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Chapter 115 The White Moonlight Monk Who Criticizes Wolfhounds 16

Caught off guard, Shi Qing was suddenly kicked out by a strong force.

When she opened her eyes again, Wu Ji was looking at her seriously.

She sat up suddenly and looked around. She was on the bank of the river.

There were only two of them in the place.

"Wu Ji, where are the others?"

She stood up, her clothes sticking to her body, proving that they had indeed been swept into the water before entering the dream.

Wu Ji's eyes followed her movements, "I don't know. I only saw you when I woke up from my dream."

Shi Qing used his spiritual power to dry the clothes, "So, you saw it too?"

Wu Ji nodded, propped up his chin and thought:

"If I'm not mistaken, the mirror that the Demon Lord gave to Cangrong is the Xuantian Mirror. The user uses blood as a medium and can dream of what he desires most in his heart."

Shi Qing frowned slightly. Her consciousness was attached to Bai Yao's body, so she could naturally understand her emotions better.

Cangrong deceived Bai Yao for his own selfish reasons, but after her death he asked the Demon Lord for help to see her.

It's ridiculous.

"It's just self-deception. They were wrong from the beginning."

As outsiders, they see more clearly.

It was Cangrong's brother who rescued the little fox in the wild.

The person that Bai Yao was determined to repay had already died.

After hearing her comment, Wu Ji was silent for a moment.

"Sister, if you were Bai Yao, what would you do?"

Shi Qing's eyebrows were indifferent, "I can't be Bai Yao."

Wu Ji raised his silver-gray eyes and looked at her quietly, his lips slightly parted, without saying anything.

At this moment, the dead silent river water began to boil again, a huge whirlpool formed in the center of the river, and something was about to break out of the water.

In order to prevent what happened last time from happening again, Shi Qing and Wu Ji quickly stepped back in tacit understanding.

In an instant, an extremely huge water creature jumped out from the water, shaking its head wildly and making a harsh sound.

The two of them looked intently and saw that the water creature was actually a black dragon, about twenty feet tall, covered with black scales that looked like black iron, with water rolling down it, and it was shiny and sharp.

The most terrifying thing is its huge head, with sharp horns like tree branches, its eyes are terrifyingly red, streams of rough air spurt out of its nostrils, its long beard sways, and its bloody mouth full of fine fangs is exposed.

It was extremely angry, and it kept shaking its head. Its huge body tumbled over and over, causing the river water below to splash with water.

A yellow corner of clothes fluttered on his back.

A tiny person holds it precariously by its horn.

The man revealed his face, and it was Jiang Xingchen.

Shi Qing made a prompt decision and flew on his sword, approaching with a whoosh.

"Sister!" Wu Ji shouted in shock, but Shi Qing had already flown to the side of the dragon. In comparison, Shi Qing looked even smaller.

He clenched his teeth, and emotions flashed rapidly in his eyes.

Shi Qing's face was cold, and he opened his hands to avoid the splashes of water from the dragon, and stretched out his hand to Jiang Xingchen, "Jiang Xingchen, come up quickly!"

His body was shaken non-stop. When he heard her voice, Jiang Xingchen's eyes suddenly widened, "Fuxue?"

The dragon's horns were entangled, and it let out a dull cry, and its head suddenly dived downward.

It is about to dive into the water and throw Jiang Xingchen away!

Sensing its intention, Jiang Xingchen shouted, "Fuxue, don't let it go back into the water!"

Shi Qing didn't know the reason, but he still reacted very quickly and inserted the magic formula, and the spiritual power shot into the river below him like lightning.

The water surface quickly froze into ice, and the dragon slammed its head hard into the solid ice, feeling dizzy.

Jiang Xingchen had already let go of his hands when it crashed down, and his whole body slid down on its back.

Shi Qing jumped off the sword and landed nimbly on the dragon's scales. She held Jiang Xingchen with one hand and stabbed the sword hard under the dragon with the other hand.

The sword blade collided with the scales, splashing bright light, and the two men slid for a while, finally piercing the soft part where the scales interacted.

After being stabbed fiercely on the back, the dragon suddenly raised its head and let out a deafening roar.

