The Primordial Divine Dragon Art that Long Yi cultivated was originally a divine art that forged the dragon's aura. It was awe-inspiring without being angry, and its imposing manner was overbearing, causing people to have the heart to submit to it at first sight, not daring to resist. In addition, he was a tyrant in troubled times, unlike the Emperor of Taiping, who had been through hundreds of battles and came back alive from the brink of death. He relied on his own two hands to build an iron mountain, which allowed the Eastern Demon Realm to surpass the other three tribes. It gave him a backing, a foundation, and an arrogant heart.
In terms of momentum alone, no one in the world could shock him. But at this moment, facing Zhao Yun, who was half-kneeling in a daze, Long Yi actually felt fear. An ominous premonition suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and it grew uncontrollably, causing his eyebrows to knit together unconsciously.
Mirage was so shrewd that he instantly noticed Long Yi's abnormality, but he really didn't understand why the commander was hesitating when Zhao Yun had already been defeated. Just as he was about to ask, a bloody mist suddenly exploded in front of him.
The bloody mist actually spread out from Zhao Yun's body!
The bright red mist was even more dazzling than blood. It was suffused with a strange aura, and it constantly spread into the world. It was scarlet for thousands of miles, and the murderous aura was dense. In an instant, it had soaked the world into a boundless sea of blood.
Hu Qing and Hu Lan, who were beside Zhao Yun, clearly noticed the change in Zhao Yun.
A dense baleful aura had already wrapped around Zhao Yun's entire body, his originally wooden face was now like a dead person's, without a trace of emotion, without a trace of warmth, only his two eyes shot out a frightening red light, as if a malicious spirit had come into being, a Rakshasa's judgement, causing people to tremble in fear.
This was definitely not the Zhao Yun they knew!
"Langjun, what's wrong with you?"
"Brother Yun, your eyes!"
She called out anxiously, but what she got in return was a swift and fierce gust of wind. The two unguarded bodies fell miserably to the ground like kites with their strings cut. Their tender feelings turned into a pool of blood, soaking their snow-white clothes.
She was originally the most beautiful woman in his heart, and now that she had caused such pain for no reason, it should have made Zhao Yun anxious and remorseful, but Zhao Yun actually did not pity her in the slightest. He fiercely stood up, raised his sword towards the sky, and caused a violent wave of baleful aura to push forward. He sternly shouted, "Kill!" Like a violent thunderclap, without a trace of pity, he freely vented his boundless killing intent and monstrous fury.
Long Yi's facial muscles involuntarily trembled. If he hadn't been prepared, he would have fallen from the sky due to his absent-mindedness. He really couldn't figure out how Zhao Yun had become a completely different person in the blink of an eye. She had become unfathomable. He thought to himself, "What's going on? Why did the word 'kill' from Zhao Yun make me so scared? The situation isn't good. I might as well cut the Gordian knot and subdue her first. "
He made a prompt decision. He controlled the demon power of the hero and arranged a vast power in the air, "Imperial Chariot Patrol!" A golden torrent was as fast as lightning. It broke free from the boundless sea of blood and went straight to Zhao Yun's chest.
An inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Yun's mouth. Although she raised her sword high, she was dumbstruck. It was as if she had suddenly forgotten her swordsmanship. She didn't resist at all and watched the golden torrent rapidly pour into her body.
"Langjun!" Although they were heavily injured by Zhao Yun's merciless palm strike, Hu Qing and the other girl could only pity Zhao Yun for being killed in an instant. Their souls flew out of their bodies, and they were so angry that they spat out another mouthful of blood.
Zhao Yun was actually tied up like this. It was really beyond Long Yi's expectations. Could it be that Zhao Yun's' kill 'just now was just a bluff? Was it the final radiance of the setting sun?
Long Yi's brows were tightly knitted. His solemn expression didn't change at all. He really couldn't understand what he was afraid of. He pondered, "If the imperial chariot patrol continues, Zhao Yun will die. I should bring Zhao Yun back to the Celestial Supreme Palace first, and then carefully study his changes. "
With a plan in mind, Long Yi wanted to withdraw his demon power. Unexpectedly, when he withdrew his palms, he encountered a strong suction force. The strange force actually overshadowed the power of the Immemorial Dragon God, causing his palms to be petrified and unable to move.
He hurriedly calmed his heart and tried to withdraw his palms again, but it was still to no avail. The vigorous demon power was still continuously transmitted into Zhao Yun's body.
"This, this, could it be???? Zhao Yun is actively absorbing my demon power! " Long Yi's shock was no small matter. He only felt that the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting. He had fallen into a trap that he couldn't escape from.
Just as Long Yi expected, the pure demon power of the Dragon God turned into a golden stream of light and rushed into Zhao Yun's body joyfully. It was like a condemned prisoner fighting to be the first to taste the delicious fish and meat, but it didn't know that this was just a beautiful illusion of the last meal.
Long Yi finally knew why he felt fear. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He only felt that he had never been in such a dangerous situation in his life. He was at a loss, "There is actually such a demonic and evil method in this world! If I don't think of a way to break free from this powerful suction force, my demon power will be squeezed dry without a drop left. I will also become a withered and wrinkled skin bag. I hate that I was so careless previously! "
The mysterious smile at the corner of Zhao Yun's mouth suddenly had an additional taste. It was like a greedy diner who had found a delicious meal and was smacking his tongue with relish.
Mirage saw that the situation was not good. Finally, he didn't care about offending Long Yi's heroic spirit of fighting alone. He channeled his demon power and condensed it into a claw. He attacked Zhao Yun's back, "Great Commander, please forgive this old official for disobeying the imperial decree."
Long Yi showed a look of praise and joy, "This old guy Mirage has a bit of eyesight." In this life-or-death situation, he couldn't care less about bullying with numbers. He only hoped that Zhao Yun could be distracted and he could take the opportunity to escape from this shadow of death.
Unfortunately, Long Yi's wishful thinking fell into vain again. When Mirage broke into a place five feet behind Zhao Yun, a magnificent blood flower strangely bloomed on Zhao Yun's back. With a nimble turn, a whirlwind rose. With a "clang" sound, Mirage was ruthlessly thrown onto the rock.
Mirage tried to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice used to lure it. He wanted to sneak attack Zhao Yun's back, but he didn't expect that his back would be completely penetrated by the protruding rock like a knife. For a moment, blood flowed like a stream, and he screamed endlessly.
Although he was standing on the opposite side, Hu Qing couldn't bear to see such a miserable scene. He endured the great pain in his chest and channeled the "Soul Dispersing Hand" to lift Mirage's body away from the rock.
Mirage hurriedly swallowed a "Spirit Camel Baiji Elixir" to protect the vital meridian in his chest and prevent the demon power from flowing out of his blood. He said gratefully, "Miss, you repay kindness with evil. I really have no face to face you."
Hu Qing's face was filled with worry as she looked at Zhao Yun who was continuously absorbing the golden demonic energy. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat. "This person in front of me clearly has an unforgettable appearance, but why is he so unfamiliar!"
Hu Lan exclaimed beside his ear, "Sister, he, he is not Brother Yun! Brother Yun has always only used a sword. He doesn't know this kind of evil technique to absorb demon power. "
"Absorb demon power?" Mirage only saw stars in front of his eyes. He almost fainted and breathed his last, "No wonder the commander and Zhao Yun were in a deadlock in the air and kept using the imperial chariot to patrol the border. Now the commander's face has already become pale. It seems that he can't hold on for much longer. Sigh, if I knew it was so dangerous, I would have persuaded the commander to cancel this duel with the other officials. "
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