Chapter 2177 The Glazed Dragon God Sweeping across the Heavens
A glazed dragon god that has never been seen in the history of the dragon clan. The dragon-headed man holds a seven-color long sword in his hand, and is surrounded by powerful lotus and the aura of the eternal dragon.
This kind of momentum is too powerful, almost comparable to the three leaders of the Dragon Clan in the ages. However, the most frightening thing is that Qiao Yanyuan has never seen such a glazed dragon snake.
The powerful Dragonborn successor is naturally familiar with the dragon clan's genetic tradition, but the appearance of the Glazed Dragon God is a gap in his memory, making Qiao Yanyuan, who thought he could successfully control everything, feel a strange sense of panic.
On the ferry in the sea area, a drop of cold sweat fell from Qiao Yanyuan's forehead and sprinkled at his feet.
His body was also paying close attention to this battle about Wang Muyu. When he saw this glazed dragon god that did not belong to his memory, an unexpected uneasiness immediately surged into his heart.
What exactly is this Glazed Dragon God?
Full of questions suddenly came to my mind.
Soon, a tremor from the soul followed one after another!
It was Wang Muyu's clone who was performing the task of competing for Wang Muyu in the distance and suffered trauma!
The glazed dragon god holding a long sword carries an astonishing domineering aura. The dragon god's eyes release seven colors of splendor, his gaze is like a torch, and his body moves in an instant, dragging a hazy seven-color fairy energy.
The first blow came almost instantly!
"So fast!"
Qiao Yanyuan's cloned body opened his arms to block it, and slashed it with one sword. The thick eternal dragon energy immediately dispersed.
"Kacha!"
The long knife fell, and the seven-color divine thunder fell from the void almost at the same time. It was extremely terrifying, with an aura of annihilation of the great avenue, distorting the space of the core world.
His body reacted very quickly, and although he immediately created a spiritual shield and stretched out his hand to block it, he still couldn't help but feel shaken when he saw such an astonishing aura falling down like a god.
He thought he was fearless after absorbing the power of many parallel dimensions, but at this moment he was still a little panicked. The spiritual light all over his body suddenly burst out, turning into the shape of dragon scales on his extremely monster crystal body.
It is coated with a layer of armor stomach.
Wang Muyu held the horn in his hand and floated slightly in the air. His eyes were almost in sync with the Glazed Dragon God, as if he was driving this powerful mecha to fight Qiao Yanyuan's clone. The two were connected with each other without any delay.
The tacit understanding is like one person.
Chi!
The knife hit Qiao Yanyuan's arm firmly, directly peeling off the armor and crystal dragon scales on his arm, causing his body to gasp in pain.
Sure enough, this is a real clone.
Wang Muyu saw this scene from a distance and was convinced of the nature of the clone in front of him.
The real clone fully possesses part of the combat power of the original body, and will not disappear at will due to pain and severe injuries. The powerful real clone even has its own will.
The most important thing is that a spatial bond is formed between the main body and the real clone. If necessary, you can even change hands directly and the main body comes on stage.
Wang Muyu took a deep breath.
This is a tough battle.
He knows very well that Qiao Yanyuan is here to stare at him... Bai Zhe's side is not a person of martial ethics, so he does not rule out the possibility of using his real clone to consume himself first, to test out his true and false, and then directly
The whole body has the possibility of fighting him.
The sword of the Glazed Dragon God was impressive, but its power was far beyond the body's imagination. After the sword fell, strange ancient patterns began to appear on the slender sword.
This is a kind of inscription that strengthens the magic weapon. It cannot be deciphered by modern cultivation civilization. It is extremely rare even in the eons.
The clone's body suddenly felt like it was facing a powerful enemy, and felt a strange feeling.
Boom!
His crystal body erupted with light, and he used his own cultivation to resist to the extreme, trying to stop the Glazed Dragon God's next slash!
The power of the head-first strike has already been felt in the body, and the charged blow of this strike will be obviously more terrifying.
This glazed dragon god is not in the history of the dragon clan and belongs to the knowledge blind spot of Qiao Yanyuan's body. It is precisely because he knows nothing about this glazed dragon god that Qiao Yanyuan and his clone feel like they have no way to start.
The inscriptions on the seven-color long sword shine brightly, rendering this long sword into a terrifying myth and legend. Just looking at it gives you a sense of horror. The aura flowing out from it is like a bright galaxy pouring down, which is extremely domineering.
"That's weird! What the hell is this!"
His body became anxious, and he shrank to the ground, and his figure quickly shrank back. His intuition told him that this blow could not be received forcefully, and he must find a way to avoid it.
However, the power of the Glazed Dragon God was once again beyond his imagination. He saw that the Dragon God was stained with some sword energy with his fingers, and drew his sword fingers together into the void. The clone that had escaped appeared again in front of the Glazed Dragon God.
Extremely close distance.
"I actually used the sword energy to directly cut the space in front of me to shorten the distance..."
With a simple move, he directly broke the method of shrinking the ground into an inch. This was something that everyone present could hardly expect.
The most gorgeous attacks often don't require so many movements, and the most powerful blows are often more unpretentious. The posture of the Glazed Dragon God is extremely chic. Everything is kept to the simplest. Every breath, attack, and sword slash are all.
It doesn't reveal the power of the Dragon God of Dao Zhijian.
"What a troublesome thing..."
The avatar frowned. He thought that this battle was won safely, but he didn't expect that Wang Muyu's real dragon-born magic weapon would be so difficult to deal with.
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On the other side, in the world of Sanxian'er Dharma Ring, Wang Ling was riding in the carriage.
Wang Ling and Sun Rong closed their eyes, and Wang Muyu's battle scene was synchronized to Wang Ling's mental will, and then Wang Ling synchronized it to Sun Rong.
Although the two of them were in the game world, they still did not forget to care about the situation outside.
"What is this magical weapon of Xiao Muyu? The glazed dragon god summoned is so powerful." Sun Rong was full of praise. Such a duel was not something that she, a monk who had just entered the golden elixir stage, could participate in at close range without a strong protector.
Without a shield, the spiritual pressure alone can crush her into a meat pie.
"This does not count as a summoning magic weapon." Wang Ling explained using the sound transmission technique.
From the very beginning, Qiao Yanyuan and his body were mistakenly separated.
It seemed that Wang Muyu blew the horn to summon the glazed dragon god to appear, but in fact the real purpose of the glazed horn was not for summoning.
"It's not a summoning magic weapon? But it's obvious..." Lotus Sun sighed slightly, knowing that this was knowledge beyond her comprehension.
Wang Ling's expression remained calm. He crossed his arms and looked at everything, as if he was sure of winning the battle: "Besides, this is not Muyu's natal dragon-born magic weapon."
"In other words, Muyu's natal dragon-born magic weapon is actually not this one?" Sun Rong was surprised: "Then where did this magic weapon come from?"
"It's used to confuse them."
Wang Ling said: "I prepared one for him in advance."
Lotus Sun: "..."
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