Long felt the huge impact, his eyes hurt terribly, he no longer dared to roll over, and his body fell to the ground involuntarily.
Chen Hao was in a hurry.
As soon as the dragon touched the ground, it immediately turned into a sword, no longer as powerful as before. He roared angrily: "God!"
"Get down to the ground!" Baldhead and the others immediately discovered the trick and immediately encouraged Zhou Yuan to force the dragon down from the sky.
Zhou Yuan was also very anxious. There were already cracks in the broken sword. If he hadn't used his breath to condense it, it would have fallen into pieces long ago.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Long was a little scared. He never expected that Zhou Yuan was not afraid of him. His eyes were his weak point. If he was hit again, he would not be able to see anything.
The body involuntarily hid downwards.
Just as it was about to touch the ground, the dragon immediately rose up from the ground. Now it was only one centimeter away from the ground.
Zhou Yuan suddenly thrust the broken sword into the ground. With a strong force, the dragon's body hit the ground and instantly turned into a wandering dragon sword.
Chen Hao was dumbfounded.
He is exhausted now. He tried his best to summon the sword soul of Youlongjian, but now he can't even get the sword back.
"Don't come over here!"
Zhou Yuan bent down to pick up the Wandering Dragon Sword and found that the hilt was already damaged. The sword was probably useless, which was a pity.
"The Wandering Dragon Sword has not met a good master." Zhou Yuan sighed and walked directly towards Chen Hao: "I'm sorry, your sword will never have the power it once had."
Chen Hao was so frightened that he lost his mind: "We have no grievances. You can't kill me. My master is Sect Leader Wan, and he will never let you go."
"Here!" Zhou Yuan handed over the Wandering Dragon Sword and said calmly: "You just like to show off your power, you are not worthy of me killing you."
Chen Hao was furious.
Zhou Yuan's words were more uncomfortable than killing him, but now he had no energy to compete and had to accept gifts from others. He rolled his eyes and immediately passed out.
The pock-marked man panicked and quickly grabbed the Youlong Sword and said in agony: "You have already won the battle, why did you kill our senior brother?"
"Bah!" Zhou Yuan said very unhappy: "I didn't kill anyone, he just passed out. I want to see Sect Leader Wan."
The pockmarked man shivered with fright.
Just now, he had already been to Qingluan Hall. Sect Master Wan was practicing and there were no outsiders at all. Now that Zhou Yuan is so fierce, what should he do?
"My sect leader..."
"Ignore this guy!" Bald Head said without hesitation: "Let's go straight to Qingluan Palace!"
What a great idea!
Zhou Yuan didn't want to waste time with these two little carrots, so he went directly to Sect Leader Wan. After all, they were looking for trouble, not to pay a visit.
"Cui Er, you guard the carriage here." Zhou Yuan ordered loudly: "Let's go to Sect Master Wan. If anyone dares to touch my carriage, I will send him to see the Lord of Hell without any courtesy."
This was meant for the pockmarked man and the others. Knowing that these two were as timid as mice, they would definitely obey, lest Cui Er was unable to resist.
Cui Er was happy in his heart: "I promise to guard the carriage and never let others open it."
Wu Shirui immediately followed Zhou Yuan. As soon as the three of them found their way up the mountain, they saw a middle-aged man wearing a green robe walking down.