The Heavens Come

Seeing Xiaolong, Liszt immediately strained his strength.

The young man with flowing hair in front of him gave Liszt a similar feeling. He is a new strong in the magic party organization. He is naturally familiar with the image of the old dragon king, but the old dragon king in his memory. It is a middle-aged man with a calm and elegant feel. The young man looks immature and indifferent, but his eyes are somewhat similar.

"Who are you? Is it the Dragon Soul group ... but you are not Ao Xing." Lisite asked in his mouth.

"You are not qualified to know who I am." Xiaolong said in a cold tone. He held his chest and shook his head slightly, so his long hair fluttered. At this moment, he felt that he must be like the cruel killer in Gulong. Then, he walked towards Liszt, "I'm interested in the Thunder God power on you."

"Huh, it's mysterious." Lisite sighed coldly, and in the sound of Dora Dora, a lightning flash broke out in his body, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Xiaolong.

Hit the dragon in succession in the roar of thunder and lightning.

Xiaolong's body flickered continuously, he didn't fight back at all, and even his arms were still clasped to his chest. So he avoided the thunder and lightning in succession, and the overall image seemed to be at ease.

He was still saying, "You have magic blood, but you are forcibly manipulating the divine power from the East. You cannot exert the power of this power at all. Hurry up, hurry up ... you are still too slow."

Then, as if feeling half bored, Xiaolong finally shot.

He avoided Liszt's bombardment, and his right arm suddenly raised, and a bang fell on Liszt's face.

With one punch, Liszt flew out and hit the cabin next to him before stopping.

There was a flash of lightning in Xiaolong's hands, which looked much smaller than Liszt's lightning, but this power was completely beyond Liszt's imagination!

Compared with the old Dragon King who needed to combine the leaders of other large organizations before he dared to attack, the current Xiaolong has fallen by more than half. His legendary weapon, Xianxian Sword, was killed with his death, and the dragon power in his body was half. Inherited to his son Ao Xing, only about 40% of the remaining divine power remained.

Compared with the Old Dragon King, his overall combat effectiveness is probably only 20% to 30%.

But even so, he is not an existence that ordinary survivors can provoke. After mingling with Ye, he really looks inconspicuous in the crowd, and only has a little sense of presence in front of the little fox ... This doesn't mean that he can really be bullied. A night snack forcibly driving the Eastern Divine Power is not his opponent at all.

He continued to walk towards Lister.

Liszt got up from the ground and blood spewed from his mouth. He was angry, thunder and lightning burst from his body, and a pair of electric wings emerged from the back. He used the bird-like state when he was facing Xiaomei. This is similar to the blood body of the Ye Ting Protoss, and his body seems to be transformed into a thunderbolt.

"Who the **** are you, the survivor or the unnamed !? I will never spare you, never—" He growled his lips, and lightning flashed in his eyes.

"Willn't bypass me, who gives you confidence? Arrogance is sick, and cure." Xiaolong said coldly.

He suddenly remembered what happened when he first created the Dragon Soul Group more than a decade ago. At that time, in order to improve the majesty of the organization among the survivors, he showed people a decisive image. At this moment, he As if to relive the feeling at that time, I thought of his most famous lines at that time.

His body seemed to be slow, and actually walked towards Liszt quickly. Liszt thundered with lightning, but Xiaolong walked into those lightnings and stretched out his hands. The lightning fell on his hands but couldn't deal with him at all. Inflicting damage, he put his hands on both sides of Liszt's head.

"I'll help you cure now, using the lightning therapy that I am best at ..." Xiaolong continued, with a look of coldness that he had rarely shown in recent years.

Bang--

A thunderous thunder fell from the sky, and impartiality fell on Liszt's body, and Liszt's scream was mixed with the thundering sound that tore the world.

Liszt's lightning can't hurt Xiaolong. This is not because Xiaolong can be immune to lightning damage. There is no such thing as a complete immunity in the survivor world. Two people using the same strength can still hurt each other as long as they are strong enough, such as Xiaomei and cold narcissus both have the ability to freeze, but Xiaomei can easily freeze the cold narcissus.

Of course, the dragon divine power in Xiaolong's body is still much weaker than Liszt's Thunder God divinity from the undead world, but Liszt does not fully control that powerful divine power.

The thunder he called was not completely controlled by himself. For Xiaolong, Liszt's thunderbolt was no different from the thunderbolt naturally generated by heaven and earth. In short, it was a wild thunderbolt, and Xiaolong as a thunder dragon could tame this Wild Thunderbolt ...

