No one noticed the strange appearance in the sky, nor the strange changes in the white dragon, and no one noticed Ling Tianyun's hands on the white dragon's horns. Ye Yinfeng
The young monk and the Goguryeo swordsman were engaged in a fierce battle. They saw frightening shadows flowing in the sword light. There was also a blood-red figure shining in the brilliance. The sword light was like a tide, and the golden light was shining.
The silk is rolled.
At this time, the afterglow of dusk is gradually fading, and there is only a faint light between the sky and the earth, and the endless darkness is sweeping in. The faint luster of a layer of colorful seven-color clouds above Tianchi Lake has not yet been completely formed, and that
The solemn and sacred Tianmen is not fully revealed, only a faint shadow. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it clearly.
Beside Tianchi Lake, the sixteen towering peaks are emitting a faint snow-white luster. It is a beautiful scene next to Tianchi Lake under the afterglow of dusk. The blood-colored bubbles on the lake began to slowly subside.
The blood energy that was rising gradually began to dissipate as the cold air blew at dusk.
Wanyan Zhantian and Zhong Jianying held their weapons tightly in their hands. Their eyes were fixed on the battlefield. Their eyes emitted a burning light. They wished they could plunge into this fierce battle. For a moment,
Because Fu Xifeng did not use his full strength, Zheng Ye Yinfeng and the young monk were fighting hard. Fu Xifeng, as a master of swordsmanship, was naturally extremely relaxed and comfortable. The sword flowed slightly and blocked the attacks of the two men.
However, the edgeless iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand has no moves or styles. One sword, one thrust, one sword and one slash, all the moves seem to come at his fingertips. He is not limited to fixed sword moves, although in his mind
There are thousands of sword-style sword moves, but he did not use this sword move, but casually swayed the sword light shadows to stab the master Yi Jian. The iron sword without an edge has no edge.
, but its hardness is unparalleled, and it did not show any scars when it collided with the shining sword.
The little monk's whole body was filled with a strange aura. The suffocating aura was produced when he waved his red cassock, especially the manganese bowl in his hand. Golden light swayed out, but his slightly bloated body did not.
There was no trace of clumsiness, but he was extremely flexible and agile. He didn't know what material the manganese bowl was made of, but he was not afraid of the shining sword in Fu Xifeng's hand. After a clanking sound, the little monk's figure was slender.
Shadow, even more alive, rushed forward before Fu Xifeng's deadly moves.
It can be said that Fu Xifeng was almost driven crazy. He had never been so aggrieved. Originally, the art of swordsmanship was to get the upper hand, to be one step ahead of the opponent before he made a move, and then to calculate every move and move the opponent would make. This was mainly
He had broad knowledge and very strong foresight. However, he did not expect that the two people in front of him were playing cards completely out of common sense, especially the young man in blue shirt.
The sword moves are extremely strange, and there are no repeated moves in each sword move. It is as if this young man has all the sword moves in the world hidden in his body. Naturally, he can find some from Ye Yinfeng's sword moves.
It was a shadow of the famous sword move, but it was modified by him to make it nondescript. Even so, every sword struck by Ye Yinfeng was extremely powerful.
Fu Xifeng had never seen this little monk's weird moves before. How could anyone use a manganese bowl as a weapon? This manganese bowl is useless as a weapon, but it's not like an immortal knows any magic.
The way he used it was like a gangster. The little monk used the manganese bowl to hit him, and sometimes he hit himself. It didn't do anything, but from time to time there was agitation from the manganese bowl.
He unleashed a fierce force of energy that rushed towards him like a maggot attached to his bones. It was really hard to prevent him.
Not far away from the white dragon, waves of flying energy shot out wildly. Three figures were intertwined. They were about to fight fiercely, but everyone's eyes were focused on the three fighting people. It was Lian Yeluqishi's.
