Chapter 230 (1/2)

Seeing that mangjiao attacked again, ye yuan's face changed greatly. He threw the elder to the ground, and he burst out his huge fist in the middle of the air.

Bang!

One blow hit mangjiao, mangjiao roared, tail swept, ye yuan flew out, smashed a number of towering trees, and then fell from the air, hard to move.

”Ah yuan!” The elder cried out, his eyes were red and he stared at mangjiao. ”I will kill you, beast!”

The elder rushed out again, jumped up, held mangjiao's body, climbed up, and reached mangjiao's head in an instant.

Just now, mangjiao suffered a great loss under the elder's hands. Seeing that the other side climbed on its head again, its body rolled down directly on the ground, hoping to drive the elder back.

However, the elder still clings to his scales. One Python rolls around the mountain and breaks many trees.

But the elder didn't let go as if he wasn't afraid of death at all. Suddenly, with a loud roar, the hand holding the scales suddenly raised.

Poop!

A golden light flew up. It was the golden scale on mangjiao's forehead, which was torn down by the elder alive.

At that time, mangjiao screamed heartrendingly and twisted painfully.

Finally, the elder was thrown out by this huge force and fell heavily. His clothes were broken, and many muscles oozed blood. He became a blood man alive.

”Beast, I've broken your golden armor, see how arrogant you are!” ”The elder said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mangjiao kept writhing and rolling. In front of the cave, the mountain forest was directly razed by him into a flat land, flying sand and rocks, a mess.

Suddenly, mangjiao stopped moving.

When the elder was very happy, he knew that the golden scale was the fatal weakness of mangjiao. Did he kill it like this?

Fang Shishi has been stunned for a long time. This kind of deadly battle has caused her a deep shock. Her hand holding the soul sword is shaking involuntarily.

Seeing mangjiao still, is this animal dead?

As soon as her eyebrows were raised, she was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, mangjiao jumped up in the air and rushed to her and Tang Zheng.

”Roar!” The sharp roar seems to tear the eardrum, but what's more frightening is the pair of huge eyes and horrible mouth.

”Miss Fang, be careful!”

The elder saw this, but it was too late to rescue. Because he was seriously injured this time, his strength was greatly reduced, and it was difficult to launch an effective attack.

At the sight of mangjiao coming, Fang Shishi's frightened heart suddenly calmed down, and her trembling hand became extremely stable. At the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Tang Zheng with her eyes closed tightly. She clenched her teeth, and she could not retreat. If she retreated, her beloved would be trapped in a hopeless situation.

Tang Zheng used to protect her. Now it's her turn to protect Tang Zheng. Only listen to her chiding, the sword of war spirit is suddenly wielded.

Whoosh!

The soul sword with black light crossed the sky and cut on the black scale. The fire was all over the sky, but it didn't hurt it.

Mangjiao's bloody mouth fell, as if to swallow Fang's poems.

”To die!”

Fang Shishi held up his sword and stabbed it. It was dark and bright. Mangjiao also seemed to feel the power of the sword. His head deviated and the sword stabbed an empty space.

Whoo!

Suddenly, a smell of green fog from the mouth of mangjiao, rushed to Fang poetry.

Fang Shishi instinctively wants to hold her breath, but it's too late. She has inhaled a few strands of green fog, and her brain immediately faints.

This green fog is poisonous!

Fang Shishi was shocked. He wanted to raise his soul sword and stab mangjiao, but he found that he was weak and fell down involuntarily.

All threats have been removed. The target of mangjiao's attack has become Tang Zheng, because it feels the threat from Tang Zheng.

It's bloody again, seems to want to bite off Tang Zheng's head.

”No!” Fang Shishi cried out, but she was unable to resist. The elder also shouted in the distance: ”beast, do not hurt the emissary.”

Tang Zheng is the hope of the witches. If Tang Zheng dies, the witches will be trapped here for generations.

The elder can't do anything. His face is dead.

All of a sudden, there was a strong wind. There were many small red lights rising from the soil, rocks, trees and grass. Then they flew to Tang Zheng and got into his skin. In a moment, Tang Zheng was red all over.