Chapter 242: The Dragon-Slaying Saber is Overwhelming!
Chapter 242 The dragon-slaying sword shines through, making the monsters tremble with fear!
The Dragon Palace was suspended in mid-air, the surging vitality around it turned into the deep sea, and the clouds turned into sea water.
The undercurrent surged in the deep sea, seeming to block all enemies. Only the dragon palace shone brightly, and the dragon shadows moved in the dragon palace. The surging dragon power was best like a blazing beacon smoke, and the mist continued to rise, even rushing into the dragon palace.
It left the Dragon Palace, broke through the deep sea, and then suspended in the sky.
It is both majestic and magnificent, and the bloody mist in the sky reflects the dazzling brilliance...
After the Tai Chong Token was shattered, a magical power was activated in it, reflecting the reflection of the real Tai Chong Dragon Lord.
The Taichong Sea is extremely vast, even wider than the Sifang Sea, and the same is true for the Dragon Palace.
When the Taichong Dragon Palace appeared in the void, unimaginable aura filled the heaven and earth, cutting off everything.
The pressure from the superior beings made the surrounding air extremely viscous.
When Zhao Ye walked among them, he felt as if he was being pulled by the strong vitality, walking extremely slowly.
Ying Xuanguang, the eldest prince of Taichonghai, has fled into Taichong Dragon Palace.
The dragon pillar collapsed, and the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang fell to the dry earth.
The Taichu Dragon Palace is here, and its pressure suddenly appears. Without Dragon Lord to show mercy, how can a mere Yuanshen monk who has just stepped into Zhaoxing step into the Dragon Palace?
For a moment, a thick righteous energy lingered around the road police, and the terrifying dragon pressure was impacted by the awe-inspiring energy, and suddenly collapsed.
Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu saw an astonishing scene.
Tai Chong Longjun, who had closed his eyes to concentrate, suddenly opened his eyes.
But just at this moment...
"Even if this blood sacrifice formation is dismantled, will the creatures in the river be better off? Under the severe drought, the sun is shining brightly, the vegetation is rotting, and the wind and rain are not coming. What can you do?"
Lu Jing spoke slowly.
Lu Jing grasped the handle of the Breathing Wind Knife tightly and pulled out the long knife.
In the Taichong Dragon Palace, a Lake and Sea Dragon King shouted angrily.
The voice of Taichong Dragon Lord came slowly, exploding from the deep sea, and the violent dragon power almost reached an extreme.
Lu Jing's body... suddenly flashed a ray of light.
He came to Ying Xuanguang's side and raised the wind-calling knife, but he vaguely sensed two eyes falling on him from an extremely far distance.
Lu Jing held the pen in his hand, and the tip of the pen landed on the straw paper.
He suddenly flicked his sleeves, and the Yunkong pattern on his arm shone with a burst of light.
Lu Jing's eyes were serious and his body was filled with golden light.
There are countless people in the world who reflect the Yuanxing.
As he started writing, the sword energy, vitality, thunder, wind and rain in his body that had been suppressed by the dragon's pressure all rose up in the blink of an eye.
Lu Jing reached out and picked up the pen from the void.
Lu Jing just rode Zhaoye like this, stopping in the deep sea and staring at the Dragon Palace in the distance.
At this moment, when the Taichong Token reflects the shadow of the Dragon Palace, reflects the pressure of the Dragon Lord, and coupled with the majesty of hundreds of dragons, Lu Jing seems to be unable to move even an inch.
He couldn't help but softly recite the four lines written by Lu Jing on the papyrus paper!
"Singing songs to crush the palace of demons and monsters, stirring up the five seas in joy."
"You are obviously standing on a high place, but because of those dirty and despicable creatures, you have enmity with the dragon clan. Today, you reflected the Dragon Slaying Platform, and even attracted the attention of the Dragon of Luolong Island, and aroused the murderous thoughts of the dragons in the world..."
A look of horror flashed in his eyes...
He just lowered his head and looked at the Wind-Calling Sword and Rain-Calling Sword on his waist.
He knew that, and he was also afraid that Lu Jing would also leave Taixuanjing.
"The so-called noble true dragons are just a group of monsters and sprites that dwell in the deep sea, swallow the spirits of heaven and earth, and do evil things. They should not be called noble and are no different from ghosts."
Taichong Longjun did not look at Ying Xuanguang. His dragon beard was floating in the shadow of the Dragon Palace and asked: "Blood sacrifice has become a trend, do you think only dragons are doing blood sacrifice?"
