assistirfilmes Chapter 20 A Ferocious Tiger Descends to Suppress a Flood Dragon
Chapter 20 A Ferocious Tiger Descends to Suppress a Flood Dragon
On the banks of the Wujiang River.
I heard what Li Muyu said.
Little Dragon Lord was taken aback, then narrowed his eyes, his dark vertical pupils staring like an abyss, exuding murderous intent.
"So it's you! How dare you appear before me! You've got some nerve!"
Li Muyu remained silent, only casually beckoning with his hand.
Those in the Disciplinary Hall in the distance could not see what the two were saying, but they heard a loud thud like a bell.
The sealing array covering Zhoukou Village suddenly trembled, and a pair of black-scaled dragon claws, like striking a bell, pounded towards the sealing barrier.
In the blink of an eye, the array formed by more than ten disciples of the Discipline Hall was covered with spiderweb-like cracks and was on the verge of collapse.
The disciples quickly cast spells to strengthen the magic array, trying to hold it for a moment, and shouted towards the white-robed figure in the distance.
"Hurry, the seal is about to give way."
Li Muyu ignored him and stood still.
Click,
With a muffled thud, the sealing array shattered, and the sky-filled light curtain, like broken glass, turned into starlight.
The disciples were forced back by the residual power of the formation.
"What do we do? Little Dragon Lord has broken the seal!"
Zhao Tianran wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cursed.
"Nonsense, of course it's to save people."
"Although this little dragon lord is only at the fifth realm, the dragon clan of Chunjiang Prefecture is a lineage of dragons, and their physical talents are formidable. Even the top five disciples on the Sky Ranking cannot defeat them alone."
The young disciple stared into the distance, his gaze somewhat vacant, as if he were looking at some kind of monster.
"But why do I feel like he doesn't need help?"
The moment Xiao Jiaojun broke through the seal, he let out a piercing dragon roar that echoed throughout the entire riverbank, and transformed into a streak of light as he pounced on Li Muyu.
The claws, covered in jet-black dragon scales, resembled frosty swords drawn from their sheaths, gleaming with a dark, cold light, and aimed directly at Li Muyu's face.
"Go to hell!"
In Xiao Jiaojun's view, taking off the head of the human boy in front of him was as easy as picking a melon; this was the arrogance ingrained in the Jiao clan's bones.
However, the next moment, the little dragon king's ferocious smile froze on his face, accompanied by an excruciating pain in his palm.
Li Muyu clenched his fist into his palm, showing no fear of the dragon's claws. A deep tiger's roar exploded, revealing that he was using only his physical strength to directly confront the dragon!
The little dragon was knocked back by a punch. Its dragon claws, as hard as armor, trembled uncontrollably, and bright red blood slowly dripped down between its black scales.
"How is this possible? You're clearly just a human!"
The little dragon king stared intently at Li Muyu with its deep vertical pupils, its eyes filled with disbelief. The dragon race had a powerful physical body, and this was the first time it had ever lost to Li Muyu in terms of strength since its birth.
What he found most unacceptable was that the other party was just a mere human!
Before Little Dragon Lord could react, Li Muyu suddenly appeared in front of him, his five long and powerful fingers gripping his face like cold iron hooks, and slammed him hard to the ground!
boom--
The ground instantly cracked like a spiderweb, and the little dragon's head was buried in the deep pit. It felt as if its head was about to be shattered, and a constant buzzing sound emanated from it.
Immediately afterwards, huge fists rained down like raindrops, one after another.
Little Dragon King was stunned by the fierce attack. He could only hear the whistling wind of fists in his ears. The dragon horn that symbolized the dragon race was also smashed off. Blood filled his nasal cavity and flowed out.
"That's enough!"
With a deafening dragon roar, the little dragon suddenly grew larger, its broad shoulders transforming into a dragon spine, and its pillar-like tail whipping Li Muyu away.
Dragons follow the clouds, and winds follow the tigers.
The sky was clear and blue along the Wujiang River, but in an instant, dark clouds gathered, obscuring the sun, and a torrential rain began to fall.
With a loud bang, a bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a giant tree, streaked across the sky and exploded like a spider web.
A colossal creature, tens of meters long, soared into the air, its body circling in the sky. A dragon's head, with its prominent horns and claws, slowly emerged from the clouds, murmured, and looked down at the sky. Its vertical pupils were fierce and menacing, sending chills down one's spine.
Standing in the rain, Li Muyu appeared extremely small in front of the dragon that had revealed its true form, but his eyes remained calm as he met its gaze.
"Kill the Dragon Queen first, then cut off my horn."
"Human, you deserve to die!"
The little dragon coiled in the sky, looking down from above, and let out a thunderous roar that suddenly exploded like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
The disciples of the Discipline Hall around them hurriedly circulated their true energy to protect themselves, but they still could not avoid the impact. They felt their primordial spirits tremble and were almost shaken out of their bodies.
Li Muyu's pupils narrowed, and he raised his head, letting out a deafening tiger's roar to confront it.
The tiger roared and the dragon howled, shaking the mountains and forests.
The roars of the two men swept outwards, the gale snapped low trees, and tossed up tiles, leaving behind only broken eaves and ruins.
