Mortal Bone: Practice Makes Perfect, Hard Grinding to Become a Martial Saint
Chapter 1087

Bai Ling

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The scorching heat waves warped the air, and the stench of sulfur and burning filled the atmosphere.

Across the land, magma surged like rivers. A colossal lava dragon, mountain-sized and shaped like a giant lizard, covered head to toe in crimson crystalline armor and bearing a pair of magma wings on its back, let out an earth-shaking roar. The torrent of flames it spewed from its jaws was enough to melt gold and iron.

Yet at this moment, this Heaven Penetrating Level beast, once so ferocious and imposing, looked utterly wretched.

Boom!

A sword light as icy blue as a frigid waterfall cascading from the nine heavens struck precisely at the base of its left magma wing. Extreme cold collided violently with blazing magma, erupting into vast clouds of steaming white vapor. Its crystal armor shattered, and a section of its dragon wing snapped off with a crack.

Almost simultaneously, a slender Sword Qi that seemed capable of slicing through space swept past without a sound, leaving a bone-deep wound in its heavy neck armor. Dark-red molten blood gushed forth like a fountain.

Roar!

The Lava Mountain Dragon, crazed with pain and fury, frantically beat its remaining wings, whipping up a rain of flames that could burn the heavens. Its massive body shot skyward, intending to crush its enemies with the force of Mount Tai bearing down.

"Suppress!"

A deep shout rang out like the decree of a mountain.

The phantom of True Lord Qianshan's black heavy sword materialized out of thin air and slammed down upon the Lava Mountain Dragon's raised head. The terrifying weight forced its head sharply downward, and its enormous body crashed back into the ground. The earth split apart, throwing up boundless tidal waves of flame.

"Now!"

Fang Mo, who had been waiting for this

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