"It's over. Even Mr. Yang died in Yinglong's hands. Who else in the world can be the opponent of this ferocious beast?"
There was despair on Mr. Yu's face.
He coughed up blood and his breath became even more sluggish.
However, at this moment, two hundred thousand immortal swords formed a majestic sword river, rushing out from the blood pool with a diameter of several hundred feet.
Seeing this scene, Mr. Yu had shock on his face and his whole body started to tremble.
"OMG."
He couldn't believe that the scene before him was real.
Ying Long's figure was faintly seen in the Jian River.
Such a majestic sword shot straight into the sky, and when it finally reached the top, it took Yinglong's body with it and fell hard into the blood pool.
The entire blood pool became silent again.
"Mr. Yang, defeated Yinglong?"
Mr. Yu's face was full of disbelief, and then he couldn't help but become ecstatic.
What kind of power is this?
He quickly dragged his body and looked down at the blood pool, and at this moment, the clear blood pool became calm again.
Suddenly, streams of blood came from the center of the blood pool.
"Could it be that Mr. Yang severely injured Yinglong?"
Mr. Yu could hardly believe his eyes.
In the blood pool, Yinglong was dripping with blood at the moment, and the hot dragon's blood continued to flow out.
Its body was covered with fairy swords, especially its huge wings, which were all pierced by the fairy swords.
Yinglong roared in pain, and his scales, which were originally said to be invincible in defense, could not escape the power of two hundred thousand fairy swords.
"Can you admit defeat?"
At this moment, behind Yang Tian, the sword light of two hundred thousand fairy swords was pointed directly at Ying Long.
Although it possesses strong vitality, it is unable to exert its true power after 70% of its power was exhausted by the Zhuxian Sword.
As the Heaven-breaking Immortal Emperor, Yang Tian's trump card is that it is unimaginable.
Ying Long now only has half his life left.
At this moment, it has the Zhuxian Sword inserted in its chest. The sword intention in the sword is constantly eroding and destroying its vitality. It is no longer able to fight, but Yang Tian can still attack with two hundred thousand swords. It can be said that this
Once he had the confidence to slay a dragon.
Yinglong was roaring.
"The Dragon Clan has an unyielding will!"
Obviously, it had never thought about bowing its head, especially to the ant in front of it, which was smaller than itself.
Yang Tian sighed.
"I had no intention of killing you. It's not easy for you to survive for thousands of years. But if I don't kill you, you will definitely kill me in the future. In this case."
The young man raised his palm, and the fairy sword kept making soft sounds.
"Then you have no choice but to die."
As soon as he finished his sentence, two hundred thousand swords were directed towards Yinglong and crushed him away.
Roar!
Yinglong let out a roar that shook the world, then advanced instead of retreating, and actually rushed towards the majestic Jian River.
With its broken body, it is naturally no match for the fairy sword.
However, just when Yang Tian felt that he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw an insubstantial figure in white appearing in front of Ying Long.
The figure in white just gently stretched out a hand, and for a moment, the world was silent.
All the two hundred thousand fairy swords that rushed over briefly stayed in the void for a moment, and then they all fell to the bottom of the blood pool.
Yang Tian's pupils tightened, and he stared at the white-clothed figure in front of Ying Long, his face becoming extremely ugly.
He found that he had lost all contact with the two hundred thousand swords, as if he had been cut off invisibly.
"Who are you?"
He found that he couldn't see through the other person. The figure in white was a young and handsome man.
His sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes are free and unruly, his face is like a crown jade, and his appearance is tall and straight.
Standing in the void with his hands behind his back, his spiritual consciousness cannot detect the form of this person.
The figure in white smiled and did not answer Yang Tian's question, but said,
"The future life is terrible!"
Yinglong also stopped, and its huge head fell in front of the figure in white, saying: "Master!"
Owner?
After hearing Ying Long's answer, Yang Tian's expression changed drastically again.
Could it be that Yinglong's master is...
"You are the master of this cave, the fallen ancient immortal."
The young man chuckled lightly and said, "I am indeed the master of this place. Young man, you are very powerful. You actually defeated Yinglong who was in the Ascension Realm with your Mahayana Realm cultivation."
