On the huge and brilliant cherry blossom tree, a giant dragon lies in the middle. Its long body is lifted high under the power of muscles. The dragon's head is raised in the air, looking down at everything in front of it.
Different from the dragon that penetrated the heaven and earth that Han Baiyi had seen before, although the cherry dragon in front of him was equally majestic and brilliant, in terms of appearance, it just looked like a deer's head was placed on a snake's body.
The huge inspiration brought Han Baiyi the same huge pressure, but it was not as shocking as when he saw the scene of Tiandi Implementation.
Come to think of it, it's probably indeed a fake.
As the white lightning around his body gradually glowed, Han Baiyi's muscles began to rhythm and tighten, and wisps of tiny, uncontrollable lightning flashed from his body.
The fake Miko who was carried behind his back could only hold on to the rope and silently endure the electroshock therapy. Her long hair, which had become an afro, suddenly started to smoke.
Han Baiyi's subjective feeling is that he is very relaxed.
Bailei was gently held by three fingers of his right hand. The ring finger and little finger were just resting on the handle of the knife out of thin air, but Bailei seemed to be attached to his hand and did not sway at all when he walked.
Wisps of electricity extended along Han Baiyi's right hand to the Tears of Worshiping Blade. The red light first bloomed, then began to blur, and a familiar buzzing sound sounded in his ears.
The blade vibrated rapidly.
Han Baiyi exhaled deeply, and then continued to inhale until he adjusted his condition and began to move forward slowly.
The feet stepped on the rolling clouds and waves, but they were not as soft as stepping on marshmallows. The hardness under the feet was the same as the ground, and every step was extremely solid.
Giant trees appeared unexpectedly one after another in the sea of clouds around them, which were the tree roots extended by Chang Ying.
Bolts of golden lightning struck the tree roots, and the Sakura Dragon roared angrily.
The cry is like a child's cry.
Sharp and penetrating.
The originally clear sky of eternal night was shrouded by thick black clouds, and golden lightning flashes appeared suddenly like the afterimages of huge pillars standing on the sky of Fairyland, and then disappeared suddenly, as if they were about to destroy the gods.
Majesty is imprinted in the hearts of mortals.
The lightning that spread over the body of the Tears of Worship became more and more brilliant and shining.
The blade is no longer satisfied with the sharpness of high-speed cutting, but is more eager for the powerful divine punishment.
The red blade seems to be condensed with a brilliant white scabbard that cannot be seen directly.
Han Baiyi's slow steps gradually increased, from slow to fast walking, then to a gradual trot. His legs moved more frequently, faster and faster, until he was running in stride, moving forward inexorably.
The pupils have long been shrouded in white.
The ultra-high speed brought up a layer of clouds and waves. The surrounding clouds were like butter in front of a hot knife, or like the Red Sea in front of Moses, as if taking the initiative to avoid it, parting a path large enough for him to stride forward.
Under the eternal night sky, above the clouds, there are pillars of lightning.
There was a man facing the moonlight and slaying the dragon in the direction of Chang Ying.
The high-speed running caused the lightning entangled on the surface of the body to become entangled with the air and water vapor, making a long but harsh sound.
Until this moment, the Sakura Dragon, entwined on Chang Ying and sitting among the cherry blossoms all over the sky, seemed to be about to see the tiny ant in front of it.
There was a hint of contempt and caution in his eyes.
One of its arms was severed by an equally insignificant human being.
Following his gaze, the seven knives on Yinglong's right claw suddenly swung down.
Although the body is extremely huge, what is unimaginable is that Sakuralong's huge body is not clumsy, and the movements of swinging seven swords with his right claw are even as agile as ordinary people.
Because of this, the huge contradiction between mass, volume and speed caused Sakuraryu to even set off a sonic boom the moment he swung his sword.
Just by swinging it down, the huge magic sword and its body brought huge inertia. Wherever the blade went, there was an opening. The air could not stop the majestic power and inertia, which almost condensed into substance. , the wind blade like a hurricane suddenly fell where the long knife passed.
A trail of wind blades was left in mid-air that extended hundreds of meters, and the entire sea of clouds was emptied with this blade.
A knife cuts through the clouds.
Fake Yuzi, who was being carried on Han Baiyi's back, narrowed her eyes and suddenly shrank. Just when she was about to say a reminder, she was suddenly swallowed by a gust of wind.
Facing the front, Han Baiyi faced the wind blade with a look of excitement that was hard for ordinary people to understand.
Stab la la
The lightning wrapped around the tear-worshiping knife suddenly surged, expanding from the size of the scabbard to a length of two meters like running water, without any pause in its steps.
Peng!
The thunder knife collided with the wind knife, and there was a muffled sound in the fake Yuzi's ears.
There was no sound, no light, just the whole body swelled as if it had been inflated, and then the point where the two swords hit each other expanded and exploded, exploding loudly in the sea of clouds, forming a small circle of sound waves impacting the clouds.
