The reason why Li Huajuan wears this pig-faced fang mask is not because she is ugly.
On the contrary, the face under the mask is now as beautiful as a country.
When she was young, her master performed divination and calculated that her beauty would be unfavorable in the future and that she might be burdened by her beauty throughout her life.
Therefore, since she was seven years old, she was ordered to wear this mask, firstly to avoid disaster, and secondly, to cooperate with her practice of "Worldly Destruction Technique".
Li Huajuan was more or less a destined person.
At this moment, it's time for her to show some real skills.
Peng Daxing, who was on the other side, succeeded with one blow. He was still feeling proud, but suddenly he felt some kind of danger.
This is a strange feeling, a feeling that Peng Daxing has never felt before in the water prison for six hundred years.
Is it fear? It couldn't help shaking its body, its teeth chattering, and the scales on its body no longer jingled, but made a rustling friction sound.
There was a trace of fear, but more of it was the most primitive bloodthirst of a ferocious beast.
Both sides were very excited and looking forward to the killing spree later.
Lu Ran saw Li Huajuan forming seals with his hands and chanting something.
Then she took out a purple bag from her arms, and then took out a black tube as thick as a finger. The tube was completely black, like a pen without the tip. The front end was sealed, leaving nine holes. Small holes the size of sesame seeds.
Without hesitation, Li Huajuan reached out and swung the black pipe towards Peng Daxing, while shouting: "Kill!"
Peng Daxing was still wondering what the cold light emitted from the black tube was, but Peng Mian beside him suddenly understood the power of the opponent's murder weapon.
"Big Star, hide!" He flew very quickly in front of Peng Da Star and tried to block the object with his underdeveloped long tongue (tentacle), but found that the object was too small and flew past him. Go directly to Peng Daxing.
Peng Daxing is such a huge thing. It is so tiny that it has no time to detect and dodge. It has no choice but to stay still and use the hardest scales of its body to block this small silver dot.
The shining silver dots pecked at the same silver scales of Peng Daxing with a "clang" sound.
Only then did Pengmian see clearly that the object shot out of the black tube was a silver needle.
The scales of the tiger dragon are the scales of the dragon, which are the strongest things in the world. This silver needle stabbed the dragon scale hard and not only did it not bend or break, it even bounced off without losing its force and fell into the sea. It just spun around and immediately stabbed another scale.
Repeatedly, in the blink of an eye, it went back and forth, stabbing several scales a hundred times.
This little needle seems to have its own consciousness and its own tactics.
After its unrelenting attacks again and again, a small cut was finally made on one of Peng Daxing's scales.
But it didn't have much effect. Peng Daxing remained unaware, only curious about what this gadget, which was even thinner than a shrimp's tentacles, was doing.
Peng Mian had already seen that this thing was an immortal treasure, and reminded: "Peng Daxing, this is a needle, an embroidery needle."
Pengmian blew a few breaths of fairy air and tried to catch it, but it nimbly dodged it.
The little needle couldn't attack hard and changed its strategy. It was like a small mosquito, flying around Peng Daxing, getting faster and faster.
Peng Daxing was shaking his head and tail at first, trying to dodge, but then he simply ignored it and kept a close eye on the owner of the little needle - Li Huajuan.
It was already a little bored and wanted to capture the thief first.
He opened his mouth wide and was ready to go, wanting to swallow this female doll in one gulp.
Peng Daxing, who had never eaten a human before, was still wondering how human flesh tasted when he suddenly felt a slight pain at the corner of his mouth.
The little needle finally found a breakthrough, and it began to pierce the scaleless parts of Peng Daxing's body, including its lips, whiskers, and eyes.
Pengmian felt that she had been bitten by a mosquito, one bite, two bites, three bites...
A wound that is invisible to the naked eye does not have much lethality, but what about a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand?
Within a moment, the parts of Peng Daxing's body that were not covered by scales were pricked into sieves. Peng Daxing went from a subtle pain that could not be noticed at all, to a little bit of pain, to patches of pain, to bursts of... severe pain.
Peng Daxing kept stirring his body in the sea, but there was nothing he could do. Peng Mian had no choice but to breathe out another breath of immortal energy and temporarily protect Peng Daxing's head.
