Chapter 250 Flying up three million sword qi and stirring up Zhou Tianhan
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!
Xu Xingzhi came forward with a knife in hand, but there was a shirtless young man beside him.
The chief publisher of Daleiyin Temple put on ordinary clothes, put down the Guanyin statue on his back, and with his body burning with fire, came to Dragon Burial City!
An Nijing's voice has not yet faded.
Just like a Kunlun Mountain, Lu Jing stood at the top of the mountain, the Rain Calling Sword reflected the light behind him, and three million sword energy flew up!
Lu Jing's thoughts moved slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling white light bloomed, followed by a roaring sound.
But when the Seven-Star Sword was shot at this moment, carrying a force as if a thousand-foot-high mountain suddenly fell, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the crippled old dragon.
Lin Efozi, who put his palms together, frowned.
The old dragon with a broken foot was cut into three pieces and died with his eyes open!
"Lu Jing, you were never injured!"
A bright sword light was drawn.
But Lu Jing saw another sword energy flying out, mixed with wisps of spiritual thoughts.
"Then what's on the Seven-Star Sword?"
The vitality explodes! The energy and blood explode! The magical power explodes! The mysterious power explodes!
Outside the city, the travelers lit fires and showed off while fishing for the real dragon.
In just a moment, the energy and blood in the body of the disabled old dragon seemed to condense, and his body became cold.
The crippled old dragon felt a chill in his heart.
An De relied on the sky to draw his sword and cut you into three pieces!
In that light, countless sword energy could be faintly seen spread out in all directions.
"You want to kill me with your sword energy?"
"This Lu Jing's courage is too much. Hundreds of dragons want to kill him, and an old dragon with an eighth-level appearance has also entered Dragon Burial City at this moment, but he still dares to scold him?"
Lu Jing stood with a knife in his hand, and the three channels of innate air and blood in his body were madly injected into the wind-calling knife.
Just for a moment!
The crippled old dragon kept struggling, but found that in the darkness, twenty-eight dragon balls were dimly visible, shining with blood.
Terrifying and incomparable power permeates the void, and practitioners can clearly feel it even from a very long distance away... The crippled old dragon's energy and blood burst out, the mysterious power circulates, and the martial arts spirit surges.
Mang Yi Diao Si shook his head slightly. He turned his head and vaguely saw eight hundred Xuan Bing soldiers and Yuan Qishou riding a horse.
Lu Jing stood in the sword aura, with the wind-calling sword already sheathed and the rain-calling sword raised high, looking coldly at the crippled old dragon.
Immediately afterwards, wisps of golden light condensed, and the stars in the sky also dropped thunder. Lu Jing used the laws of golden light and the thunder in the sky, and when he wrote, he felt aura of divine destiny...
Eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers sat on their horses, their breaths calm and cold.
Draw a mythical beast!
The mythical beast emerged from the clouds, hundreds of feet long, with its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun, like a roc.
The white ape laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling with light, his laughter was extremely hearty, and he killed the two dragons with a heavy hammer.
But at this moment, the sword is contending, as if strange powers are blooming on the sword!
The golden light breaks through the clouds and mists, the plains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.
Nan Heyu did not dare to visit Dragon Burial City.
Yuan Qishou couldn't help but think of the Shaozhu Kingdom and the Seventh Prince: "The Shaozhu Kingdom and the Seventh Prince are too worried. Who can withstand such a terrifying dragon power?
Even if Lu Jingshi reflects the Dragon Slaying Platform, it does not mean that he can kill all the dragons in the world or be invincible among the dragons in the world!"
The Rain Calling Sword turned into a sword light and flew away carrying the landing scene.
The golden legal thunder, the light-supporting sword energy, and the awe-inspiring energy were all condensed by Lu Jing's pen with the divine destiny, and turned into heavenly words.
The long-haired man's eyes are burning, and behind him is a statue of Guanyin.
The sword spirit is high and the sword intention is shining!
The sky was shining with golden light, and there were stars that rolled up thunder in the sky and fell straight down.
"This Lu Jing killed the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang after he chopped off the blood beads of the Dragon Pan Formation and suffered serious injuries...
Qi Hanzhang looked at this scene from a distance, holding the dragon pen in his hand tightly: "No, that mythical beast is not just a vision? It actually seems to have a spirit and spirit, and it came back to life from the painting!"
