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The first thousand and seventy-six chapters fight

"Xia Dao, this guy..."

Chen Ling, who was aware of it, couldn't help grinding his teeth.

It seems a bit ridiculously strong.

Xia Dao was first and Lu Tianlan was second.

But now Lu Tianlan seems to be far from comparable to Xia Dao.

After pondering, Chen Ling withdrew his bloodline.

Recover quickly.

After recovering, he went deep again.

Xia Dao's fluctuation is no longer there, so he should have exited and recovered.

Chen Ling did not dare to delay, so he seized the time and moved forward with all his strength.

In his blood, the aura contaminated by this place is also extremely strong and clear, but it is still elusive and elusive.

"Is this the only treasure here, the river inside?"

A trace of doubt suddenly arose in Chen Ling's heart.

From the outside, the entire mountains and rivers look strange and terrifying.

But once you step inside, the river is the most attractive.

But it seems a bit inappropriate to ignore the mountains and rivers as a whole.

I thought of that breath again.

If these mountains, rivers and rivers were a whole... and completely condensed into the blood, what would happen?

Chen Ling shivered.

I was shocked by my own idea.

"Let's do it step by step."

Chen Ling shook his head slightly. Even if he had the idea, he didn't have the strength to do it.



boom!

The river suddenly shook, and a terrifying sword intent rushed into the river.

Chen Ling's pupils shrank.

He saw it.

Xia Dao's bloodline resists the river.

"Damn."

Looking at the sudden surging river, Chen Ling saw the distance just one step away, took a deep breath, and rushed forward with all his strength.

A few hours later.

Taking advantage of the breath, Chen Ling finally broke through all the constraints and appeared on the edge of the river.

When I came here, all the constraints seemed to disappear at once, and I felt extremely relaxed.

That knife was immersed in the river, greedily absorbing it.

Xia Dao was almost crazy with excitement.

In just a short moment, he could feel a clear qualitative change in his bloodline.

This river is not water, it is a strange energy.

Integrating into the bloodline causes a qualitative change in the bloodline. Although it is very weak, this river is boundless.

I can't imagine if I absorbed it all.

boom!

There was a roar outside.

Xia Dao was shocked.

"It's him, Chen Ling."

He felt the blood and instantly understood who it was, and was horrified.

The guy who had just started here was actually the second guy to arrive here after him.

What a terrifying speed of improvement.

However, Xia Dao ignored it and was immersed in absorbing and condensing.

The blood-condensed sword is constantly improving rapidly.

Chen Ling stepped into the river with blood pressure.

Rolling floods, swallowed by blood.

An indescribable qualitative change.

Chen Ling was shocked.

As the horror was absorbed, he felt that the strange aura in his blood was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing significantly.

Swallowing hard and spitting, Chen Ling devoured it crazily.

What bloodline can be compared to the Devouring Bloodline?

Innate ability to devour.

Soon, Chen Ling discovered that with the presence of that breath, the absorption and refining speed would be faster.

He felt Xia Dao on the other side, whose speed had already surpassed him.

But Xia Dao was deeply shocked and aggrieved.

Xia Dao has immense confidence in his own strength.

But the movement over there forced him to admit that swallowing blood was really extraordinary.

"I can't monopolize it by myself, but this guy really makes people unhappy."

Xia Dao's face turned ugly.

If it were another person, he wouldn't have such thoughts.

It was Chen Ling's movement that was too loud.

surpassed him.

A thought came into my mind.

The blade of the sword trembled, and an illusory sword aura, wrapped in the power of desolation and destruction, instantly penetrated the river and appeared in front of Chen Ling.

"Xia Dao."

Chen Ling's expression changed drastically.

The blood suddenly surged and a black hole appeared.

puff!

The sword energy was swallowed hard.

The whirlpool collapsed and trembled violently, and it was difficult to suppress it for a while.

"So strong."

Chen Ling gritted his teeth and controlled his blood to explode wildly.

After dozens of breaths, the wisp of sword energy was suppressed.

He glanced in the direction of Xia Dao with an ugly expression.

"It's rude to come and not reciprocate."

His eyes turned cold, and a condensed purple light shot out.

"So brave."

Xia Dao's heart skipped a beat and he raised the blade.

Bang!

The purple light condensed slightly, then exploded instantly, setting off a huge violent wave.

The giant sword is not affected.

But Xia Dao narrowed his eyes.

This guy should not be underestimated. He suppressed his sword energy so quickly and was able to counterattack.

Don't underestimate that faint wisp of sword energy.

With his strength, even at the same level, he may not be able to block it easily.

There was a change in his heart, Xia Dao stopped making any movements and concentrated on absorbing it.

Chen Ling also fell silent.

The river is very big.

After a brief confrontation, the two seemed to have reached a certain balance, and there were no more disturbances.

As time passed, Zong Mi also stepped into the river.

Followed closely by Lu Tianlan, Nan Lie...

The monks who stepped into the river went crazy.

In the end, there were nearly ten people in the river.

The great river flows incessantly, and I don’t know where it is going.

The monks at the later stages of the eight lords absorbed it like crazy, and the energy of the river began to weaken at a speed visible to the naked eye.

One month later.

The river is so thin that you can even see traces of the mountains below through the rushing torrent.

roar!

The deafening roar suddenly shocked me.

Everyone was shocked to the point of being dizzy and their eyes widened in horror.

That roar went straight into the soul and was earth-shattering.

"What is that?"

One person whispered.

From the source of the river, deep in the mountains, a huge spiritual dragon of tens of feet surged out.

The entire body is composed of river energy, but its pair of dragon eyes are like two crystals.

"dragon."

Even Xia Dao was shocked.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Six huge spiritual dragons rushed into the river with majestic power and rushed towards this side.

"Rob."

Chen Ling was the first to react, shouted low, and rushed forward like lightning.

Others may not be able to notice it, but he felt that these spiritual dragons contained an extremely rich aura of mountains and rivers.

An unimaginable thought came to his mind.

If you capture the Spiritual Dragon, great changes may occur, and you may even be able to explore the true nature of these mountains and rivers.

The moment he started, Nan Lie and Zong Mie behind him reacted quickly and rushed out together.

But there is another person who is faster.

Summer knife.

The desolate ancient sword tore through the river directly, and its speed exceeded Chen Ling's.

At this moment, everyone moved.

No matter what the dragon is, there is no doubt that it is a treasure at this moment. Taking it away will only bring benefits and no harm.

The ancient sword was inserted straight into a spiritual dragon, and the spiritual dragon looked up to the sky and roared.

The ancient sword exudes majestic blood energy and overbearing sword intent, shrouding the spirit dragon.

Without even looking, Chen Ling's blood condensed and enveloped a spiritual dragon.

One is not enough.

There are four left.

A group of people rushed up with red eyes.

Chen Ling's eyes were full of madness.

This is a great opportunity and must not be missed.

Another vortex separated from its bloodline body and covered a spiritual dragon.

The spirit dragon roared and struggled, its power was terrifying.

Chen Ling's bloodline vibrated, crushing a giant egg in an instant, and the power of his bloodline surged, suppressing the two spiritual dragons and bringing them into the vortex.

There are six people left and three spiritual dragons.

Chen Ling pulled away and retreated.

On the side of Xia Dao, in just a short moment, the spirit dragon was absorbed by the ancient knife, buzzing and trembling. (To be continued)


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