Luo Xiu decided to start taking back the initiative. After all, this was her territory and she knew it best.

She began to actively practice the dragon-subduing techniques that she had learned in the Music Bureau.

The first thing is to exhaust the dragon's physical strength, just like training an eagle and conquering a wild horse. No matter how ferocious and huge it is, it will eventually stop working.

What she had to do was to ride on its back without getting off, and find ways to wear down the dragon's spirit and drain its last drop of strength.

She had to hold on.

Because she felt that the more violent the dragon became, the closer it was to being completely subdued by her.

This means, if you want to destroy someone, you must first make him crazy.

Luo Xiu gritted her teeth, tried hard to hold on, and looked for opportunities to counterattack from time to time.

The dragon's rage burned away his reason, and he didn't even realize that she was luring the enemy deeper. He continued to move deeper into the Pure White Palace without stopping.

Going deeper and deeper, we are about to reach the end of the Han Palace!

Wherever it passes behind it.

At this moment, the sky is full of petals.

The ground is covered with pink floral mud.

Then, accompanied by a raging flood, the entire Han Palace was submerged.

It was a complete mess.

As for the destructiveness of the evil dragon, the heroine Luo Xiu has the best understanding of it. She is the only one who knows best how huge, ferocious and hideous it is.

Although the dragon had fallen into the trap and did not retreat at all, the heroine was still secretly surprised by its terrifying power while gasping for breath.

Sometimes she even felt helpless and powerless, and even her physique as a cultivator was almost shaken apart.

But soon, the heroine cheered herself up again, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and her pretty, rosy face was full of strength.

She straightened her slender waist again and continued to hold the reins to control the dragon. She clamped her legs tightly around the dragon's huge body, rode on it, and actively rocked the dragon to control it. What a chivalrous female knight.

The dragon was not willing to be outdone.

It was so powerful that it seemed to knock down the entire palace.

He fought a battle of wits and courage with the female knight on his back who wanted to subdue him, and they consumed each other's physical strength.

This is a battle of endurance.

Time passes by every second.

I don’t know how long this battle has been going on, but it is still going on.

It is destined to be a rare and fierce battle.

Not long.

The dragon felt that he had fallen into a trap.

Although it has no reason and only primitive impulses, it is currently constrained by the narrow space deep in the Han Palace that can barely accommodate it.

already.

I can't move at all!

There was no way to rush around.

It is even more dangerous and narrow than the previous situation.

Even a fool knows that the current situation is not good. This is a trap.

Damn it, he’s so sinister and cunning!

The ferocious dragon roared in an unyielding manner: Can't you afford to play?

Then the Luoxiu lady didn't want to answer it. I am cunning? Obviously you are the most cunning!

She now competed with the dragon in perseverance and struggle, and finally successfully led the hideous and ferocious dragon into the depths of the palace.

The next step is to behead the evil dragon!

The deepest part of this palace.

Unexpectedly, it was another beautiful scenery like a paradise.

The sea of ​​flowers is extremely prosperous and luxuriant. Pink flowers are crowded in the fertile and lush paradise. They grow very moisturized and are ten times richer than any other flower fields they passed by before!

It is a fertile land.

Well-deserved.

At the same time, the environment is filled with moisture, and the air is humid and warm, which is very suitable for the growth of flowers.

It is in no way inferior to the fairy mountain and blessed land described by the immortal monks.

Looking around at this time.

Dense water droplets are hanging on every petal of the sea of ​​flowers.

Like the morning dew in the wild.

It’s just a beautiful scenery like a paradise.

It will cease to exist in the next second!

The heroine's back was straight, but she was staggering from being thrown around.

She was exhausted.

The dragon roared.

Although its physical strength was also somewhat exhausted.

But still maintain a high fighting spirit.

This is its racial talent.

Too.

Its last pride!

The dragon tried its best to charge into this fertile land.

finally.

Arrived at the end of this sea of ​​flowers.

And behind him.

Look around.

There are broken branches and fallen flowers all over the ground.

The petals were crushed into flower mud by the giant dragon's body with raging demonic flames.

It mixed with the clear dew in the early morning to become flower mud water, just like the mud under the wheels on a rainy day.

It can be said that:

By the sea of ​​cold flowers, blooming lonely and ownerless.

It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, and the wind and rain make it worse.

I have no intention of competing for spring, I just let all the flowers be jealous.

It falls into the mud and turns into dust, but the fragrance remains the same.

The artistic conception is very appropriate.

In the past, she had no intention of competing for spring. However, if the other beauties knew what she was doing now, they would definitely be jealous.

But these are off-topic.

Right now, the space available for the man and the beast to move is very small, making it increasingly difficult for them to move.

Then the reason why the dragon is called the dragon.

It's because of the rage and madness.

It just swung its tail like a dragon.

He wanted to completely shatter this shaky palace.

However, no one knows what material the walls of this hall are made of, but its toughness and expandability are excellent.

How could it be destroyed so easily?

On the back of the mad dragon, the heroine of justice was exhausted, her body almost broken by the shaking, but she did not take it lightly.

It can be seen that the goals and methods previously envisioned have been achieved.

The small space in the hall has been used to restrain the stupid and ferocious dragon.

She wiped the sweat from her temples with her silk sleeves.

She tied up her waterfall-like black hair into a simple bun, smiled a little haggardly, and began to practice dragon-slaying swordsmanship.