The pressure of the seven hundred dragons around them that originally shrouded the world also created a gap at this moment.
But he saw a young man slowly walking out of the diffuse smoke and dust. He was wearing coarse clothes and his body was ablaze with fire, even his long hair was like this.
The sword energy rises from Mount Bi, and eighty-one peaks stand tall, finally turning into a sword energy.
boom!
There was a dull loud noise, followed by smoke and dust.
The full moon is approaching!
Tianyuan enters the sword!
The extremely mysterious Xuan Gong Guang Han Seal is borrowed from heaven to bless the seven-star sword.
Lu Jing was holding the sword and could not exert the power of the Seven Star Sword at all. It was for this reason that the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang used the Falling Dragon Bow to shoot open a strange gem on the Seven Star Sword that had not been blessed with vitality.
A burst of blood burst out from the mouth of the crippled old dragon, and the huge dragon body hit it. Hundreds of changes occurred in an instant, and it seemed to fly across the entire Dragon Burial City.
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"It is forbidden for dragons in the world to eat people willfully!"
The crippled old dragon's eyes were calm, and when the awe-inspiring aura bloomed in the sky, he knew that Lu Jing at this moment was not just a swordsman, nor just a monk.
Behind him, hundreds of dragons were approaching.
From a very far distance, An Nijing's pupils suddenly shrank as he stared at Dragon Burial City with his spiritual thoughts.
Qi Hanzhang's heart was shaken, but he didn't know how to describe the scene of burial in Dragon City with words.
And from the fire, the old dragon with a broken foot poked his head out, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Three million sword energy flew up, causing Zhou Tian to feel chilly!"
"Mr. Lu Jing, if I can't wait for dozens of people, how can I kill these seven hundred dragons?"
"Although Lu Jing has a grudge against Jixia Jiange, he should not die at the hands of these reptiles!"
The spring thunder of the sword's intention resounded throughout the heaven and earth, as if it could reach the nine heavens.
But see it in the sky!
Just like a star falling, it brings energy and blood all over the sky.
In the blink of an eye, those knights who originally walked hundreds of miles away from the Dragon Burial City and came to slay the dragon, but were suppressed by the pressure of seven hundred dragons and were unable to move forward, suddenly drew their swords and swords!
In the blink of an eye, more than thirty sword energy, sword intent, and fist intent emitted brilliant brilliance.
Yuan Qishou's thoughts surged.
"Walker of the Great Thunder Sound Temple?"
It was at this moment that a wisp of evil energy soared into the sky and spread like a sword, before falling suddenly.
"Not to mention the hundreds of dragons behind the old dragon, how can Lu Jing compete with this old dragon with a crippled foot?"
A burst of sparks flew up, and when his energy and blood dissipated, Lu Jing retreated hundreds of feet in an instant.
The dragon king in the middle of Taichong Sea suddenly opened his eyes, and the old dragon on Luolong Island exhaled a breath of turbid air, settled down, and turned into smoke.
Lu Jing raised his eyes and scolded the real dragon, throwing the wine bottle in his hand carelessly.
Where Kunpeng's shadow was blurred, a ray of light came through.
On the Falling Dragon Bow, there are multiple roars of dragon souls. It seems that they are all dragon souls who died under this Falling Dragon Bow.
In the distance, King Mingguang of Pingping Township was carrying a banner but did not take action, just looking towards Dragon Burial City.
As soon as he collided, the abnormally turbulent demonic energy spread out in all directions, as well as the courage of the other six strong men.
"Lu Jing has been injured many times, but he can recover very quickly. There must be a secret behind it."
Stars are lingering in the sky, and divine fire is boiling on the earth.
The white ape's heart was boiling, and the monk Shenxiu fiddled with the fishing rod. The sword energy of the Kaiyang Sword Seat stagnated, and then burst out with even more blazing sword light.
The vast air and blood filled the space, and the friction with the void ignited a raging fire.
Two more sword energy dispersed.
"Lu Jing's message actually attracted so many talented people?" An Nijing murmured to himself.
Open the road to Shu!
Bringing the Spring Thunder Sword Intent, wisps of innate spirit condensed in the innate Qi and blood, martial arts, Qi and blood skills, poured into the Wind-Calling Sword.
