirit light. The medium-grade spirit soldier armor he carries plays a role in protecting his body.

However, Yan Zhaoge didn't care about this. The two giant hands of Zhenyuan kept closing, which made the armor of Lingguang constantly shake and shake.

Haizhengjie's injury is not light. At this moment, thanks to the spirit soldier's armor guard, he is now fighting hard and urging his own strength.

Although his blood dragon was defeated by Yan Zhaoge, the secret method of blood dragon spitting beads still played a role.

In the agitation of Taoism, it turned into blood light, which gushed out from the acupoints and orifices of haizhengjie.

As if the real blood dried up and solidified on the body, it became a piece of dragon scales.

Different from the previous manifestation of blood dragon, the power is released. At this moment, haizhengjie is gathering all his strength to form a strong defense.

The red light converges and condenses continuously, and the red dragon scales gradually turn black, which is extremely heavy and solid.

Haizhengjie's whole body is covered with bloody dragon scales. The whole person seems to be transformed into a dragon by human beings. It's the unique defense skill used by the blood Dragon School for body training and body protection, the black blood dragon scales.

Once the black blood dragon's scale is complete, it is connected with the defense of the medium-sized spirit soldier armor, which helps haizhengjie to resist the two giant palms of yanzhaoge, which are like squeezing the heaven and the earth.

At this time, haizhengjie can finally breathe.

He looked at Yan Zhaoge and asked with difficulty, ”who are you? Why do you want to help Bai Jingkang and his wife, who are long away from the mountain, to be enemies of our blood dragon sect? ”

Yan Zhaoge smiled: ”although I don't live in the same world, I live away from the mountain together, but I have some fragrant feelings. The clan I came from is called Guangcheng mountain.”

From Yan Zhaoge's heart, the first thing to consider is Hongxia chalcedony, which is produced in the world of Canghai. Whether you ask changlishan or Xuelong sect, the effect will not be too bad.

In fact, it doesn't matter who helps, either side is OK, but the action of the old man in black robe made Yan Zhaoge make a decision.

Since the other side wants to fight, it's done.

But now that he has moved his hand with Xuelong school, in order to talk with the couple in changlishan after the convenience, Yan Zhaoge doesn't mind to find a reason casually.

”Mount Guangcheng Long distance from the mountain... ” Hearing this, haizhengjie almost recited the past: ”before the great disillusionment, the five mountains of daomen were just legends. Are you really the descendant of Guangcheng mountain Daochang before the great disillusionment?”

”But even so, our changlishan sect in the great world was definitely established after the great disillusionment. However, taking the name of changlishan has nothing to do with the five mountains before the great disillusionment!”

Yan Zhaoge's mind is ingenious, so is our gate. At best, the inheritance of martial arts is developed on the basis of the gate.

The old man in black robe and the other four martial artists of the blood dragon sect were also slightly blue.

The couple who control the black-and-white sword light, Bai Jingkang and Wang Bing, are very happy in their hearts.

However, after listening to haizhengjie's words, Bai Jingkang and his wife were worried.

As haizhengjie said, they grow away from the mountain, which is the gate of the sea and the world after the great disillusionment.

Yan Zhao's singer kept going, and his hands still closed tightly, squeezing Hai Zhengjie to the ground.

”It doesn't matter if it has anything to do with the changlishan Daochang before the great disillusionment, at least the name makes me sound very pleasant.” Yan Zhaoge said as if nothing had happened.

Haizhengjie and other people want to cry without tears.

What's the reason for a person who does things according to his mood and likes and dislikes himself?