From the Flame-Devouring Sword, a dragon head was formed.

In an instant, Yu Yue's heart sank: "Mad, the mad dragon rises and attacks... It turns out to be this martial art?"

"You know?"

"Well...if, if I guess correctly, this martial arts should be the second largest inheritance that Su Zhi obtained in the Sword Tomb Holy Spirit Hall... This trick is the middle-hand reincarnation martial arts created by our sect, the thirteenth generation sect leader, and his own creation of the Martial Vehicle Reincarnation Martial Arts."

"Zhong, Zhongcheng Reincarnation Martial Arts?" Although Qing'er had little understanding of the Sword Sect and the path of cultivation... but even she knew what the concept of Zhongcheng Reincarnation Martial Arts was.

The Sword Sect and the martial arts of reincarnation are only a number of ten fingers... and those who can reach the middle level will probably not exceed three books, right?

Qin Shi's black eyes also flashed with fear. When the dragon's head rose into the sky, he clearly felt that he had never had a disordered state of bliss, and even his sea of ​​consciousness was filled with severe pain.

"Sister...Big brother, can he win?"

Suddenly, a tender voice sounded from Qing'er's arms, and she was shocked to realize that Miao'er had woken up at some point.

Qing'er instantly squeezed her jade hand tightly, and she didn't know how to respond.

"Sister, will the eldest brother definitely win? He won't have any trouble, right? He is a good person... he saved me." Miao'er asked again.
Chapter completed!