"What is this?"
Then Nan Heyu ignited the divine fire, and the feathered sword heart was moved to the extreme, and wisps of sword light suddenly appeared at this moment.
It's only been more than a month, not even two months, so it's easy for him to recover from his injury?"
When the dragon tide surges, they will be overwhelmed by the dragons who react.
Thoughts passed by in the blink of an eye.
"Kunpeng Yuanxing!"
Kunpeng's shadow became increasingly blurry.
But Lu Jing had already pulled out the wind-calling sword, and the rain-calling sword came out from the air and turned into a stream of light.
But at this moment, the drunkenness in Lu Jing's eyes had slightly sobered up...
"Mr. Lu Jing."
The violent coercion pressed against the disabled old dragon.
If there had been a few more breaths, the ending might have changed.
"You want to kill me in a moment?" The aura of the crippled old dragon was withered, but the old aura was full of unrivaled courage.
Thoughts flashed in An Nijing's mind, but he felt very regretful.
Behind the disabled old dragon, the eight-level divine appearance shone brightly, and eight completely different martial arts spirits permeated it, stirring up the energy and blood, setting up a beacon of energy and blood.
It is also filled with a layer of strong martial arts spirit. The martial arts spirit is so powerful that it seems to swallow up the void.
When the six geniuses appeared, a heavy hammer fell from the sky. Immediately afterwards, a ten-foot-long white ape held a hammer in one hand and a knife in the other, charging rampantly and crashing into the place hundreds of miles away from the Dragon Burial City.
The sword energy on Lu Jing's body circulated, and a divine thought resounded through the void.
Even people like Lian E Fo Zi, Yuan Qi Shou, Mang Yi Diao Si and others who did not return the kindness felt like a wave of terror was rising in their hearts at this moment!
"Can these three great gifts be enough to kill the crippled old dragon?"
"Swallowing Sky Spirit!"
The man had a resolute face and a Guanyin mark on his forehead.
That is...Nan Zhaoxiang crosses the river.
The gentleman is angry!
Dou Xingguan’s order!
With the two fates set out, the originally hazy dragon's body in Lu Jing's eyes was clearly revealed.
"I only need to dodge this sword energy. The so-called slaying a real dragon where there is a real dragon, the so-called dragon slaying message, and the so-called flying sword energy of three million are all nothing but a joke!"
The dragon roared and wanted to fly into the Dragon Burial City.
"What a pedantic person."
Second-grade Falling Dragon Bow!
Qi Guoji's important weapon in the sword pavilion, the second-grade seven-star sword!
The two treasures bloomed with unique brilliance in Lu Jing's hands. Dragon roars were heard from the falling dragon bow, and the heavy blood light fell on the seven-star sword, dazzlingly bright.
"Huai Gang..." Mang Yi Diao Si said to himself, with a smile on his lips...
"Obviously, there is a chance of survival. All we need to do is go to Lingao Mountain to visit the two Luofan Immortals and we won't suffer this disaster. Now, it's good that Lu Jing will be devoured by these seven hundred dragons..."
"This is...the first big gift!"
"Everyone, please stop the seven hundred dragons for a moment. When I kill this old dragon with a broken foot, the remaining seven hundred dragons are all waiting to be killed on the dragon-slaying platform!"
Qi Guo Mang Yi Diao Si frowned and looked at the back of the Kaiyang Sword Seat.
The wind and rain sword energy filled the void, Qianxiu Water Sword transformed into three hundred, and the seven-foot jade tool burst out with jade-colored sword light.
Xuan Gong's energy and blood exploded, and dragon blood dropped from the dragon's body.
The roc bird flew into the clouds and mist, instantly transformed into a leopard and wandered in the clouds and mist.
But I saw his eyes, one was like the sun and the other was like the moon.
"You are almost at the end of your life, yet you are still so tyrannical!"
Xiang Guohe was a guest of the Duke of Chu State. He was supposed to be in opposition to Lu Jing, but in the middle of the river, he actually walked with Xu Xingzhi and came to Bury Dragon City together...
They headed towards Dragon Burial City, and stopped seven hundred dragons ten miles away from Dragon Burial City!
