In front of Zhuo Bufan, a translucent arc barrier condensed, and an arrow-like talisman shot on it, splashing out dazzling fireworks.

Zhuo Bufan's vision penetrated the true energy barrier and stared at the Taoist Lord standing in the air in the distance.

Talismans hit the True Yuan barrier one after another, making a sound of metal and iron collision.

Zhuo Bufan pulled out the Ice Emperor Rain Sword behind him, and a very sharp aura faintly exuded on the sword body. When he waved the sword blade, a sharp and hazy blade cut through the air in an instant, presenting a light golden light tangent to Daojun.

Wherever the sword light passed, the talisman that was shot from burst into pieces was cut into two pieces, and in an instant it had arrived in front of the Taoist Lord.

Before the sharp sword light arrived, the violent air flow carried by Dao Jun blows his long black hair backwards, but there is no emotional fluctuation on Dao Jun's face, and he does not hide or avoid it.

Zhuo Bufan's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his black pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that the sharp sword blade that had arrived in front of the Taoist Lord suddenly stagnated for a moment. Sometimes the battle between masters was often a moment, and the final outcome would be determined.

Daojun's calm face finally appeared in this moment a light smile. He immediately raised an arm, pressed his middle finger with his thumb, and gently bounced the blade.

The originally sharp blade trembled suddenly, turning into a twisted light golden dust smoke, which disappeared directly into the air.

"Zhuo Bufan, show your true strength and don't let me down." Daojun opened his mouth and a faint voice echoed over the entire square.

Zhuo Bufan's pupils had a strong fighting spirit surged. He grinded his steel teeth and smiled, "Daojun, you must not let me down."

When the sound fell, under Zhuo Bufan's skin, strange blood mists began to squirm. In just a few breaths, the skin was covered by scarlet and dark obscure runes. Blood mists rose faintly on both sides of his palms, arms, neck, and even on both sides of his cheeks, and an extremely fierce aura immediately swept across.

A scarlet air flowed over the body, and the rising blood covered the entire body like a burning flame.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the old ancestor dragons standing in front of the Ancestral Dragon Palace, the four dragon clan leaders, and many dragon clan leaders, all had extremely subtle emotional fluctuations, and a slightly horrified look also quietly climbed onto their faces.

"This, is this Shura body?" The Lord of Qingyi Realm said in a little surprised.

"It is rumored that the Lord of the Shura Realm of the Star Alliance once hunted and killed a cub of the cosmic holy beast "Bai" and cultivated the Shura body... Unexpectedly, the Shadow Killing King actually obtained this kind of inheritance..." The leader of the Golden Dragon said with a frown.

"Although the Shura body is powerful, it will erode people's minds. Didn't the Shura Realm Lord also become a demon because of his cultivation and killing innocent people everywhere. In the end, he could only saints come forward and spent a lot of effort to suppress him."

The old man Zulong said, "You can feel it carefully. His fierce aura also has the aura of my dragon clan."

Upon hearing this, the four dragon clan leaders and many dragon clan leaders were stunned for a moment, and then carefully felt the faces again. Sure enough, they felt some dragon energy aura in the rich and amazing ferocious aura.

"Did he absorbed the dragon's aura and fused together?" The Qingyi Realm Master widened his eyes. Even though his mind was so calm that he could not hide his surprise at this moment.

The Dragon Clan is one of the most powerful tribes in the universe. It is born to be favored by the heavens and has powerful power when it is born. However, even if practitioners of other tribes obtain dragon essence and dragon blood, they can only temper their bodies and improve their cultivation. Without the blood of the Dragon Clan, they will definitely not be able to absorb dragon essence.

However, Zhuo Bufan completely broke their cognition and actually absorbed the fusion of Long Yuan and the evil energy in his body, forming a new force.

All of this is attributed to the domineering behavior of Xinghuang Yanyutu, which devours and fuses everything.

The old man Zulong's eyes fell on the black figure in the air in the square. At this moment, a strange wave appeared on his face like an ancient well, but it flashed and returned to his usual color again.

"Have you shown your true skills?" Daojun looked at Zhuo Bufan, who was wrapped in scarlet flames, and his lips slightly raised upward curves. Then he waved his sleeves gently, and the talismans were vented like a flood, and millions of talismans poured out, almost sweeping across the entire square.

The geniuses of all races watching the battle around the square also widened their eyes and their throats were dry and their throats were staring at the two people in the air. Whether it was the "Dragon Evil Asura Body" used by Zhuo Bufan, or the overwhelming talismans and magic of Taoist Lord, they deeply shocked the hearts of many people.

In the Qinglong Clan camp, Zhang Su looked up at the sky and vented countless talismans. He couldn't help but clench his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "Dao Jun, is this another move?"

The Blast Flame King in the Red Dragon Clan also had his pupils slightly contracted, his palms flexed into fists, and the deep pupils were reflected in the talismans flashing with lightning in the sky, with a hint of palpitations.

The two of them were defeated by Daojun's move.

Hulala... Hulalala...

The hundreds of millions of talismans that were released were gathering like rivers, with electric arcs and lightning raging in them, and almost instantly condensed into three huge talisman pythons, making a roar that shook the sky, ferocious and terrifying.

Suddenly, the three talismans condensed with rage pythons twisted their huge body and rushed towards Zhuo Bufan. The arc of lightning and fire swept through, and a violent aura filled the space.

"Dark Sword of Smoky Rain!"

Zhuo Bufan's sword eyebrows frowned. As the sword light danced, the gorgeous sword light like raindrops fell down. The misty rain gave people a feeling of intoxication and dreaminess. The soft sword light fell down and did not disappear immediately, but instead wrapped around the space around it like silk.

The angry python seemed to be wrapped around by a sword, and the body that was originally twisting wildly showed a sluggish state.

Daojun smiled slightly, waved his palm again, and three purple talismans were like three purple arrows, instantly absorbing the heads of the three angry pythons. For a moment, the purple thunder covered the three angry pythons, and the purple electric arc melted the sword silk, broke the constraints, and rushed towards Zhuo Bufan again.

A purple python was rushing like a torrent pouring in. Zhuo Bufan slashed with a sword light, and then his figure rushed to the side, staggering the attack range of the python.

The head of the angry python condensed by tens of millions of talismans was immediately cut out by a huge wound by the sword light, but in an instant it was filled with the talismans surging on the body. Then the angry python hit the barrier arranged by the old man Zulong, causing ripples of light to ripples on the light golden barrier.

This fighting state made everyone frightened, but Zhuo Bufan was in a somewhat embarrassed posture under the siege of three angry pythons, and obviously fell into a disadvantage.

"Die it, it's best to die at the hands of Taoist Lord now." In the square, a very resentful gaze stared at Zhuo Bufan, who was chased by the angry python, and murmured.
Chapter completed!