Fake Yuzi didn't realize that her ears had been completely shattered at that moment, but she didn't bleed under Long Yin's power.
In just such a stunned moment, the eardrum was repaired again.
There is another strand of white hair on the temples.
The smoke was shrouded in clouds, but a solitary figure emerged from it. His whole body was wrapped with thunder and lightning. The knife he held in his hands had been extended to more than three meters. The blade had already been dragged into the sea of clouds. The sea of clouds that could step into the adult body was as fragile as water under the blade. .
Han Baiyi's feathered fabric had long been torn to pieces, and his top was turned into rags in that short collision, flying in the air, revealing his naked upper body, and the winding thunder and lightning seemed to be a solid armor.
He is still moving forward, faster and faster, as if there is no end or upper limit.
The surrounding thunder pillars were still shining, but they could no longer cover up the light on his body.
The thunder and lightning all over his body left traces unique to him on the running path. Even if he ran wildly, he would still be like meteors.
As the distance got closer, Yinglong seemed to feel the threat of this little thing. He swung down the seven knives in his hand, and the wind blades spread hundreds of meters and swept across them. The clouds, waves and trees were in front of this knife. They all looked so vulnerable, but no sword could catch Han Baiyi's figure.
Both hands were held on the tears of worship shining with lightning.
The lightning that spreads from the sword is getting longer and longer, more and more ethereal, and more and more nihilistic, as if all the effort is just to prolong this tiny light.
White thunder and lightning entwined with each other in mid-air and continued to lengthen.
As Han Baiyi gets closer and closer, and even gradually breaks into the cordon belonging to Yinglong, Yinglong swings his sword faster and faster, the frequency is almost crazy, there is no rules, no angles, just pursuing what he can' Cut to'.
But how is this possible?
Although Han Baiyi has never experienced any swordsmanship teaching, fighting again and again is the best way to learn.
Now, just by observing the enemy's wrist, arm, shoulder and waist movements, he can predict the angle and direction of the opponent's upcoming sword attack.
With Yinglong's swift and rough sword skills, there was no chance of him being able to touch him.
In such a frantic sword technique, Han Baiyi's speed actually got faster. He moved step by step, running at high speed through the semi-vacuum traces left by the wind knives. He broke into the field in front of Yinglong.
The steps showed no sign of stopping.
The sky is littered with cherry blossoms.
What a tall cherry tree that is.
Tangled, knotted, huge, stout, spectacular.
No matter what language and words are used to describe it, it is a derogation and weakening of the rarest thing in the world. Only the word "miracle" can prove the greatness of the cherry tree in front of you.
On top of such a miraculous cherry tree, the tall and almost endless Sakura Dragon roared angrily.
It cannot be tolerated.
But so what?
Han Baiyi smiled.
Lifting the tears in his hands, the blazing thunder light wrapped around the blade had long since dissipated and stretched to almost nothingness, leaving only two white currents that were both insubstantial and insubstantial wrapped around it.
Fake Yuzi looked up at Han Baiyi's profile.
He was so confident that he raised his right hand high and pointed the blade at the sky.
It seemed that with one fell sword, he could kill the behemoth that was hundreds of meters tall in front of him.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
boom
Golden light shone in the clouds, and the black clouds let out a dull roar.
Han Baiyi's knife fell lightly.
It's like cutting a piece of tofu.
Stab la la
The moment he dropped the knife, the white lightning extending straight from the blade to the sky was like the interlacing line of black and white that suddenly rose from the dark horizon in the early morning.
It is so hot and brilliant that it shines so brightly that it can cover the earth in just a blink of an eye, giving all things brilliance.
Golden and white lightning intertwined, entwined, and combined in the sky, and then crashed down like a summer downpour.
Use shining and brilliant lightning to cover everything that is not desired.
In just that moment, the eternal night fairyland was shattered like glass, and the sky was filled with strange lights. If the Holy Spirit showed his power, only a thousand suns could compete with it.
Everything happened in just a blink of an eye.
When Fake Miko opened her eyes again, she was filled with smoke and thick fog.
Wait until everything disappears,
There will be no more Sakura Dragons in the world.
There is only one body entangled with the cherry blossoms that turned into charcoal, the dragon-wound body, sinking in the endless cloud waves.
Han Baiyi's body underneath her was still moving.
Fake Yuzi watched Han Baiyi step on the burnt charred cherry tree with a serious look on his face and walk up the branch until he came to Yinglong.
The tears of worship, which had turned red again, pierced into the almost burnt Yinglong eyes.
The blade of the knife cut out and pulled out a spherical crystal object that exuded a faint pink light.
It feels warm to the touch and warms the heart with its companionship, as if it has a warm power.
【Kill Sakura Dragon】
【Experience +5210】
[Get ‘Dragon Tears’ (the only dragon blood)]
Han Baiyi took out the knife and put it back into the scabbard.
He said calmly:
"I will ask for your tears."
As the words fell, everything in front of him turned into nothingness.