At the same time, his body kept twisting, trying to knock the two people unconscious.

Jiang Xingchen used Shi Qing's strength to stabilize himself, his eyes sparkling:

"Fuxue, this dragon swallowed Yunze and the others!"

Shi Qing was shocked, "What is its weakness!"

Jiang Xingchen was dizzy, "Chin! The chin is its weak point!"

The dragon slammed its body into the water. Jiang Xingchen used his spiritual power to land on its back and said quickly:

"Fuxue, stop it from returning to the water! I'll handle it!"

Shi Qing quickly took out a sword from her storage bag and threw it to Jiang Xingchen. It was the trophy her master brought back from his trip.

"You hold it back, and I'll attack!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly drew out her sword, turned over and ran onto the dragon's back, running towards the dragon's head like lightning.

However, the dragon was prepared. It shook its huge head vigorously, causing Shi Qing to lose his balance and slide down.

The dragon opened its mouth and was about to swallow her into its belly——

"Fuxue, be careful!"

Jiang Xingchen’s eyes widened.

Wu Ji watched from afar; the girl's figure seemed extremely small against the backdrop of the dragon.

She was still falling, and what was waiting for her was the bloody mouth of the dragon.

His brows turned cold, and he finally drew out the huge red sword on his back.

With a leap, he leaned closer to the girl.

Shi Qing quickly used his spiritual power in the air to slow down his falling speed, and the dragon's mouth was only a few inches away.

"elder sister--"

Still a few meters away from her, Wu Ji was extremely anxious, his eyes were red.

In a flash, a white magic sword was placed across the dragon's mouth. Shi Qing pointed his toes, made a hand gesture, turned over and spun around, landing on the dragon's nose.

Wu Ji heaved a sigh of relief, then landed on the dragon's head, knelt on one knee, and stretched out his hand:

"elder sister!"

The two bright red eyeballs in front of her stared at her angrily. Shi Qing stepped on the dragon's nose and ran up quickly, extending her hand at the same time.

One of them half-knelt with his brows lowered, while the other raised his head and stretched out his hand.

When they were one meter apart, Wu Ji suddenly moved down, grabbed Shi Qing's hand, and pulled hard.

Shi Qing used the young man's strength to climb up and landed steadily beside him.

"What are you going to do, sister?"

Wu Ji knew that at this point, the only way for Shi Qing to be safe was to get rid of the dragon in front of him.

Shi Qing grasped the flying spiritual sword, his eyes determined: "I will poke its chin open!"

"I'll help you."

Wu Ji's eyes fixed, and he decisively thrust the huge red sword in from top to bottom.

The giant sword could not pierce the dragon's body, but scratching its scales still caused it pain and anger.

It shook again.

"be careful!"

Shi Qing gave an instruction, holding the sword in his right hand, and grabbing the hair on the dragon's head with his left hand and swinging it down.

Wu Ji pursed his lips tightly and raised a wanton arc, "Jiaolong, come and hit me if you dare!"

After saying that, he thrust the giant sword downwards between the dragon's horns.

There were no hard scales on its head. The dragon opened its mouth and let out a roar.

Its entire body jumped out of the water and flew into the air, twisting its body.

Shi Qing swung in the air, her jaw tense. She grasped the beard that floated in front of her eyes and let it drop.

In front of him was a swaying, hairy mouth with a patch of red skin on the chin that was not covered by scales.

The dragon thrashed around in pain as Shi Qing grabbed its beard.

Shi Qing clenched the sword in his hand, found the right moment, and thrust hard at that spot—

Sure enough, the dragon began to wail and rolled over in pain.

Shi Qing gripped the hilt of the sword without loosening his grip at all, and urged his spiritual power to slash downwards.

The hard scales cracked layer by layer, blood splattered, but Shi Qing didn't blink, his face was firm.

Sticky blood gushed out of the dragon's mouth. It opened its mouth wide and spat out two people, who fell heavily into the water.

Shi Qing was directly pressed down.

A huge splash of water appeared on the river surface -

Shi Qing was exhausted and his consciousness gradually blurred...