You destroyed the Dragon Pan Formation today, but there are still thousands of places for blood sacrifices in the world, and you cannot destroy all the blood sacrifice formations."
The eldest prince Ying Xuanguang also flashed a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
"With the reflection of the Dragon Palace, there are the Dragon Lord, the Dragon General, and the Dragon King's phantom here. All I need to do is wait for me to recover my cultivation, and I only need to channel the power of many blood sacrifices... It is Lu Jing who reflects Gou Chen Yuanxing, and who reflects the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
What can be done?”
Compared with him, the gap between me and him is getting wider and wider...
But the piece of papyrus in front of Lu Jing's eyes had flown deeper into the deep sea of vitality and into the Dragon Palace.
A gaze came from the sky, from the Dragon-Slaying Platform. There was a look in that gaze, and there was appreciation.
Immediately, their eyes narrowed slightly, and Luo Shubai, who was caressing the seven-foot jade tool, couldn't help but take a step forward and grasp the hilt of the seven-foot jade tool at his waist.
Click!
The scene of the river and the Dragon Palace appeared in Lu Jing's mind, and he thought of the white bones. He looked directly at Ying Xuanguang: "The so-called heavenly dragons occupy the dark places of the deep sea, but they compare themselves to noble spirits and perform blood sacrifices. This is different from the demons and monsters.
What’s the difference?”
The seven-foot jade tools are contending and are about to be unsheathed, and the beautiful water will turn into flowing light and head towards Lu Jing.
When the dragon's head falls to the ground, the wind-calling knife returns to its sheath.
Luo Shubai, who was hundreds of miles away, frowned slightly.
But he just flicked his fingers, and the Thunder Dragon Slaying Platform fell to the ground.
Qian Qiushui, the light on the seven-foot jade instrument immediately dissipated, becoming more and more peaceful.
"You guys, these evil monsters, also want to stop me from writing?"
Just like the sword energy rising up into a tornado, it stirred up the five seas.
Wisps of thunderous starlight fell straight down, which contained the struggle between heaven and earth, and contained the laws of the universe, and fell straight on Mr. Lu Jing in front of him.
The rain-calling sword beside his shoulder was making a roaring sound.
"The sword spirit has become a king and you can go and kill real dragons wherever there are real dragons. Mr. Lu Jing...want to kill all the real dragons in the world?"
Just when the two of them were communicating with each other, when Lu Jing was about to put pen to paper!
Zhao Ye had stopped and Lu Jingyuan looked at Taichong Hailong Palace, the many dragons in the Dragon Palace and the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang.
"This is a dragon-slaying poem!"
And on the shadow of Taichong Dragon Palace, the sword energy swept across, the golden law thunder crashed down, the stars in the sky blessed Lu Jing, and the frenzied vitality condensed in an instant and burst out.
Luo Shubai chanted softly, but his breath gradually became thicker.
The holding pen fell into Lu Jing's hand, and the pen was stained with ink!
Lu Jing heard Taichong Longjun's question, but did not answer.
The thunderous dragon-slaying platform behind Lu Jing was still shining brightly.
"The sword spirit has become the king and goes away. Kill the real dragon wherever there is a real dragon!"
Dragon gazes flew out of the Dragon Palace and landed on Lu Jing, their eyes filled with sneers.
Even when it comes to the vastness of the world, he is still at the top.
Zhao Ye stepped into the collapsing Dragon Palace with his head held high.
The insignificant Lu Jing killed a hundred-foot-long true dragon today.
"It's really one of the Nine Yuan Stars...Gou Chen!"
Righteousness is like a rainbow!
Poisonous drugs and evil spirits cannot invade the body, and evil spirits and spies will retreat when they see it.
The pressure of countless entrenched real dragons instantly became dimmed under the awe-inspiring aura of the papyrus poems.
"Lu Jing, calligraphy and painting are just small ways. Long Jun never asked you to paint, so how could you put pen to paper?"
Luo Shubai sincerely praised him.
The golden thunder of law, controlled by the thunder-controlling magical power, burst out into thunder snakes and dripped thunder slurry.
Ying Xuanguang's huge dragon body tightly wrapped around the dragon pillar, and deep in the vast dragon palace, when the shadows gradually receded, apart from the huge body of Taichong Dragon Lord, real dragons appeared again.
traces.
