AWB Chapter 270 The Soul-Slaying Sword slashed wildly, slashing without any set moves.
Chapter 270 The Soul-Slaying Sword slashed wildly, slashing without any set moves.
More blue light emerged from the protective array, mixing with the golden light, and attacked the dragon's tail.
The dragon was enraged.
How dare such a tiny ant rebel!
It raised its head high, and the two dragon horns on its head, which were not yet fully grown, flashed red light, shooting straight towards the protective array on the ground.
The protective array trembled, and the spirit crystals on the array plate rapidly decreased.
Zhong Lingxin was shocked and hurriedly poured out all the spirit crystals from her storage bag.
Fragments of golden light flashed again on the protective array.
The protective array has stabilized.
The dragon was furious.
Since it cultivated its dragon horns, it has never lost a battle whenever it releases the red light from its dragon horns.
This damned protective array can actually withstand its red light.
Another flash of red light appeared on the dragon's horns.
The bag of spirit crystals that Zhong Lingxin had just taken out turned into spirit lime again.
The flying dragon launched several attacks with flashes of red light.
Zhong Lingxin's bags and bags of spirit crystals turned to ash.
Each bag contains 10,000 top-grade spirit crystals!
Fortunately, the dragon's red-light attack using its horns consumes a great deal of spiritual energy.
After using it several times, half of its spiritual energy was depleted, so I dared not use it anymore.
Looking at the remaining spirit crystals on the array core, Zhong Lingxin immediately guessed that the Flying Dragon's ultimate move couldn't be used too often. She hurriedly shouted to the Azure Lions, "Attack! Attack with all your might! The Flying Dragon has consumed too much spiritual energy; don't let it replenish it!"
The Green Lions had already gained full confidence in Zhong Lingxin through the repeated tremors of the protective array.
Now that Zhong Lingxin said this, without even thinking, they rushed to the constantly changing light spot as the formation rotated, sending out beams of azure light at the flying dragon outside the protective formation.
Now, they only attack and don't defend, so their attack power increases exponentially.
The flying dragon suffered minor injuries from the fierce attack of the blue lions.
This minor injury is very light; it can heal itself with a single cycle of spiritual energy circulation.
But this minor injury enraged it greatly.
A tiny ant actually managed to hurt it!
The flying dragon let out a long howl to the sky: "Roar~~~~"
The sound shook the rocks on the carp's back, causing it to crash and fall down the cliff.
Inside the formation, Zhong Lingxin and Huang Ying'er were fully engaged in fighting the flying dragon, completely unaware of the rumbling sounds outside the formation.
The dragon was still not satisfied with its anger, and lashed out with its tail at the rolling rocks, smashing them into the protective array.
After knocking away several rocks in succession, the flying dragon knocked away even more rocks.
Large and small rocks rained down on the protective array, creating clouds of dust.
Huang Ying'er and Huanhuan, who had just changed shifts, cursed under their breath.
The dragon's tail was faintly visible in the smoke and dust, severely affecting their judgment.
The flying dragon plucked away rocks for a long time, until all the rocks in the vicinity were gone.
Its tail could no longer lift the rocks off the carp's back.
It was so angry that it kept muttering curses.
That damned carp's back is made entirely of black manganese stone, which is extremely hard.
If it keeps whipping away, it's afraid all its scales will be pulled off.
Huang Ying'er, with her sharp eyes, spotted the dragon head faintly visible in the smoke and dust.
Without thinking twice, she tapped her finger on the jade flute, and a sonic blade shot straight toward the faintly visible dragon head.
Feilong felt a dull thud on his head.
It knew it had been attacked by sound.
Damn it, it hates sound attacks the most.
As a member of the dragon race, it is thick-skinned and tough, and prefers to attack head-on.
Just as the dragon shook its head, it felt a blur before its eyes, as if something had flashed past.
Huanhuan followed closely behind Huang Ying'er and cast an illusion spell on Feilong.
This is also one of the attack methods that wyverns hate the most.
Feilong realized he had been tricked again, and quickly dodged to escape, trying to avoid the enemy's attack first.
But it had barely swum a few feet when it suddenly felt a sharp pain in its abdomen.
It looked down and saw that a large part of its belly was burned black.
Damn it, damn it, what kind of fire could burn it?
Just then, it felt a dull pain in its consciousness again.
This hurt much more than the last one.
Then, there was another one.
Flying Dragon knew things were going badly, so it stopped fighting and took to the air to escape.
Just then, it felt its tail being pulled, which dragged its dragon body down, almost causing it to fall to the ground.
The dragon was shocked and struggled to break free from the drag, determined to fly away.
It's a pity it's too late.
Its consciousness was struck twice more.
This time, it was in so much pain that it lost its balance and fell straight down from mid-air.
This is the result of the collaboration between Zhong Lingxin, Huang Ying'er, and Huan Huanle.
Over the past three years, they have frequently practiced together in the territory of the Fire Cloud Leopard, and have long since developed a tacit understanding of each other.
When Feilong was injured and knew it couldn't gain any advantage, it tried to run away, but Huanhuan's tail had already transformed into a long rope that wrapped around it, stopping it for a moment and giving Huang Ying'er another chance to launch a sonic attack.
Zhong Lingxin's Soul-Slaying Sword followed closely behind Huang Ying'er's attack, striking the flying dragon's consciousness.
These two powerful strikes to the dragon's consciousness directly damaged one corner of its consciousness, severely injuring it and making it unable to maintain its balance.
Before the dragon could regain its footing after falling to the ground, it felt a blur before its eyes.
Its response was slightly slower again.
Another burning pain shot through its abdomen, causing it to writhe and roll on the ground in agony.
Immediately afterwards, its consciousness was as if it had been cut by a knife, and the collapsed corner rapidly expanded.
It felt its consciousness blurring in waves, and vaguely, it could hear the shouts of thousands of troops and the thunderous sound of galloping hooves, all of which seemed to crush its consciousness...
The dragon's last shred of consciousness told it to run, run...
But it couldn't maintain its shape, and it couldn't rise into the clouds.
It could only struggle helplessly, struggle...
Zhong Lingxin and Huang Ying'er, inside the protective array, knew that the opportunity was too good to miss.
Both of them launched a mental attack on the flying dragon without regard for anything else.
Huang Ying'er played the pipa, and Zhong Lingxin played the phoenix zither, together they played "Ambush from Ten Sides".
At the same time, Huang Ying'er also brandished her green jade flute, playing the notes of the pentatonic scale, and unleashed a series of sonic blades from between her fingers, striking the dragon's consciousness.
Needless to say, Zhong Lingxin slashed wildly with the Soul-Slaying Sword, slashing without any set moves.
Sword after sword, all aimed at the flying dragon's sea of consciousness.
At this point, she didn't care about accuracy; she just wanted to hit the dragon's head.
Huanhuan's six tails all flew up, dragging the dragon's body again and again, straightening it so it wouldn't escape the attack range.
Under a barrage of attacks as rapid as a rain of stars, the dragon's consciousness completely collapsed, and it thrashed about on the ground, barely breathing.
While Zhong Lingxin and the other girl were launching a fierce attack, the Green Lions didn't have time to replenish their spiritual energy. They all rushed out of the protective array to help Huanhuan beat up the flying dragon.
They wanted to avenge their king, to avenge their leader.
Three whole days passed, and Feilong lay stiffly on the ground, motionless.
Zhong Lingxin raised the Soul-Slaying Sword in her hand, cutting off the two dragon horns of the flying dragon and picking out the inner core inside.