Chapter 250 Three million sword energy flew up, disturbing Zhou Tianhan

"Old Long, are you here to die?"

Lu Jing's voice was like thunder, exploding all over the world.

In Dragon Burial City, the sound waves turned into ripples, scattered in all directions, and rolled up heavy clouds and mist.

The disabled old dragon fell into Dragon Burial City tens of miles ahead of hundreds of dragons.

Lu Jing's cheeks were slightly red from drinking, but he dared to ride on horseback and scold the real dragon!

There was no fear in his clear voice, and the wind-calling sword and rain-calling sword on his waist were constantly vibrating, and he was full of murderous intent.

The disabled old dragon had just come through the clouds and mist when he heard Lu Jing yelling angrily, and a wave of dragon power instantly filled the Dragon Burial City.

The air waves like the sea surged forward, and an ancient divine appearance appeared behind the disabled old dragon. The divine appearance was heavy and glowing, making the energy and blood around him become more surging.

Outside Dragon Burial City, seven hundred dragons came overwhelmingly. The clouds and mist in the distance covered the sky and the sun. One after another, real dragons and dragons were entrenched in the clouds and mist, which was extremely terrifying.

"Lu Jing dares to reflect on the Dragon-Slaying Platform. He is a powerful enemy of dragons in the world. Kill him!"

There was a sound of dragon roar, and the mighty dragon roared wildly. For a moment, magical power, energy and blood enveloped the place hundreds of miles away from Dragon Burial City.

This scene is so amazing.

He turned his head with difficulty and saw a Kunpeng swimming through the clouds. With a big mouthful, the old dragon with a disabled foot was suddenly enveloped in darkness.

Luoshu Bai's seven-foot jade utensils circulated up and down, dividing these hundreds of dragons.

The dragon's blood mist fills the air.

The wind and rain that were originally scattered in Dragon Burial City also turned into supernatural powers in an instant. Every ray of wind and rain was like a sword, and the sword energy fell straight down.

Dragon blood spilled.

The golden light rushed into the formation, shattering the vast energy and blood in the blink of an eye.

And outside Dragon Burial City.

The old dragon with the crippled foot was originally looking down indifferently, but the dragon's feet were running mystical skills, hoping to crush Lu Jing in the blink of an eye, and then devour him to prolong his life.

The seven-star sword never recognized Lu Jing as its master, the second-grade sword has its own spirit!

"Old Long, this is...the second great gift!"

Lu Jing was still drunk, and with a snap of his fingers, awe-inspiring aura filled the void.

And this kind of thing only lasts a moment!

boom!

There was an explosion.

There is an awe-inspiring aura brewing in the body... This is the atmosphere of a great Confucian!

Great Confucian poetry echoes the heaven and earth, coupled with the dragon-slaying platform and Lu Jing's light-supporting sword energy, even an old dragon with a crippled foot would not want to collide head-on.

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Xu Xingzhi's evil sword made a sound, as if it was suppressed by the awe-inspiring righteousness. But then, Xu Xingzhi sheathed the sword and smashed a dragon head with a pair of iron fists!

At this moment, dozens of strong men who came to kill the dragon were either running on the earth or wandering in the sky.

Supernatural powers swept across the sky, huge rocks fell from the sky, strong winds exploded, and magical powers caught the dragon.

Lu Jing pointed in the void, and an image of a piece of papyrus suddenly appeared. On the papyrus was drawn a... mythical beast!

The phantom of the papyrus appeared suddenly and disappeared in an instant.

The sky became hazy, as if the heaven and earth were covered by one foot of this crippled old dragon.

His thoughts were not lost.

Everyone saw Lu Jing's poem.

"Donor Lu Jing killed the dragon on the bank of the Yuanxia River and returned justice to the dead people. He cannot die here!"

Kill the evil dragon!

Among the seven hundred dragons, there are as many as five in the fourth and fifth levels of the seven realms. The real dragon rolls its body, clouds and mist, and magical powers suddenly appear.

However, his dragon feet could not avoid colliding with the seven-star sword.

"The third great gift...Kunpeng!"

Just like what the real dragon said.

Lu Jing saw that Xuan Gong was about to fail, and the heaven-swallowing martial arts spirit almost swept him away, but his eyes were still drunk and hazy.

break out!

The full moon of Luolong Bow turned into a waning moon, and the seven-star sword on Luolong Bow also turned into a polar shadow and disappeared in an instant!

But when the old dragon with a broken foot collided with the seven-star sword, two colors rippled in the sky, and the world seemed to be divided into two.

