"It doesn't matter. This fifth-level holy dragon has damaged its vitality and has no combat power. Moreover, the wilderness is dark and windy, you can do it. If you don't get revenge, it's not a gentleman. No matter how strong the Augusta family is, their hands cannot reach the City of Freedom! But I don't think it was the girl Phoenix who asked him to come. Although the little girl was a little arrogant, she has not yet made up her mind to buy a murderer!"

"Okay! I also believe she probably didn't mean it, it's just a beauty that is in trouble..."

After saying that, Qiao An stopped hesitating. Yin thunder gathered in his hands, compressed into a thunder ball, and smashed it in the direction of the blonde boy.

The thunder ball turned into a black light in the night sky, silently, cold, vicious and weird!

Under the cover of the night, no one could notice it. The blonde boy had no idea that the sickle of the god of death had been raised high and placed on his neck.

"roar!"

At the critical moment, this loyal silver dragon protected the blonde boy with his body.

The pitch-black thunder ball exploded on the back of the silver dragon, without the strength of the thunder and the domineeringness of tearing the scales, just like an ink ball splashing on its body.

The compressed black and gel-like thunder flowed down the silver scales, and in the blink of an eye, it was like ink traces drying up, and the lightning entered blood!

"Crack..."

"Roar..."

Countless tiny black lightnings were walking through the flesh and blood under the scales of the silver dragon like little bugs, tearing them up.
Chapter completed!