kingnovel Chapter 405: Escape from the Sky Blood Dragon
Chapter 405: Escape from the Sky Blood Dragon
Above the sky, the blood-red setting sun spread out like ink, and the huge body of the Wind Dragon Vein shuttled through the clouds, bringing up gusts of wind.
The Whisperer rode on the dragon's back, his face pale, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his forehead and soaking his clothes.
Although there was no one behind him, he felt as if countless sharp swords were hanging above his head, ready to fall at any time and chop him into pieces.
He was like a frightened rabbit, his eyes rolling around, his nerves tense, and the whistling of the wind sounded like the whispers of an evil spirit in his ears.
"Damn, what kind of monster is that guy..."
The Whisperer's lips trembled as he muttered to himself, "He's clearly just a junior God Slayer, yet he can actually put so much pressure on me..."
Suddenly, the Wind Earth Dragon Vein let out a shrill roar, and its huge body shook violently, and the Whisperer was almost thrown out.
He looked down in horror and saw a wound deep enough to see the bone on the left wing of the Wind Dragon Vein. Blood gushed out like a stream, dyeing a large area of clouds red.
"Not good!" The whisperer's heart was filled with alarm bells, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.
He looked up suddenly, but still did not see Zhou Ping'er. There was only the blood-red setting sun, like a huge eye, watching everything coldly.
The next second, another invisible sword energy attacked, heading straight for the right wing of the Wind Earth Dragon Vein!
"Ahhhhhh!" The Whisperer roared in despair and thrust his hands forward.
The brilliant light gathered in his palm, forming a huge ball of light, trying to wrap around the Wind Earth Dragon Vein.
"Nightmare..." The whisperer's lips trembled as he uttered a strange word.
The air suddenly froze, and an indescribable feeling of oppression spread, as if the whole world had fallen into a horrible nightmare.
"Hehe, interesting..."
A teasing voice suddenly sounded, "You can actually use the power of nightmare to resist my sword energy. It seems you have some skills..."
The whisperer's face changed drastically and he looked around in horror, but still couldn't find Zhou Ping'er.
"Who is it? Where are you?" The whisperer's voice was trembling and terrified.
No one responded, only the blood-red setting sun was still watching all this with indifference, as if mocking his ignorance and fear.
"Oops……"
The Whisperer suddenly felt a strong backlash surge into his heart, and his face turned pale in an instant, "This... this is..."
The whisperer felt a bone-chilling chill spreading from the bottom of his heart.
His internal organs seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand. The intense pain made his eyes go black and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn, this is too serious..." He murmured weakly, his face as pale as paper, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was shocking.
Just now, in order to resist Zhou Ping'er's sword energy, he used the real nightmare power.
Although he successfully absorbed the sword energy, he was also attacked by the nightmare power.
It feels like swallowing a hundred popsicles and then drinking a bottle of chili oil. It's so uncomfortable that it makes people question life.
Before he could recover, several more sharp sword energies broke through the air, so fast that they were almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.
The Whisperer tried his best to condense a layer of defensive light, but it was like paper and was torn apart by the sword energy in an instant.
He spat out another mouthful of blood, his consciousness began to blur, and the world before him seemed to turn blood red.
"It's over, it's terrible..." A desperate thought flashed through his mind.
"Instead of sitting and waiting to die, it's better to fight to the death!" The whisperer suddenly raised his head.
He ordered in a hoarse voice: "Wind and Earth Dragon Vein, turn back! Fight that guy!"
The Wind Earth Dragon Vein let out a low roar, and its huge body trembled slightly, as if resisting the order.
It could feel the terrifying aura emanating from Zhou Ping'er. It was a kind of pressure from a superior, which made it feel fear instinctively.
But in the end, it chose to obey its master's order, firmly turned around and flew towards Zhou Ping'er.
"Haha, you want to fight me to the death? You're overestimating yourself!"
A teasing voice came from the sky, and then a dazzling light streaked across the sky and headed straight for the Wind Land Dragon Vein.
"Come on, let me see what other tricks you have!" The Whisperer roared with gritted teeth, his eyes burning with crazy fighting spirit.
The Wind Earth Dragon Vein let out a mournful cry towards the sky, opened its mouth wide, and spurted out a stream of green air visible to the naked eye. That was its proud unique skill - Soul Gangfeng!
Wherever the strong wind passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, emitting a shrill scream.
However, this seemingly invincible strong wind was no match for the sword energy.
But it was as fragile as paper and was torn into pieces in an instant, unable to block the attack at all.