Under the Dragon-Slaying Platform, Lu Jing's Spring Thunder Sword intention bloomed in an instant.
Even Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing, who were born into a well-known family, have never seen such a terrifying scene. Even the Buddhist inscriptions on Lian'e Buddha's body were trembling slightly.
Precisely because there are dozens of strong men, just as Lu Jing said, the time for the dragons to fly into Dragon Burial City will only be a moment longer!
Another voice came. Higher up above the group of dragons, someone was sitting upright in the clouds and mist, setting up a fishing rod, dropping the silk line, and actually caught a dragon.
Written under the dictates of God, every word seems to be filled with blood and tears, and seems to be able to change the world.
Many dragons sensed the terror of Lu Jing's sword energy, and when their dragon bodies were bent, they wanted to break through the sky and earth and rush into the Dragon Burial City.
"There is no need to be afraid. Those who cause trouble in the world may be as tyrannical as dragons. There is no need to be afraid."
The second leader of the Huai Gang, Yuan Qishou, had a soft complexion and a look of interest in his eyes.
One part is left in the basket, one part is buried in the soil, and the other part is returned to the world!
The statue of Guanyin shines brightly, bringing with it a torrent of blood.
Sonorous!
Buddha Lian'e was about to say the Buddha's name and send Lu Jing away with scriptures.
The rain-calling sword under his feet also flew away, and peaks stood up.
A real dragon roars.
The same thing happened to the old dragon with a broken foot... The rolling air waves seemed to be boiling, and the vitality in the sky was ignited. When Qi Hanzhang and others looked up, it seemed as if a fire was burning in the sky.
The crippled old dragon had just hovered outside Dragon Burial City, but within a moment, Lu Jing flipped his hand and found a Falling Dragon Bow in his hand!
The Seven-Star Sword is inherently hard and is a second-grade sword.
Guanghan Seal!
Borrow money from heaven!
All Lu Jing's gains exploded at this moment.
Because she clearly saw that when Lu Jing bent his bow and drew an arrow, it was not the arrow generated by his vitality, but the second-grade seven-star sword.
The white light dissipated in an instant, and the seven-star sword flew out and fell into a ruins.
Click!
Everyone's thoughts were circling, but they saw where the golden light came from. Lu Jing was standing on the dragon's head, and he had already opened the second-grade heavy craftsman's famous weapon, the Falling Dragon Bow!
"Such a huge momentum is really unbelievable." Qi Hanzhang's brows twitched. Through the billowing smoke, he saw the earth cracking, vitality surging, magical powers activated, and there were strips that were as short as ten feet and as long as several.
The ten-foot-long dragon soared in the sky, heading straight towards the Dragon Burial City.
Many strong men looked at this scene in horror.
"The pen and ink create strange phenomena?"
Just as Lu Jing said... In just a moment, some of the seven hundred dragons with strong cultivation levels had already broken through the obstruction of more than thirty strong men and rushed into the Dragon Burial City.
He drew his sword from the Kaiyang Sword Seat, and the sword energy was like a rainbow, illuminating Kaiyangxin in the sky. The stars were falling straight down, but he seemed to turn into starlight and rush into the dragon.
The crippled old dragon still wants to say something.
The huge body of the crippled old dragon, carrying the spirit of Qi, blood and martial arts, slammed into him.
Beside him, Cheng Hui looked at the flying dragons in the sea of clouds below in horror, but Monk Shenxiu turned his head and chuckled at him.
"The old dragon with the eighth level of appearance!"
The seven-foot jade instrument turned into wind and rain, which continued continuously, and the sword energy was like silk, locking a real dragon.
The sword energy rises upright and undergoes eighty-one changes. In each change, the sun suddenly appears in the sky.
"By killing seven hundred dragons here, you can not only sacrifice the living beings, but also become my way!"
The old dragon of Luolong Island exhaled the turbid air, inhaled the thunder, and then slowly opened its dragon eyes.
At this moment, Yuan Qishou, An Nijing, Qi Hanzhang and others who were watching this astonishing scene from a distance instantly raised their heads.
The white ape laughed so hard when he saw the old dragon with broken legs being chopped into three pieces and landed in the Dragon Burial City.
"As expected of Mr. Lu Jing, whom Yuan Zhushan always praised. What a pleasure!"