Chapter 1861: The Dragon of Jinlie Matthew stares at Ye Qingyun and others with a ruthless face. The next moment, he resolutely hands out his sword and shakes it: "The Dragon of Jinlie!"

The voice fell, and there were countless swords around it, roaring and galloping, which condensed into a golden dragon.

The dragon body is made of countless swordsmanship, with incandescence.

Ye Qingyun's blood vein of slaughtering dragon runs madly, and before him condenses a huge and incomparable dragon head, fierce and fierce, roaring, that is, biting off the golden dragon!

The dragon of Jin Li shivered instinctively.

The dragon-slaughtering breath permeates all around, as if it could lock...