"Use water as a shield." Peng Mian reminded Peng Daxing again.
Peng Daxing let out a long roar, and immediately became alert and dove into the water. Facing the vast sea, the little needle had nowhere to start, so he had to turn around and attack Peng Mian.
But Pengmian is a water armor, and the so-called water armor is a clam shell.
Pengmian retracted his eyes and long tongue, closed his carapace, and there was no way for the needle to drop.
Innate water armor, invulnerable to invulnerability, water and fire.
What's more, he is still an eight-hundred-year-old human immortal. Without the power of a true immortal and the magical weapons, no one can hurt him in the slightest.
Peng Mian was fighting with the silver needle when Peng Daxing suddenly jumped out of the sea and took a bite out of Li Huajuan who had been watching the battle nervously.
Li Huajuan was also flexible and dodged slightly, but was still scraped by Peng Daxing's sharp teeth, which scratched his coat and exposed the small clothes underneath.
Li Huajuan knew that there were countless people behind her watching the battle. She blushed to the root of her neck and soon became angry. She didn't care about the pain in her skin or the disheveled clothes. She held the clarinet tightly with her backhand and waved it towards the sky.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Three more points of silver light flew out from the black tube in a triangular formation and stopped in front of Li Huajuan.
"Kill! Kill quickly!"
Peng Daxing missed with one blow, and then hit again. The needle in front of Pengmian was no longer entangled at this moment, and turned sharply towards Peng Daxing.
pincer attack.
Pengmian felt bad, but he couldn't catch up with Yin Zhen's speed, so he had to shout: "Peng Daxing, retreat quickly!"
Peng Daxing was covered in blood at the moment. Although he was not seriously injured, it added a bit of ferocity. He did not hide or look back. He just rolled up a pool of sea water and wrapped himself in it.
It already has a way to deal with it.
Your magical weapon can enter the water, but it cannot break it.
Master Xie Qiao has long told the world that water is the most perfect shield.
Wrapped in a water shield, Peng Daxing pounced on Li Huajuan again.
"It's so good to die." Li Huajian remained motionless, gritting his teeth and uttering two words from his mouth.
Peng Daxing made the sky roar, determined to win, and bit down with a bloody mouth.
But the thing it bit was not Li Huajuan, but two needles.
Two needles as thin as hair were inserted into Peng Daxing's mouth.
Peng Daxing felt a little uncomfortable and stopped his offensive.
The small needle was originally as thin as a hair, but suddenly it expanded countless times and turned into two huge needles.
Like two big wedges, they were forcefully nailed into Peng Daxing's mouth.
Peng Daxing went from pain to no pain, to pain to the point of losing all feeling.
He couldn't feel his upper and lower jaws, and he even felt like his tail was missing.
The silver needle that was shot first turned into a big fishhook, hooking Peng Daxing's dragon tail and pulling it firmly in place.
The two needles in his mouth were still swelling, slowly filling Peng Daxing's mouth.
The last tiny needle, like a hair, floated slowly into Peng Daxing's mouth.
Peng Daxing let out a strange cry, and then exploded like a ripe watermelon.
With tendons and skin, with meat and bones.
The small needle that entered Peng Daxing's body turned into a steel bone and penetrated Peng Daxing's slender dragon body. It split into countless smaller needles in Peng Daxing's body. Separate and combine again, tearing apart, cutting off, and smashing Peng Daxing.
All of this happened almost in an instant, even before Pengmian had time to shout, and before Li Huajian could retract his waving hand.
In the blood mist, the thousand-year-old tiger dragon was shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of minced meat and fish food.
"What a powerful 'fish-killing needle'."
Fu Wang Li Qi flew down from the big ship, threw a quilt and draped it on Li Huajuan, who was covered in blood.
"Where is the secretary? Remember, in the year 1143 of the New Calendar, Li Huajuan, the daughter of Qi Wang Li Shu, the fourth son of the Xia Ya Kingdom, killed a thousand-year-old tiger dragon at the Zhuohai Sea Prison."
Suddenly the shouts shook the sky.
Li Huajuan lost all strength and collapsed to the side, the pig-faced fang mask hanging low.
An imperceptible drop of pearly tear, glistening, slipped from the cheek under the mask.