The frantic pressure became more and more terrifying. From the central Taichong Dragon Lord, the chaotic and terrifying power stood around Lu Jing like a thousand tents and a ravine.
In an instant, Lu Jing had a piece of straw paper in front of his eyes, with pen and ink floating next to it.
But... in just over a year, the ordinary boy in the past grew into a towering tree.
Nan Heyu on the side also reacted instantly.
The young swordsman genius of Yuxing Island gave the seven-foot jade tool a very gentle look, but suddenly let go.
Even if this young Yuanshen monk reflects Yuan Xing, he reflects the Dragon Slaying Platform in the same way.
"The two masters of calligraphy and painting are the masters of swordsmanship."
In the far distance, Chi Su was catching Chen Shangu's collar and escaping. Chu Yeshan, who was staring at the treasure mirror in astonishment, clearly saw that the phantom of the magnificent Taichong Dragon Palace suddenly collapsed.
"I have long heard that Tai Xuan is the third most proud person. In fact, Mr. Lu Jing has long been worthy of the title of the fourth most proud person."
They seemed to be extremely excited and wanted to join in the dragon-slaying event.
Lu Jing flicked his sleeves, clouds and rain suddenly appeared, and under the condensed vitality, a Bodhisattva's appearance also transformed into a size of a hundred feet.
The next moment...
The horse neighed in the night, the horse's body no longer trembled, and its eyes flashed with excitement.
"The sword rises from the true dragon's nest in the deep sea, and the mysterious fire and thunder are written in the sunset."
However, Ying Xuanguang's eyes passed through the Dragon Palace gate, which was a hundred feet high, and fell directly on Lu Jing. They were full of evil aura and murderous thoughts.
Luo Shubai rubbed the seven-foot jade ornament on his waist, his eyes focused on Lu Jing seriously.
Singing songs to crush the monster palace, stirring up the five seas in joy!
It was as if a god had set foot and trampled the Dragon Palace to pieces.
Nan Heyu nodded lightly.
And up there, Taichong Longjun had already opened his eyes, staring at the landing scene...
"Since it's you again, why don't you enter my Taichong Dragon Palace?"
In the Tai Chong Dragon Palace, a more vast coercion bloomed from it.
"Let's go!"
"Crossing a thousand miles with a sword in the air, the wind and rain are rolling, and the thunder is loud."
On that piece of paper... the sword energy surged and thunder roared!
"After the spiritual tide, I never shed any blood again."
Ying Xuanguang's mind was flowing, and the terrifying dragon pressure in the Dragon Palace made Ying Xuanguang feel much more at peace.
Lu Jing still held the Breathing Wind Knife in his hand. When Zhaoye stopped, Lu Jing caught Ying Xuanguang's mocking gaze.
"Hold your heart!"
Luo Shubai reacted, but did not turn his head to look at Nan Heyu.
The eldest prince Ying Xuanguang gasped frantically.
The famous sword Qian Xiushui suspended next to Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai's seven-foot jade instrument seemed to sense Lu Jing's grand ambition. For a moment, these two famous swords, which were passed down to the world, continued to tremble and emit sword sounds.
But when those thunder snakes and thunder plasma collided with the unimaginable dragon pressure in the void, they instantly turned into thick smoke and dissipated.
Nan Heyu's eyes flashed with light, then dimmed again.
Nan Heyu had also arrived in a hurry. When she saw the deep sea of vitality in the void in the distance, saw the glorious Dragon Palace, and saw Lu Jing riding on a white horse, his face was pale but as if he was a divine jade, his eyes were
There was a slight flash of confusion.
So, Lu Jing raised his head and waved his hand gently, and the majestic Taichong Longjun's voice disappeared.
Lu Jing snorted coldly, and the aura of aura burst into light and turned into a tornado. The terrifying dragon pressure suddenly became much lighter.
The long wind blew through Lu Jing's black clothes...
Lu Jing touched Zhao Ye's horse's mane and asked in a low voice: "Have you ever drank dragon blood or chewed dragon meat?"
"The reflection of the Taichong Dragon Palace is too majestic, and the pressure of the dragon attribute is too strong. Mr. Lu Jing should not attack forcefully, lest he hurt himself."
Now that she's looking up at the sky.
Luo Shubai glanced at Nan Heyu, and his spirit reminded Lu Jing.
This Taixuanjing proud name is unlucky."
Another gaze seemed to come from a vast ocean. This gaze was old and old, but filled with murderous thoughts.