Ying Long growled and said respectfully: "Master, I was not defeated by his hands, but by his damn weapon."
At this moment, dragon's blood was still flowing on its chest, and the Immortal Killing Sword was stuck on it. It looked extremely miserable.
The young man said softly: "If you lose, you lose. How can there be so many reasons!"
His slender palm pointed at the Immortal Killing Sword, and the Immortal Sword instantly flew to his hand.
It's just that this fairy sword only belongs to Yang Tian and not to him, so it keeps struggling in his palm, trying to escape.
However, the young man's cultivation was unfathomable, and the sword soul of the Zhuxian Sword fell into a long sleep again. This struggle was almost insignificant to the young man.
He grabbed the Zhuxian Sword and began to use the sword technique. The entire blood pool was filled with endless sword energy.
Yang Tian's pupils shrank.
If you really want to kill him with this kind of cultivation, it will be effortless.
However, the young man did not seem to have any intention of attacking him. Instead, after retracting his sword move, he happily praised: "It is an excellent sword. I have only seen it in my life. But it is a pity that if the sword soul inside is intact, its power can be improved."
To a higher level.”
After saying this, it seemed a bit regretful, but he still threw the Zhuxian Sword to Yang Tian.
"then!"
After Yang Tian took over the Zhuxian Sword, his face became even more confused.
The other party actually had no intention of taking action against him. You know, he tortured the other party's pet Ying Long until he only had half of his life left.
"Owner,"
Yinglong was also a little puzzled.
The young man looked at it, and then stretched his palm to its forehead. Yang Tian's powerful vitality was constantly repairing Yinglong's injuries.
This period only lasted for a moment, and Yinglong immediately returned to his peak state.
"Roar!"
Yinglong let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
"Boy, you're dead."
It stared at Yang Tian, but when it was about to rush over, the young man stretched out his palm towards Yang Tian.
Yang Tian suddenly became alert and wanted to retreat, but found that the other party wanted to help him recover from his injuries and cultivation.
Although I don’t understand this young man’s motives, it does no harm to him.
A powerful vitality enveloped his body, and it took only a moment for him to return to his peak state.
Yang Tian slowly exhaled a breath, cupped his fists at the young man and said, "Thank you, senior."
The other party is tolerant and worthy of being an ancient immortal.
The young man smiled and said: "Haha, it's okay. My name is Wuchen. I haven't seen a real human being for a long time. Young man, welcome to my cave. My mount got a little grumpy and attacked you. I will take care of you for this."
It apologizes to you."
Yang Tian couldn't help but be in awe after hearing this.
This was the first time he saw the magnanimity of an immortal.
When all the immortals in Xuantian Continent were destroyed, it was already the end of the Dharma Age. He had never seen a real immortal, and he himself was only half a step into the Golden Immortal Realm.
Now that he saw the young man with such magnanimity, he couldn't help but admire him.
When Yinglong saw his master apologizing to Yang Tian, his whole body turned red with anger and he let out a white breath.
"Master, it's obvious that he broke into your cave. Not only did he swallow all the energy in the blood pool, but he also seriously injured me and even almost killed me. How could you..."
"shut up!"
Immortal Wuchen scolded Yinglong coldly, then smiled and said to Yang Tian: "It's okay to discipline me, forgive me."
Yang Tian also smiled and said: "Senior Wuchen, you are so polite. It is true that I, Tang Jue, appeared in your cave and absorbed all the immortal blood in the blood pool without your permission. I will repay this.
The two hundred thousand fairy swords that just fell to the bottom of the blood pool should be considered as repayment."
Immortal Wuchen raised his eyebrows lightly.
He naturally loves the Immortal Sword very much. It can be seen from the look in his eyes when he looks at the Zhu Xian Sword.
Although the value of the two hundred thousand fairy swords is higher than that of the blood pool, there are tens of millions of fairy swords in Yang Tian's sword burial place, so losing some is not a big deal.
A smile appeared on Immortal Wuchen's face.
"Although I am now dead, these swords can be a good choice to guard me. Since you gave me such a big gift, I will not take advantage of you."
He pointed his finger at Yinglong and said, "Take it away." (To be continued)