Li Muyu leaped into the air, his body hurtling towards the dragon in the sky like a cannonball.
A man and a dragon traverse the clouds, engaging in a physical battle.
Zhao Tianran and the others stared in disbelief at the figure that seemed to possess the power to shake the dragon, a figure that appeared like a monster.
The young disciple said blankly.
"Could he be a demon in human form?"
Why is there such a huge difference between people of the same race?
Li Muyu stood on the sky, raised two fingers together, the tips of his fingers as red as ink, and was actually writing cloud seal script, drawing talismans in the void!
Using his fingers as a pen and scarlet blood as ink, he wrote down an ancient seal script talisman.
The Great Divine Power Talisman - Blood Fiend Prison Tiger Talisman!
Suddenly, an unusual phenomenon occurred.
The dark clouds were stained with a crimson aura, resembling a river of blood hanging upside down in the sky, with blood rain falling everywhere.
A great wind howled between heaven and earth, its power immense. Spiritual energy swept in like a vortex, converging into the phantom of a hundred-foot-tall ferocious tiger. Amidst the surging waves of blood-red clouds, a pair of sharp claws tore through the heavy clouds and roared out.
There is a ferocious tiger in the world, with two wings on its back!
A ferocious tiger phantom appeared in the sky, its body imposing and exuding a dense aura of malevolence, its pupils glaring down.
Even the usually arrogant Little Dragon Lord couldn't help but tremble at this moment, feeling that most primal aura, as if it came from the ancient era. His proud dragon blood was completely suppressed and surged endlessly within his body.
Ji Yudie and her companion were flying over when they saw the distant sky stained red with blood, and their delicate brows furrowed.
Worried about Li Muyu's safety, she disregarded Lu Guan and sped away on her own.
Arriving at the banks of Wujiang River, I spotted that familiar figure standing against the wind in the distance.
Li Muyu was under immense pressure. His white robe was torn, the hairpin that held his hair in place was shattered into dust by the powerful force, his black hair flew wildly, and two lines of blood were left at the corners of his eyes.
Looking down at the little dragon king from his high position, he suppressed it with one hand.
"town!"
The world was completely silent.
Suddenly, a tiger's roar erupted, deafeningly loud.
A ferocious tiger descends upon the world, and a dragon lies hidden in the heavens!
Little Dragon Lord seemed to sense the breath of death. His vertical pupils no longer held their former arrogance. Like a mudfish in a hot pot, he desperately tried to escape, but still could not escape the fate of being suppressed.
"Oh no! Quickly form a protective array!"
Zhao Tianran saw this scene from afar. Although he was on the edge of the battlefield, the residual force of the impact was still beyond what they could withstand.
Ji Yudie suddenly appeared, blocking everyone's way. A barrier resembling a blooming lotus flower opened up, enveloping everyone.
With a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth, the area within several miles was trembled. The already dilapidated Zhoukou Village was instantly reduced to rubble, leaving only a giant crater.
The smoke of battle has cleared.
Beneath the chasm, the ravaged form of the Little Dragon King was revealed. Its dragon tendons were broken, its flesh was mangled, and its scales were scattered all over the ground, like cicada wings, which would shatter at the touch.
He lay helplessly amidst the ruins, barely breathing, like a lamb awaiting slaughter.
As Li Muyu's figure gradually approached, Little Jiaojun finally felt fear, as if being summoned by the King of Hell. Driven by the instinct for survival, he trembled and roared.
"You cannot kill me, I am the Dragon Lord of Chunjiang Prefecture."
"Kill me, and the Dragon Clan of Chunjiang Prefecture will not let you go!"
The lotus barrier dissipated, revealing Ji Yudie and her companions.
Zhao Tianran also spoke up to dissuade him.
"Stop now, hand him over to the sect for disposal."
Li Muyu remained silent, only slamming his fist down indifferently. His hands were covered in a mixture of red and white substances, and thick white paste dripped from his fingertips.
With each punch landing squarely, Little Dragon Lord's mournful howls gradually weakened until there was no more movement, and he completely lost his breath.
[Slay a fifth-realm young dragon and obtain 5000 Steamed Bun Coins and a drop of dragon's true blood]
Finished!
He really killed the Little Dragon Lord of Chunjiang Prefecture!
Zhao Tianran stood silently to the side, his face ashen.
Unlike his senior brother, who had mixed feelings, the young disciple beside him felt a surge of joy. If his senior brother hadn't been there, he would have wanted to cheer and punch the fist.
Ji Yudie never tried to dissuade him, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she gazed intently at his retreating figure.
Suddenly, a familiar voice reached my ears, and it was just a simple sentence.
"Those whom the Southern Immortal Sect dares not kill, I will kill!"
Meanwhile, on the distant horizon.
Several sharp sword energies pierced through the heavy clouds and hovered above Zhoukou Village.
The leader was dressed in a black Taoist robe, with white eyebrows and a long beard, and a solemn expression.
After receiving the message from the disciple, the sect's discipline elder rushed over.
But looking at the devastated battlefield beneath his feet and the mangled corpse of Little Dragon Lord, it was ultimately too late.
"Li Muyu, a disciple of the Southern Immortal Sect, disregarded the sect rules and was apprehended!"