The eldest prince Ying Xuanguang sneered and was about to speak.
The pressure from the bloodline personality made it breathless and made it stay in the deep sea of vitality, unable to move forward.
The eyes of those real dragons were filled with cold light, and they were entrenched in the depths of the Dragon Palace. A constant coercion burst out from the Dragon Palace, and the deep dragon chants seemed to be performing some kind of grand tribute, praising the dragons in the world.
I am also praising the Taichong Dragon Lord in the Taichong sea.
"Slay a real dragon where there is a real dragon?"
She still remembers the picture of the dragon's head in the clouds and mist that Lu Jing drew earlier in the Shihua Pavilion.
Lu Jing's body still had a majestic aura shining through the world, and he ignored the two glances.
The deep sea of vitality that was originally frozen by the pressure of Taichong Dragon Lord and hundreds of true dragons suddenly stirred up violent waves.
Luo Shubai, who was watching this scene, suddenly brightened his eyes and asked Nan Heyu on the side: "I heard that Mr. Lu Jing's calligraphy and ink are extraordinary. He can even brew strange phenomena in his calligraphy and painting, and even kill evil spirits?"
The Dragon Lord of Taichong lowered his head, and the light bursting out from his eyes was magnificent and sacred, extremely noble.
The clouds and mist locked Lu Jing's body, making it impossible for Lu Jing to write.
Ying Xuanguang is confident.
Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu's spiritual thoughts fell into their eyes, and they looked straight at the words on the papyrus paper.
His wild and wild cursive writing appears again, every stroke is wild and wild, but it has the courage to stir the deep sea and reach the sky!
The wind-calling knife fell, and the Taichonghai Prince, who had a seventh-level divine appearance and reflected the heavenly dragon, was beheaded, and the dragon's blood burst out like a flood.
Luo Shubai lowered his head and looked at the seven-foot jade tool at his waist. His right hand was still on the hilt of the seven-foot jade tool.
boom!
In the Dragon Palace, dragon roars were heard everywhere, accompanied by hundreds of real dragons laughing.
He picked up Ying Xuanguang's dragon head and placed it on the dragon-slaying trough.
The face of the eldest prince on the dragon pillar changed.
Nan Heyu on the side suddenly said: "Dafu San was so proud that the man in white with the sword had already left Taixuanjing and was unwilling to step into Taixuanjing.
Wherever his eyes passed, even the sea water formed by vitality was frozen, and the outside of the Dragon Palace became a piece of solid ice.
I still remember that not long ago, Nan Heyu went to the Lu family on Changning Street, hid behind the central hall of the Champs Elysees Water Pavilion, and secretly watched Lu Jing. He was still thinking about how to break off the engagement so as not to hurt this ordinary young man.
In his mind, the bright green ball of life that represents the righteousness like a rainbow shines brightly.
The heaven and earth have righteousness, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds!
Just for a moment, a burst of aura flashed across Lu Jing's body.
Vaguely, the divine fire in her body dimmed, and a star hung high, as if the thousands of stars outside the clouds and mist had become dim.
Zhaoye's body trembled, and waves of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Traveling to the realm of shining stars, the road to calling for wind and rain is already... not that far away.
Taichong Longjun is so powerful!
Lu Jing shook his head: "I only kill monsters. If this monster is a dragon, I will kill it even if it is a heavenly dragon. This will not only cultivate the fearless sword spirit in my heart, but also nourish the light and thunder."
He was also entrenched on a dragon pillar, and the blood dripping from his body dripped down, dyeing the dragon pillar red.
"The pressure of Tianlong?"
Ying Xuanguang opened his eyes wide and was about to speak.
Lu Jing suddenly turned his head and shook his head gently.
"It won't take long for a truly powerful dragon from the vast world to come to the middle of the river. Lu Jing, you won't be able to survive for long!"
"You are so brave compared to the demons when you are in front of Tianlong."
This writing brush is old and the body of the pen has faded, but the two extremely rigid characters on the tip of the pen are still clear.
The dragon-slaying sword shines through, making the monsters feel terrified!
Today Lu Jing wrote a dragon-slaying poem and slayed the real dragon on the dragon-slaying platform with thunder...
From then on, everyone in the world of dragons knew that the soul of Lu Jing, who was reflected by the Dragon Slaying Platform, reflected Gou Chen Yuanxing. Although it only reflected one star, if a true dragon below the eighth level of the seventh realm went to look for him, he would have to lose one.
The head is under his sword!
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