It was not known whether it was the words "He has been my dragon for a long time" that angered the phantom of the Dragon God, or whether the effect after fusing with the blood of the Dragon God was like swallowing three pounds of ten-in-one tonic medicine, causing his blood to surge and make him dizzy. In the following fight, Luo Jiujiang almost had the illusion that he was being chased and bitten by a mad dog.
The relentless pursuit, the relentless attack, the unyielding aura of a fight to the death were all too ferocious, on a completely different scale than their previous clashes. If Luo Jiujiang hadn't been fully aware of what had transpired ten thousand years prior, he might have wondered, "Could it be that I once had a mortal grudge against the Dragon God?"
...Speaking of matters like murderous vengeance, if the Dragon God believed it existed, it would exist, and it would not be affected by Luo Jiujiang's will. However, the hatred for the child's theft was already established with witnesses, and it was a foregone conclusion.
The blue dragon's attack intensified, leaving no room for respite. Luo Jiujiang's previous swift attack strategy was no longer effective. Although he continued to swing his sword, he could only barely parry. In the blink of an eye, two bloody marks of varying depths were left on Luo Jiujiang's body.
The light in the center of the mountain was already dim. At this moment, both sides were concentrating on the fight. For a while, the only sounds could be heard, such as the clanging of metal against sharp objects, the whistling sound of the dragon's tail and the human body turning and moving quickly, and Luo Jiujiang's increasingly rapid breathing, which rose and fell in frequency.
The blue dragon shadow grew even more ferocious after seeing blood, and Luo Jiujiang's blade was clearly unable to pierce the skin reinforced with the Dragon God's blood. Furthermore, the Dragon God's phantom's four razor-sharp claws, its brush-like tail, and even its ironclad body could all be considered weapons.
In the realm of weapons, an inch longer is an inch stronger, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. Luo Jiujiang was accustomed to using a long sword, and in ordinary combat, the advantages and disadvantages of this weapon were not obvious. However, when facing the massive monsters and demons, especially the incarnation of the Dragon God before him, Luo Jiujiang was more or less at a disadvantage.
Apart from anything else, the strengthened Dragon God's phantom was long enough to hold a tug-of-war between a hundred or so strong men. The space deep within the mountain was already small, and now it was practically completely enclosed. Although Luo Jiujiang was still dodging and evading, struggling to hold on, hopping around wasn't a long-term solution.
However, in just three breaths, the battle between the man and the dragon had reached a fever pitch. Luo Jiujiang then raised his knife to block the Dragon God's front claws, but one of the Dragon God's hind claws had already attacked from behind with a gust of wind that broke through the air.
Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath, twisted his body with all his strength, crossed his hands, and quickly slid his palms to the right, changing his grip on the hilt to a tight grip on the blade. At this moment, the claws of the dragon god phantom were about to touch Luo Jiujiang's back, and his clothes had already been torn by the claw wind.
In a flash, Luo Jiujiang roared and swiftly raised his long sword, Chengxue, with its dragon claws. He poked the blue dragon's front claws with the tip of the blade while simultaneously blocking the rear claws with the hilt. Simultaneously, Luo Jiujiang stomped his foot hard, using the force to press against the back of the blade. He spun both himself and the blade in a single turn, like a horizontal bar. He then withdrew the blade and flew straight towards his next landing point.
His movements of sliding, wrestling, flipping, and springing were incredibly smooth and coherent, a seamless whole. His hastily used long sword as a club was even more ingenious. If there were onlookers watching, their applause would surely have been deafening.
However, there were only two creatures in the heart of the mountain: Luo Jiujiang and Lan Long.
Although the battle has not yet reached the most critical moment, Luo Jiujiang knows in his heart that the outcome for both sides will be a fight to the death.
Because the shadow of the dragon will never let go of his obsession of ten thousand years, and Luo Jiujiang will never surrender to death without resistance.
Compared to Luo Jiujiang's clever countermeasures, the dragon shadow's attack method was much simpler and more brutal. Usually, if the moves were applied properly, it was not difficult to use ingenuity to break through force, and sometimes it could even make opponents with only brute force run around in circles.
In his past experiences, Luo Jiujiang had never felt worried about his opponent's brute force or huge size. Whether he was dealing with Wang Tianhou or defeating Ni Kui, he did not spend too much effort and never thought that such an opponent was difficult to deal with.
However, today's stop almost changed Luo Jiujiang's impression.
In fact, brute force was not a problem, nor was its massive size. But what made Luo Jiujiang feel helpless was that the blue dragon was even stronger and faster.
It was so fast that it left Luo Jiujiang with almost no room to use any "cleverness".
For example, at this moment, Luo Jiujiang has not yet reached the landing point he had previously selected, but the blue dragon has reacted quickly and suddenly swept the tip of its tail like a steel brush in front of Luo Jiujiang.
Although Luo Jiujiang responded quickly, it was difficult for him to exert force in mid-air, and he had to make hasty adjustments. Even with Luo Jiujiang's ability to adapt to changes, he could only turn his back in that brief moment and barely use his back instead of his soft abdomen to deal with the attack.
Although his body was filled with spiritual energy for defense, in the face of the original power of the Dragon God's phantom, the protective film made of spiritual energy was no better than paper.
Just a flick of the tail, and Luo Jiujiang's defense was forcibly broken, instantly shattering like a piece of thin cotton wool with a tear. He flew backwards uncontrollably, slamming heavily into the rocky center of the mountain. When he finally drew breath, his breath was already tinged with the smell of blood.
However, the shadow of the Dragon God did not allow him to breathe for a moment.
Almost at the moment he tasted the sweetness on the root of his tongue, the shadow roared and slashed with sharp claws. Luo Jiujiang was slammed against the rock wall. It was already difficult to move, and now he was facing the claws flashing with cold light...
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