Chapter 535: Backfire of Black Dragon Flame

The speed of breaking the ban is definitely faster than his big dragon sword intention!

In fact, this is normal, but Lin Xuan didn't know it.

The big dragon sword mark is just a simple mark, its power is less than one ten thousandth of the big dragon sword.

But the true dragon spirit is different. It is formed by the earth's spiritual veins that have been cultivated for thousands of years. The mystery is infinitely magical.

Therefore, the power of the true dragon spirit has surpassed Lin Xuan's great dragon sword.

However, Lin Xuan is not worried about this.

Compared with him, it is a death-seeking behavior!

Because no one can get more than him.

When he first came to the Lost Land, he took away the whole dragon spirit of a colorful uniform.

The true dragon qi in the battle suit has reached ten feet, and the five true dragon qi in the hands of the man in the black robe add up to just one foot.

Not a tenth of Lin Xuan!

Lin Xuan sneered, his fingers slid toward the storage bag around his waist.

The man in the black robe was furious, and an ant dared to laugh at him, he just didn't want to live!

When he decided to get the Dragon Soul of the Dragon, Lin Xuan must slap his soul.

The next moment, however, he froze, and his pupils contracted into a needle.

I saw Lin Xuan took out a colorful battle suit from the storage bag and quickly put it on.

On the top of the battle suit, there was a ten-foot-long true dragon spirit, transfiguring the appearance of a true dragon, and howling.

The big dragon sword soul contends in the battlefield, as if to break through the sky, and the shock is dozens of times stronger than before.

"How could it be, how could this kid have so much real dragon spirit!"

"Is he a transfiguration of an old monster!" The man in the black robe was shocked.

He can't help but be surprised to know how long it took him to reach the strength of the true dragon, and it took almost decades.

Lin Xuan actually has ten feet of true dragon spirit, the number is ten times his.

If the opponent is not an old monster, he will not believe it.

"Who the **** are you?" The man in the black robe had a somber voice.

"Why, are you afraid?" Lin Xuan sneered, "if you are afraid, get out of here!"

The man in the black robe had already shown his intention to kill him, and of course he would not give each other a good look.

As for the Great Dragon Soul, he will not give in.

"Boy, look for death!"

The man in the black robe was angry, and now he can be sure that Lin Xuan is not an old monster, but he doesn't know what means to use to get the ten-foot-long true dragon qi from the blue dragon meeting.

Even so, he was furious.

This feeling has been gone for hundreds of years.

The ten-foot-long true dragon spirit is definitely faster than him. According to this situation, he can't get the soul of the big dragon sword at all.

Sure enough, Lin Xuan's ten-foot-long true dragon snarled, cooperating with the sword qi in his hand, quickly chopping forward.

Before long, he was already in front of the platform.

"Damn reptile, Dalong Sword Spirit is mine!" The man in black robe growled.

Suddenly he frowned, and cursed, "Damn, forget the important things!"

Then a wicked smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"Humble human beings, even if you have ten feet of long true dragon spirit, the big dragon sword soul is destined to be mine."

The man in the black robe was not angry, but calm down and began to move forward steadily.

His actions were full of self-confidence, as if the dragon dragon soul was destined to be his.

Lin Xuan secretly guarded against the abnormal performance of the man in the black robe.

According to the other person's temperament, and the importance of the Great Dragon Soul, it is impossible for a man in a black robe to give up so easily.

Now that he is doing this, there should be something to stay behind.

However, Lin Xuan made a careful investigation and found no danger, so he could only move forward quickly.

The ten-character true dragon air combined with the sword air revolved forward like a roaring true dragon.

Getting closer and closer to the soul of the big dragon sword, Lin Xuan became more and more shocked. In the end, his big dragon sword also turned into a dragon-shaped sword spirit, roaring upward.

At the rear, the man in the black robe took advantage of the length of the true dragon in his hands, matching his powerful strength, followed closely behind.

Finally, Lin Xuan came to the front of the altar, looking at the rolling Dragon Soul of the dragon, and was very excited.

The man in the black robe came to a distance of about three feet. He stared at Lin Xuan's back, and a black flame suddenly appeared in his eyes, beating.

Like the fire of hell, dark and gloomy.

Just when Lin Xuan wanted to collect the Soul of the Big Dragon, the inflammation of the black dragon in his body suddenly beat violently, as if out of control.

For a moment, black flames covered his whole body, burning.

If it wasn't for the True Dragon's Aura, Lin Xuan would be burned to ashes this time.

Lin Xuan was shocked. He felt the violent power of Heilongzhiyan, and his face became extremely ugly.

"No, Black Dragon's Flame turned back!"

This was something he hadn't expected at all. Although Heilongyan came from the outside, he had completely refined.

Unexpectedly, now the flame of the black dragon is out of control, and even he has to burn it together.

He used the strength of the true dragon to defend, while turning back suddenly, staring at the man in the black robe.

I saw a black robe man with a wicked smile on his palms covered with scales, with a black flame, beating like a futuristic fire, exuding a strange smell.

"Boy, the flame of the black dragon is not so easy to surrender." The man in black sneered.

"Now I'll show you the true power of the Black Dragon Flame!"

After all, the palm of his hand suddenly fisted, and the group of black dragon flames quickly rose and rolled in the air.

Subsequently, the black dragon's inflammation on Lin Xuan's body seemed to be stimulated and burned wildly.

The blossoming black flames, like the flowers of the Nether, are rotten and open, and the horrible heat will melt the void.

The heat was so horrible that I couldn't bear even His Holiness.

Lin Xuan then knew why the Lord Leng would be tortured by the black dragon for nearly a hundred years.

Too scary, this heat is beyond his cognition.

Even if there is a true dragon's qi body protection, I am afraid it will not be able to support it for a long time.

At the critical moment, he quickly casts the sword of devour, forming one black vortex after another, emerging around him.

In the sky ~ www.readwn.com ~ black vortexes swirl rapidly, forming a sucking force, absorbing the black dragon's inflammation on the surface of Lin Xuan.

At the rear, the black robe was shocked again.

He thought that Lin Xuan was dead, but he did not expect that the opponent had a hole card to resolve his black dragon inflammation.

You know, even if His Holiness is facing a black flame, there is no other way.

And a psychic boy has some means to resolve it, which is really shocking.

However, he was determined to slaughter Lin Xuan, and at the same time he wanted to obtain the Great Dragon Soul.

So the next moment, he shot all out.

Both arms are covered with black scales, with a gloomy metallic luster.

Above the scales, the flame of endless black dragon burns.

The next moment, Lin Xuan's weaker black flame rose again, and quickly interweaved to form a large flame hand, grasping the big dragon sword soul forward.