Although Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng said sarcastic words, their faces looked calm and clear, but in fact their heartstrings were extremely tense.
Hundreds of years have passed since the interface war initiated by the Yin Yue Blood Realm. In that war, the interfaces of both sides suffered extremely serious damage. Although Yun Mengze narrowly won in the end, it was countless monks who exchanged their blood, tears and lives for the battle.
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Judging from the post-war period, Liu Qinghuan did play a big role in some key nodes, such as opening the ghost gate connecting the Innate Ghost Peach Tree to the Nether Realm and causing trouble in the Yin and Moon Blood Realm. He was also involved in refining the Heaven Sealing Talisman later.
So it seems reasonable for Yao Jiu to put the blame on him. Now that he has made up his mind to retaliate against him and traps them in this world, this battle is inevitable.
And Yao Xie's cultivation level is a whole level higher than theirs. Although Liu and Yun both have the strength to fight across levels, facing such a huge gap, the situation is still not optimistic.
The two exchanged glances, Yun Zheng's eyes drifted to the side, and Liu Qinghuan immediately understood the other party's plan.
He immediately resorted to the intimidation technique attached to the "Zuo Forgetting Immortality Sutra", raised his cultivation level to the Yang Reality Realm, and began to forcibly remove the second seal of the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen.
A thick blood-yellow halo floats from the pen body. If one layer is wiped off, a stream of light will sway out, fall to the ground and turn into a river. The surging river water is surging, and the waves make the sound of cracking the bank, as if in pain.
People were screaming in despair.
A big river separates each other into two ends, and the water mist on the river gradually blocks the view.
The vain fake smile on Yao Xie's face disappeared, and his figure gradually faded away with a sinister look in his eyes. The old man who finally took care of his broken arm took a step forward, while Yao Jiu quickly stepped back with self-awareness, not daring to do anything.
Stay for half a minute.
Yunzheng didn't make any moves, he just shot through the clouds and mist with his sword intent and shot straight into the sky. His whole body was like a sword without its scabbard, filled with coldness and pride.
As if waiting for something, the world is filled with suffocating will and coercion. Even before the actual action has been taken, a contest has begun silently, and the Taoist intentions of each person are invisibly confronting each other, causing a wave of excitement in the air.
There were layers of ripples, and the roaring sound was like muffled thunder hidden behind the clouds, growing louder and louder.
The next moment, the black sun in the sky suddenly flashed, and the blazing light suddenly burst out. The whole world seemed to be ignited, flames burst out, and it instantly turned into boundless purgatory!
Even if you close your eyes tightly, you can still feel the scalding temperature beating on your eyelids, and your skin will make a sizzling sound when it rubs against your clothes, and it will crack and break with just a little external force.
Liu Qinghuan suddenly opened his eyes. As the last layer of blood-yellow halo dispersed, the Qianqiu Samsara Pen obviously changed. The black pen body was coated with the vicissitudes of time and luxurious Xuan Purple, and the original white pen was also doped with color.
One, two, and three, a total of three gold wires.
He raised his hand and stroked the pen, and the river on the ground also drew a beautiful arc and flew up to the sky. The icy-cold river water poured down like a torrential rain. Wherever it passed, the trees and grass were destroyed, life was cut off, and there was silence.
The breath swept across the desolate land like a strong wind, extinguishing the fires that poured into the sky one by one.
Jie Jie's strange laughter came from the sky, and the black sun swelled again. Large balls of flames whizzed down like burning meteorites, and horns and scaly claws poked out from them, and a thick body like a long snake snaked.
It swam in a meandering way, and with a long and earth-shattering roar, the huge and ferocious black dragon head finally revealed its true face, and the might of the dragon shocked the soul!
"Real dragon?" Yun Zheng said in shock: "This dragon's power...can't be a real dragon!"
The image of the dragon often appears in carvings, papers and other places. Back then, there was even a snake with dragon blood under the ground in the Eastern Wasteland. It is not uncommon to see evil dragons. Even many spells can simulate the shape of a dragon.
, but it can be said that few people in the world have seen a real dragon with their own eyes.
Yun Zheng composed himself and then denied: "Impossible, how can we control the real dragon with our cultivation level?"
Liu Qinghuan waved the Qianqiu Reincarnation Pen, and huge waves flew up one after another, submerging the huge flames that fell from above. He took the time to reply: "It's not wrong to say it is a real dragon. Have you forgotten the legend about the sun's candle?
It is the incarnation of Yang in Yin and Yang, and is also called a holy beast. It is said to be able to reincarnate all the divine beasts and vicious beasts in the world. The real Sun Zhuzhao no longer exists in the world, but the Yao family may have passed it down through blood.
, must have created some kind of magical power of transformation."
At this time, the black dragon had circled in the sky majestically. After careful inspection, I found that the hair on its head was fiery red, exactly the same color as Yao Xie's hair... It flicked its strong dragon tail,
Dive down!
Yun Zheng suddenly laughed proudly: "Okay, then let me meet this real dragon!"
As he said that, the shocking sword intent reached an extreme level in an instant, and frost marks appeared out of thin air around his body, as if a blue-white ice lotus bloomed in the void, wrapping Yun Zheng's body, and people were stunned.
The swords merge into one and soar into the sky!
The black dragon in the sky snorted, as if mocking Yun Zheng's overestimation, waved its claws carelessly, opened its bloody mouth, and spit out a mouthful of hot dragon breath.
The ice lotus suddenly exploded, and thousands of lotus petals turned into thousands of sword lights and shot out, tyrannically dissipating the splashing flames, revealing a sky-blue sword intent, tracing a beautiful trajectory around it.
He opened the front of the dragon's head and hit the dragon's neck squarely!
Hold the sword one day, practice the sword every day, and master the sword every year, the way of the sword, and the sharp edge!
Nothing cannot be cut, nothing cannot be destroyed!
Sword cultivators must not only judge their strength based on their realm. Most of their cultivation is concentrated on the sword that is connected to their soul. The sword can destroy people and kill them.
And Yun Zheng has harmoniously integrated his spiritual roots, physique and sword, and has already developed his own way of swordsmanship. Even when facing an opponent far higher than himself, he still dares to use the sword!
"boom!"
The next moment, Yao Xie learned a lesson for his arrogance and carelessness. Han Che's extremely sharp sword light whirled past the side of his neck with a tricky angle and ferocious momentum. Steaming blood immediately spurted out.
"Ouch~~"
The black dragon felt pain and shook its head suddenly. While tightening its scales, the dragon's claws roared out. However, the sword light was agile and ethereal. It flew away as soon as it touched. In an instant, it was dozens of feet away. After landing, it changed again.
Hui Yunzheng himself.
"Hahaha!" Yun Zheng couldn't help but laugh loudly, and was very proud after he succeeded: "Don't think that there is nothing I can do if you turn into a big insect...!"
He suddenly turned around, and the sword in his hand slashed towards nowhere behind him at lightning speed!
"ah!"
There was a scream, but the old man with the broken arm tried his old trick again and tried to make a surprise attack, but he was seen through again, but this time his luck was not so good, and the ice blue sword went straight through his chest.
Yun Zheng slapped his Tianling with his other hand and sneered: "You still want to kill me? Just die!"
Just because of his delay, the black dragon had already chased after him, an evil meaning flashed in his bulging eyes...