3054: C3054 Red Scales on Its Forehead

C3054 Red Scales on Its Forehead

After the flood dragon laid on the ground and closed its eyes, Jiang Ting and the others saw that the scales of the flood dragon were becoming smoother and darker, and the aura of the flood dragon was steadily increasing.

What was that bamboo?

Although Jiang Ting did not understand, he did not waste any time thinking about it. Instead, he fiddled with the bowstring.

Hua Ling softly said, "Dao brother, it's your turn to prepare. "

The Flood Dragon's intelligence, which was not considered strong, did not know. The changes it wanted to hide at this moment were actually within Flower Bell's expectations.

"Alright. " Jiang Ting no longer fiddled with the bowstring. Instead, he tightened his grip on the arrow.

The arrowhead was aimed at his palm. . . He was ready to pierce his palm with the arrowhead at any time, forcibly use his blood to release his divine sense, and activate the bow and arrow.

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This wait. . . Was three days.

During this period of time, the Flood Dragon was lying on the ground as if it had fallen asleep.

Jiang Tingze had been focusing all his attention on the Flood Dragon. . . But he had never expected that the Flood Dragon had yet to complete its breakthrough, and he had never seen any red scales appear on its forehead.

How much longer?

Although he was anxious, Jiang Ting did not say anything. He just continued to be on guard.

Apart from him and Hua Ling, the other Autumn Water Pavilion disciples weren't in a good state. They were all leaning against the stone wall of the valley, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

The valley was filled with the pressure of a Flood Dragon.

Those with weak Divine Senses could only bitterly persist, unable to fight back. At this moment, only cold sweat could be seen on their faces, which was quite rare.

A while later.

"Rumble. . . " A sudden clap of thunder appeared in the gray sky.

"Hualala. . . " The storm came as soon as it came.

The Flood Dragon, who had been lying in the valley for three days, suddenly raised its head. "Ang. . . "

The Flood Dragon not only roared at the sky, but also at the top of its lungs. It directly flew up and relied on its own strength to fly.

Hua Ling hurriedly shouted in a low voice: "It has already broken through and the red scale is about to appear. Daoist Jiang, prepare. "

As she spoke, she clenched her fists tightly, and her voice was filled with a rare sense of nervousness.

Jiang Ting was too lazy to respond. He had been on guard for three days. Why would he need Hua Ling's reminder?

He couldn't help but press the arrow down with his left hand.

"Ci!" The arrowhead made an arrowhead. The arrow arrowhead directly pierced through Jiang Ting's palm. Blood stained the arrowhead red.

Jiang Ting acted as if he did not feel anything. He turned his wrist and the arrow arrowhead disappeared without a sound. When it reappeared, it had already been placed on the bow and arrow.

He held the bow with his left hand, and with his right hand. . . He drew his contribution.

The arrowhead was not drawn by strength, but by divine sense and magic power.

Just by drawing the bow slightly, cold sweat appeared on Jiang Ting's forehead. The magic power was still alright, but the burden of divine sense was the biggest.

He discovered that he seemed to have underestimated the Divine Sense required to draw this bow.

"Ang!" The Flood Dragon flying in the air was still roaring towards the sky.

Traces of green patterns suddenly appeared on the surface of its black scales. . . Those patterns seemed to be some kind of symbol, but unfortunately, Jiang Ting did not recognize them.

Hua Ling urged again, "The pattern has appeared. The red scales will appear soon. Dao brother, hurry. "

"Stop arguing!" With a cold snort, Jiang Ting gritted his teeth slightly. His Divine Sense and magic power rushed towards the bow and arrow as if they were free of charge.

As his Divine Sense and magic power were consumed like a broken dam, the bowstring was quickly pulled back.

In less than a breath's time, the bowstring was pulled back.

As a price, more than 60% of the magic power in Jiang Ting's body disappeared into thin air.

His head hurt even more. . . The real pain, was piercing pain!

It was as if someone was holding something like a nail and forcefully staring it into his brain. . . If it was any other ordinary person, they would probably have already started screaming and wailing on the spot.

It was not like Jiang Ting, whose face was dripping sweat like a small stream. Although his hands were trembling, he still firmly held the bow and pulled the bowstring.

Jiang Ting, who was pulling the bow, did not let go.

Because the red scale had not appeared yet. . . . But it was almost there. Jiang Ting could see that there was a scale on the forehead of the high-spirited Flood Dragon. It had unknowingly turned dark red.

And it was turning bright red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Waiting for a long time was always a long time. Every second felt like a year to Jiang Ting.

His body was trembling violently, telling him that he had reached his limit. If this continued, his body might collapse on the spot.

However, his vast memories kept reminding him that the pain at this moment was just a drizzle. Compared to the countless pain he had experienced in his previous life, the pain at this moment was like a drop in the ocean. It was not even worthy for his body to howl in pain.

The conflicting emotions collided crazily in his mind.

However, Hua Ling and the others did not know what Jiang Ting was feeling at this moment. They only looked at the Flood Dragon nervously.

Another three breaths later.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the Flood Dragon suddenly turned around. "Ant! I want you all to die!"

It had already completely recovered. On its forehead that it could not see, there was a scale that was bright red and glistening.

Hua Ling suddenly growled, "Now is the time. . . "

However, Jiang Ting's movements were even faster.

The moment he noticed that the scales had turned completely red, he released the bowstring.

"Phew. . . Phew. . . " The arrow transformed into a stream of light and shot toward the Flood Dragon at an extremely terrifying speed.

After that, Jiang Ting didn't have the time to look at the destructive power of the arrow. His body turned soft and he lied down in the valley.

Exhausted! Exhausted! Exhausted!

He only felt that he didn't have any strength left in his body.

However, even if he was tired, he still forcefully hit his mind and swallowed the healing pill that had unknowingly been pressed against the tip of his tongue. . . The pill entered his body and immediately began to repair his body.1

Only at this moment did he have the time to look at the Flood Dragon.

It was a long story. In fact, from the moment he laid down to the moment he swallowed the pill, only a moment had passed.

"What is it!?" The Flood Dragon roared in a low voice. Its eyes were filled with fear as it instantly flew into the sky.

However, unexpectedly. . . The arrow was a locked arrow.

Even though Jiang Ting was no longer able to control it, once it shot out, it would not give up until it achieved its goal.

The arrow that missed turned around and rushed towards the Flood Dragon again, and its speed was getting faster and faster.

The Flood Dragon only dodged for three breaths before it could no longer dodge. . . The arrow hit the Flood Dragon's abdomen, which was close to its forelimbs, and its whole body entered the Flood Dragon's body.

"Roar. . . . " After eating the arrow in pain, it let out a beast-like roar.

After a while, it endured the pain and roared: "All of you must die!"

It was still flying in the air.

"You don't know when death is coming, what a joke!" Hua Ling sneered.

Then, she flicked her finger, and her magical power spread out in a mysterious way, giving rise to some sort of music.

The Flood Dragon, on the other hand, suffered some sort of heavy injury and fell directly from the sky.

"Rumble. . . Dust and dust filled the air, and its aura disappeared without a trace.

Jiang Ting sat up. "It died just like that?"

He had thought that even if Hua Ling had a backup plan, she would definitely fight him, but he had never thought that she would kill the Flood Dragon after breaking through so suddenly.

Her method was also extremely strange.

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