"No...it's not just these top geniuses!" Qi Hanzhang looked further away.

Boom!

The void exploded, and the ferocious air waves were so powerful that the ruins of Changliu City turned into smoke and dust and dissipated in the air.

He rushed forward suddenly, and the awe-inspiring aura blooming from Lu Jing's poems and words under the golden light came out.

In a peaceful world, the sky is as cold and hot as this!"

"Now for me, Kunlun, instead of being so high and snowy, I can draw my sword from the sky and cut you into three pieces!

At this time and here, the seven-star sword was shot out by Luolong Bow, mixed with Lu Jing's sword energy, and even had the Guanghan Seal, and the two mysterious arts of borrowing yuan from the sky were here, bringing up the sky full of light, illuminating the dim sky.

Just when the crippled old dragon was flying up and down, trying to fly out of Dragon Burial City and into the clouds to avoid this sword energy.

Lu Jing's sword energy has reached an extreme level, and the brilliant sword light rises quickly. Countless sword energy fills the sky, condenses into Dongjun's great sun, and shines in all directions.

Three million sword energy flew up, causing Zhou Tian to feel chilly!

In the hazy state of drunkenness, the Falling Dragon Bow almost turned into a full moon, and a layer of innate air and blood opened the Falling Dragon Bow...

Just as he said, Kunpeng's phantom was glowing with lightning and the color of pen and ink, but it burst out with an unimaginable and unparalleled vigor, trapping the old dragon with a broken foot.

The clouds and mist in the sky seemed to be pushed aside by the gods, and the rich, surging vitality like a waterfall blessed the seven-star sword.

But in the Dragon Burial City, which was covered with rich energy and blood, a golden light suddenly flashed.

The fate of the Dragon-Slaying Warrior was also triggered at this moment, and the light from the Dragon-Slaying Platform in the sky fell on Lu Jing.

"When summer melts and rivers overflow, people may become fish and turtles. Who has ever commented on the merits and deeds of thousands of years?"

The disabled old dragon's face was gloomy, and his wanton murderous intent almost swallowed up the entire Dragon Burial City.

Even though Monk Shenxiu, Long Hair Master, Luo Shubai, and Nan Heyu are all the geniuses of the world, they... are too young after all.

In the distance, a seven-star sword was stuck in a ruins. The second-grade sword had dimmed its light, and only one of the six gems remaining on the sword was left. This shows how strong the physical body of the old dragon with broken legs is.

The old dragon with a broken foot looked indifferently, without any nonsense. As his dragon power shone and the Xuan Gong exploded, a dragon's foot fell straight into the void, and it came down just like his indifferent gaze.

Lu Jing stood under the blood, and the blazing aura was flowing in his sword-supporting light.

The various channels for the flow of Qi and blood, the places where the mysterious skills were used to kill, and even the incomplete dragon foot of the disabled old dragon, all fell into his eyes clearly.

"But it doesn't matter if you haven't been injured. There are seven hundred dragons in the world here. Even if they crush you with a frenzy of energy and blood, they can crush you to death!"

Rays of golden thunder entangled in the air and turned into a poem!

"Born from the sky, Mang Kunlun, read all the spring scenery in the world!"

The strength of the crippled old dragon was so great that after struggling for a while, the bloody luster on the twenty-eight dragon beads became dim and even about to shatter.

"That's...the Seven-Star Sword!"

The sound of the dragon's roar is so breathtaking that ordinary monks would probably have their livers and gallbladder broken.

Monk Shenxiu and the monk from Daleiyin Temple came here.

The disabled old dragon was overjoyed: "If you want to trap me...it's absolutely impossible..."

An Nijing was confused.

Wherever the sword light passed, a terrifying ravine appeared on the ground, which also brought with it the sound of the sword light flashing!

This is a boxing technique!

The explosive fist intention, coupled with the body of a real dragon that could smash mountains, pressed violently towards Lu Jing.

But when the sword energy collapsed like Kunlun, the brilliant sword energy swept over and turned into a thunder, a mighty energy, and a sword light!

The outline is reflected, the divine destiny flashes when the pen is written, and the sword energy of the supporting light pours out.

In a dry river.

He stood in front of Dragon Burial City. His back was not that tall, but he could blend in with the blazing fire.

Monk Shenxiu swung the fishing rod indifferently, and the dragon fell into the dust at this moment.

"Four juniors are here, seeking death!"

The scattered smoke and dust also ignited the fire, and the fire was like a high wall, cutting off this world.

In an instant, the seven-star sword exploded!
To be continued...