Fighting against Liszt, Xiaolong didn't use his own power at all. He just forced the lightning power summoned by Liszt to attack Liszt.

The prestige of the Thunder Dragon King is not casually called.

When Xiaolong let go of his hands, the scorched Lisite fell to the ground with a bang, and his body was still crackling and rushing out of lightning, after all, he was the carrier of Thunder God's power, although he was injured by the Thunder he called. But with the blessing of divine power, he didn't die--but he was badly injured.

Liszt's eyes were filled with fear.

Seeing his appearance, Xiaolong nodded with satisfaction: "The treatment is very effective."

"You, who the **** are you !?" Lisite shouted in shock, gasping in his mouth.

"Doctor." Xiaolong said with a bit of mischief.

"..." Liszt's expression became very ugly. He suddenly yelled and got up from the ground, his right palm opened, and the electric light flashed in his palm, banging at Xiaolong.

"Oh?" Xiaolong said a little in his heart, "This is the driving force that turns thunder and lightning into electromagnetic attack. It is an alternative application of the power of thunder. Although this Liszt cannot completely drive thunder God's power, but also found some ways to use ... ... but his attack was useless to me. "

Xiao Long raised his arms and let List attack him.

He didn't panic, and even a touch of ridicule appeared on his face.

By the way, the electric light splattered from the heart of Liszt's hand, and turned into a blue beam of light and bombarded Xiaolong's face door.

Xiaolong was bathed in electric light, his body was motionless, his expression on his face remained unchanged, and he smiled a bit of ridicule ... but, as if he could hear the sound of "slipping", the hair set on the dragon's head was affected by the attack , Slipped down, exposing a bald head with a bright light.

The peerless cold dragon killer instantly became a nonsense scene.

"..."

Xiaolong's expression was stiff, and Liszt also froze.

For a moment the ship became awkward.

Alas, alas, Xiaolong's body of lightning flashed out, and the blue veins could be clearly seen on the forehead.

Suddenly, Liszt felt as terrified as falling into hell. He looked at Xiaolong and the hair sleeves on the ground. After two seconds of contemplation, he quickly picked up the hair sleeve and handed it to Xiaolong: "What ... I didn't mean it of……"

"You're dead!" Xiaolong snatched the hair cover, rushed to Liszt with a gritted tooth-ever heard of the end of the demon seal?

"Wait……"

呲 啦 ——

At this time, in the evening, the sky was dim, and the bright light on the ship in the infinite sea flashed for half a minute before stopping.

On the ship's deck, Liszt had become dying this time. He fell to the ground and was so black that he couldn't even speak. His body fluttered from time to time, and Xiaolong was standing in front of him, carefully putting on the hair cover again. Shaved his head, then wiped a comb out of his arms and began to carefully comb his hair.

"..." Do you still have a comb with a bald guy!

After finishing his grooming, Xiaolong shook his head and felt the feeling of flowing hair. His anger was gradually calmed down, and then his body squatted down ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ looking at Lisite, stretched out a hand to put On Liszt's head.

The thunder and lightning began to flow out of Liszt's body and merge into Xiaolong's body.

"You, what are you doing ..." Liszt asked hard, "You ... want to extract strength from me?"

"Lei Gong's divine power has spoiled you, and I will use it well." Xiaolong replied that he didn't want to hurt Liszt so badly, but he was a bit out of control just now. Fortunately, he still kept the last point of reason and did not He bombarded to the slag.

"Ha ..." Lister's black face grinned with a sneer, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke, "What do you think of my power ... extraction? Too ridiculous ... wait for me to die, not yet The power of the dead will ... return to the undead, and you cannot ... seize it! "

"Who said it?" Xiaolong sneered, his hand off the top of Liszt's head, wrapped in blue electric light, feeling the power of this shareholder Fang, and then contacting Ye Xing with a ring to pass a consciousness.

This consciousness can be roughly understood as: Boss, are you there? Now that the order is ready, we can pay the bill.

"..." Ye Ting was a little depressed.

I haven't played for a long time, so I paid for it as soon as I played ...

Xiaolong is a ring spirit. With the help of the Lord of the Rings and Ye Ting, there is a strong connection. Although it is not possible to transfer substantial power through the Lord of the Rings, the bank note capacity of the soul gem can be borrowed.

Later, those lightnings that seemed to rest on Xiaolong's body were immediately soothed and integrated into Xiaolong's body. He fully possessed this Thunder God power!

Liszt was shocked and sat up in dying: "You, how can you ..."

"You ordinary players don't understand." Xiaolong glanced at Liszt lightly, this is the privilege of a gold player!