The key point is to deliberately manipulate the dragon to crash into the walls around it.

Slowly drain its physical strength and exhaust its wildness!

The heroine twisted and turned, dealing with the dragon below.

And summarized many key points of "熬龙".

This is the same as the mortal hunters' practice of training hawks.

The important thing is the word "熬".

It's all about conditioning and taming.

The same applies.

roar--!

The dragon, which had been blazing with flames before, crashed into the wall again and felt dizzy.

It finally realized that the situation was wrong and truly felt the beatings of life. It felt so bad to carry the woman on its back. Although she was haggard and weak, she just stayed on it and refused to get down.

The dragon felt like he was about to be destroyed!

It roared, and went into a complete frenzy.

The dragon was unwilling to give in, even though it was so brave!

The result was that the force was overcome by softness, and all the force was like hitting marshmallows, and was resolved one by one by the heroine of justice.

Its dragon body shook violently.

Launch the final charge!

This is.

The last pride.

Luo Xiu, who gritted his teeth and insisted on competing with the dragon in physical strength, also looked a little more awake.

At this moment, her physical strength was like a sponge, and the last drop of water had been squeezed out.

It's time to run out of fuel.

But after sensing the dragon's final counterattack before its death.

The heroine still gritted her teeth and pursed her lips.

A strand of black hair fell from her forehead and was caught between her pink lips, which matched her pale face with a hint of pink.

Her determination is lovable, just like a female warrior in a storybook who fights the dragon just to save the prince.

The dragon came to the end of the hall, and in front of it was a wall that looked extremely thick and difficult to break! This seemed to be the deepest part of the Han Palace Hall, but the dragon, who was gathering strength to make the final blow, refused to believe in evil!

There are no walls that can stop it! No~

Since this female warrior is so insidious and cunning, and has used a trick to lure the enemy into a trap, then it will use the same trick against her and crash through this palace! There is no way out, but it will still force its way out.

At this moment, it seemed to have sensed the dragon's intention to die together with it, and it wanted to crash down the palace and spiral up to the sky together!

"don't want!"

Luo Xiu's face changed, but she was too weak at the moment to do anything. She could only watch the hall being destroyed.

The dragon turned a deaf ear.

Face death with equanimity!

It growled, squeezed out all the remaining strength in its body, gathered it into the hard dragon head, and struck with all its might, vowing to carve out a way to survive.

As it turned out, it worked.

The wall at the end of the Han Palace Hall suddenly burst open!

It crashed through it, and pieces of rubble were shaken off, revealing the...brand new palace behind it.

There is actually another world inside!

It is estimated that only a monster as ferocious and huge as the magic dragon can "pass through" this palace like this.

But after it won, it no longer had the chance to experience it carefully.

Luo Xiu swung the sword with tears in her eyes and slashed at the dragon head with trembling body!

"roar--!"

The dragon wailed unyieldingly.

Beheaded.

The woman was also lifted up by its dragon horns.

A flick.

Rising up to the sky.

She raised her head and moaned in the air, then fell heavily to the ground.

The heroine was seriously injured in the fall.

Fainted.

There was no life in an instant.

The dragon passed through the huge and ferocious dragon head that had pierced the wall. First, its neck was stuck. Then, it was hit by the sword of the heroine with all her strength. It closed its eyes completely and fell in front of this new secret palace.

Finally, the dragon vomited blood, its body twitched, and the hot and boiling blood flew all over the walls of the hall.

Rivers of blood flowed.

This battle can be said to be a loss for both sides.

In this battle, there is no real winner who can stand to the end.

The two powerful beings fought to the last drop of blood.

at this time.

Only the fishy dragon blood that filled the brand new back hall could vaguely tell of the heroine's bravery in fighting the dragon not long ago.

She was seriously injured.

"Mr. Zhao."

When the will is blurred.

She whispered his name softly.

Everything is settled.

Inside the solemn and dignified hall.

A tall and mysterious dragon coffin stands quietly.

Looking down from the dome.

The dragon coffin is located in the center of a blood circle and a blood-colored hexagram.

On the walls surrounding the main hall, there are paintings of the Nine Heavens Flying to the Moon, carved by Dali's most skilled mural craftsmen.

These scenes seemed like some mysterious ceremony was really taking place.

And the situation.

That's true.

Inside the dragon coffin.

While gasping for breath, Luo Xiu drew out the sharp sword.

With a sad smile on her face, she cut Zhao Rong's throat with the blade of the sword!

The blood in the throat gushed out wildly.

The man was dying.

In an instant.

There is a pure white cold palace which is extremely rare in the legends of the earth.

Opened quietly.

The nine-day bright moon from the ancient mythology turned into "water" and slowly flowed out from the blood of the ancestors deep inside the woman's body.

Immersed in the two people hugging each other.

The dragon coffin was filled with milky white moon souls.

Pure white.

Just like the moon in the nursery rhyme that accompanies every generation of girls to sleep.

Everything is quiet and peaceful.

In the dragon coffin.

There is a son.

Bones are shining, flesh is growing again after the rot, and broken arms are recast...

Sword-like eyebrows, lips as white as rouge, skin as white as winter snow...

He has a fair face, black hair like silk, a face like jade, and is elegant... handsome.

At a certain moment in the coffin, a slender white hand was gently raised and placed on the snow-white back of the woman with a soft breath but rosy cheeks.

The handsome young man hugged her.