"Pfft!"
Several sword energies, wrapped in unparalleled power, slashed fiercely on the body of the Fengdi Dragon Vein. The hard dragon scales burst instantly, and blood gushed out like water.
The Wind Earth Dragon Vein felt pain, and its huge body trembled violently in the air, letting out bursts of wails.
It could no longer maintain its flying posture and fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
"Oh my god, this is going to be a disaster!" The mutterer felt as if he was on a roller coaster. The thrill of falling almost made him vomit out his overnight meal.
He held on to the dragon's back tightly, fearing that he would be thrown out.
At the same time, he wailed inwardly, "This is such a deadly rhythm! I haven't even finished pretending to be cool, and I'm already going to die?"
Just as the man and the dragon were about to fall to the ground, a figure suddenly appeared under the Fengdi Dragon Vein.
It was a man in white, none other than Zhou Ping'er who was hunting down the whisperer.
His brows were furrowed, his expression was serious, and there was a glimmer of determination in his eyes, completely devoid of the playful look he had before.
He looked up at the Wind and Earth Dragon Vein descending from the sky, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from it, and his heart sank slightly.
"This evil beast, if it falls, will inevitably bring great disaster to the city. It must be killed here!"
Zhou Ping'er took a deep breath, and the long sword in her hand suddenly shone brightly, making a sharp sword sound.
His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at the falling wind dragon vein. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing straight to the sky.
"cut!"
Following a low roar, a dazzling sword energy burst out from the tip of the sword.
Like a divine punishment, it rushed towards the Wind and Earth Dragon Vein.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the space was torn apart, making a sharp explosion sound.
The Wind Earth Dragon Vein let out a desperate roar, and its huge body was instantly swallowed by the sword energy.
"boom!"
With a loud bang that shook the earth, the body of the Wind Earth Dragon Vein exploded in the air.
It turned into countless pieces of flesh and blood, falling like raindrops. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The pungent smell made people nauseous and shudder.
The Wind-Earth Dragon Vein, this once majestic mythical creature, completely dissipated into the air.
Zhou Ping'er slowly put down the sword in her hand, and looked calmly at the place where the wind dragon vein dissipated.
It seemed as if he had only done a trivial thing, but the solemnity in his eyes showed that he was not at peace in his heart.
At this moment, he frowned and whispered, "Where are the people?"
Zhou Ping'er frowned, her eyes like torches as she scanned the debris left by the explosion of the Wind Earth Dragon Vein, but there was no sign of the whisperer.
"Where are the people? Could they have been blown to ashes?" He muttered to himself, feeling confused.
With the Whisperer's strength, even if he managed to survive, he should have been seriously injured. How could he disappear without a trace?
Somewhat unwillingly, he released his mental power again, carefully searching every corner around him, but still found nothing.
At the same time, in the corridor on the first floor of the manor, Shen Qingzhu was holding an old-fashioned radio and listening to the sounds inside with a calm expression.
"Er'er, how's the situation?" she asked softly, in a steady tone, as if asking about today's weather.
Jiang Er'er's slightly excited voice came from the radio: "Sister Zhuzi, everything went well! I have successfully interfered with the manor's surveillance system. Now all the electronic equipment in the manor has become my toys!"
"Hey, do you want to hear what Lin Qiye and Wu Hen are doing? I can broadcast it in real time!"
The corners of Shen Qingzhu's mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.
"No need. Please pay attention to monitor the location of the third seat and report any abnormalities in time." "Got it!" Jiang Er'er replied in a relaxed tone.
Shen Qingzhu put away the radio, turned and walked towards the entrance to the underground passage at the end of the corridor.
As she walked, she thought about the Whisperer.
Although this guy is not very strong, he is very cunning. This sudden attack on the manor must be a conspiracy.
The underground passage was dimly lit and the air was filled with a damp smell.
Shen Qingzhu walked slowly down the spiral staircase, his steps light and without making any sound.
When she reached the end of the passage, she saw a familiar figure standing under the chopped-to- pieces altar. It was San Xidi.
He was pale, his clothes were tattered, and he had multiple wounds on his body with blood already clotted. He looked quite disheveled.
Shen Qingzhu frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. How could the third place be injured?
Are there other enemies in the manor?
"Third seat, you..."
As soon as Shen Qingzhu opened her mouth, the Third Seat suddenly turned around, staring at her fiercely, and asked in a hurried tone, "Where is the Sword Saint? Was he led away?"