"Roar... Abhorrent human beings, I have almost become holy, why can't you still feel half of the holy authority on your body? Blooddragon's huge body, Mian. Mian countless miles, staring at Chen Jiu, a face of fox doubt: "And how do I feel you are like ants, can be pinched to death at will!"

"Ha-ha, ha-ha..." Chen Jiu smiled coldly and stood in front of the dragon with his swords flying overhead. He really wanted to cry.

To fight a saint dragon, depending on his present half-suspended power, he simply died without residue. If he had a choice, he would rather hide himself immediately and let the Dragon swallow them...