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It's a pity that even with the blessing of the spell, Yang Zhao couldn't get rid of the pursuit of the Flood Dragon Spear.

From time to time, the back of her head would feel cold, and the next moment, water dragons and ice arrows would be thrown down by the dragon gun to attack her. This time, the frequency of human shells was much less.

Those people in the sky who can stop it will block it for a while, and those who can't stop it can only let Yang Zhao ask for blessings.

Faced with such a critical moment, her intuition lights up frequently, and she always warns in advance at critical moments, buying a little time for her to escape.

After fleeing in coordination like this for a while, the Flood Dragon Spear found that under its attack, Yang Zhao had nothing to do, and was still jumping left and right below like a monkey, not even seeing a trace of blood.

This made the Flood Dragon Spear even more irritable, and the entire body of the Flood Dragon doubled in an instant, and those behind who had no time to dodge were directly thrown out!

Seeing it go berserk, the people in front immediately stepped up their attacks, trying to trap it temporarily.

It's a pity that this dragon-chasing gun didn't care about it, and it turned back into a big gun and shot it down from the sky despite the attacks of magic weapons and spells.

"Flash!!!"

Yang Zhao couldn't even move his legs for an instant, and was carried by inertia and fell to the ground.

She struggled and turned over, her eyes fixed on the big gun, and her two fingers reached between her eyebrows.

"Subtle Vacuum, Divine Night Zhao Gong, Lei Lai!"

A thick bolt of lightning struck the spear in an instant, and the dragon spear fell down.

This lightning not only smashed down the dragon spear, but the power of thunder and lightning spread in the sea, and even affected other people.

Although there was an air layer made by water droplets as a barrier, Yang Zhao still felt that she had received an electric shock. She was trembling all over and was in extreme pain.

But there is also an advantage in this way, her legs can move in an instant.

When she got up from the ground, she saw that the dragon spear also jumped on the ground, recovered its body, and roared loudly.

"Liu Zhengxia!!!"

"I'm not Liu Zhengxia, are you blind? You can't tell that I'm a woman!!!"

After yelling at the Jiaolong gun, Yang Zhao turned around and ran forward without daring to look back.

She only had three lightning bolts in total, and she didn't dare to bet that these three lightning bolts could kill Flood Dragon Spear together.

She wanted to save the remaining two mines to save her life at a critical moment, so she could only continue to run away.

The people in the sky woke up from the impact of the thunder and lightning, and huffed and surrounded the dragon gun that had just been able to swim.

They are not the main targets of Thunder and Lightning, and their cultivation base is much higher than Yang Zhao's, and their recovery speed is also much faster than Yang Zhao's.

The Flood Dragon Spear glared at the people standing in front of it.

"Get out of here!"

"Jiaolongqiang, if you choose one of us as the master, we will naturally break up!"

"Hmph! Wishful thinking!"

The two sides didn't agree with each other, and they fought together again. This time, each strike was more ruthless than the other.

Yang Zhao's worry was correct. Although the Dragon Spear was hit by a thunderbolt, its fighting power was still strong. The 20 or so monks couldn't hold it down, and it gained the upper hand during the fight.

Before she ran far, she was affected by the battle group. For a while, all kinds of spells and magic weapons were flying around, as if she had encountered intensive air raids, and no place was safe.

Yang Zhao could only jump up and down, dodging accidental or deliberate attacks, and slowed down a little.

The Flood Dragon Spear lowered a little, seized this opportunity, thrust forward, and drew its tail onto Yang Zhao's body.

Although Yang Zhao tried her best to lie on the ground, trying to hide, but she couldn't do it, she didn't completely dodge the attack of the tail, she only wiped one side of the tail, and rolled a long distance like a ball.

Now Yang Zhao was covered in mud, bruised and dripping with blood.

The stone jar at her waist was also broken, and the little octopus in it swam out of the jar, and hurriedly grabbed onto her clothes to prevent it from getting lost by itself.

Yang Zhao lay on the ground, took two deep breaths tremblingly, got up again and continued to run.

Even if she had enough spiritual energy, her speed this time was much slower than before.

The pain was affecting her physical strength and willpower, and she even wanted to lie there for a moment.

But her strong desire to survive urged her to continue running, and every step she took was a nostalgia for life.

Suddenly, a water dragon rushed over. Although Yang Zhao tried his best to avoid it, he let the water dragon brush his shoulders. The power of the water dragon made her stagger. In an instant, half of her body went numb, as if she had lost consciousness.

Yang Zhao gritted his teeth, and continued to run towards the destination in his heart regardless.

The surrounding scenery became more and more familiar, and she could already vaguely see the entrance of the secret passage.

Hope was right in front of her eyes, but before she could be happy, Flood Dragon Spear caught another opening and gave her a tail.

This time she was directly thrown out. When she hit the ground, she felt her head was stiff and her chest had abnormal pain. It seemed that her ribs were broken.

Yang Zhao struggled to raise his head, and found that he had reached the entrance of the secret passage.

Enduring the pain, she shouted in Chinese.

"Master, master help! Master, please save Yang Zhao's life!"