His eyes were also attracted, and he showed a slightly surprised look, as if he was a little surprised by the strength displayed by Ye Yinfeng and the little monk. But the white ape next to him was devouring the dragon water flowing out of the white dragon body.
Xue Zhenghuan has no interest in anything else. Fuso Ninja is still concentrating with his eyes closed, and the aura exuding from his body is getting bigger and more majestic.
Ling Tianyun did not expect that he would get into great trouble all of a sudden. He also did not expect that when his hands were placed on the dragon horns, a huge suction force would come from the dragon horns, and the nine powers in his body would
Yang Zhenqi poured out of his hands towards the dragon horn uncontrollably. This abnormality immediately frightened him. He wanted to scream, but found that he seemed to be imprisoned and could not make any sound.
Can't send it out.
The rolling tide of Jiuyang's true energy turned into a rushing river and rushed towards the dragon horn. Ling Tianyun frantically ran the formulas in the Heart Sutra to try to stop the true energy in his whole body, but he found that no matter what
No matter how hard he tried, Jiuyang's true energy rushed out of his hands like a surge. He was even more despairing. He did not expect that the true energy that he had worked so hard to cultivate was now out of his control.
He looked at the white dragon angrily, and happened to see the playful look in the white dragon's eyes. He suddenly understood that all this was caused by the white dragon. No wonder the white dragon was here
There were bursts of low roars coming from behind him, just to attract his attention, but he did not expect to be fooled by this monster. The true energy surged out, towards the white dragon's horns at a speed as fast as a thousand miles.
He poured it in, no matter how hard he struggled, it was still to no avail.
"What a cunning evil beast. It turns out that the white dragon succeeded in overcoming the tribulation in the end. The reason why it did not fly up to the Tianmen was not that it was unwilling, but that its power had been used up. It was cultivating and accumulating strength, and Jiuyang
Zhenqi is the purest and most yang zhenqi in the world, which can be transformed into huge power. The white dragon's body is the most powerful source of power in the world." Ling Tianyun's brain was spinning rapidly, hoping to find a way to stop his zhenqi.
He tried to find a way to relieve the pain, but he still didn't find any way.
The playful light in Bailong's eyes began to fade, replaced by a touch of supreme majesty and domineering, and the dying aura began to stabilize at this moment. But it had no abnormality at all.
People discovered that the true energy in Ling Tianyun's body was continuously instilling into the dragon's horn, and Bailong's sluggish body began to regain a shining brilliance.
The first person to notice the strange behavior of the white dragon was the white ape who was happily swallowing the dragon's blood. It touched its swollen belly and was about to hold a pool of the dragon's blood that had not yet dried. At this time, it was startled.
It stopped. Because it found that the pool of bright red and dazzling dragon blood had changed, and there was a touch of supreme majesty and bullying in the dragon blood. It suddenly became confused. Finally, it saw the huge dragon body moving.
Moved.
"Oops, it's really over now." A desperate thought came to Ling Tianyun's mind. He didn't expect that his unintentional move would bring disaster to his life. He could only let the true energy in his body
It surged towards the dragon horn like a tide. He clearly felt that the true energy in his Dantian turned into a rushing river and poured towards his palms continuously. Even though he had strong internal strength,
But I can't afford this kind of trouble.
It's true that if you don't die, you won't die. Ling Tianyun's heart sank to the bottom. He couldn't stop his true energy from flowing towards the dragon horn. Feeling the loss of his true energy bit by bit before his eyes was more painful than killing him.
It was even more uncomfortable. The true energy in his Dantian was less than one-third, and the energy circulating around him was dropping again and again. What frustrated him the most was that no one noticed his abnormality, and he
He couldn't make any sound either. He knew it must be the white dragon who was playing tricks on him, imprisoning his body so that he couldn't send out a signal for help.
He has never been so desperate. Ling Tianyun has experienced many times wandering on the line of death, but he has never been as desperate as now. This feeling is more frightening to him than the feeling of wandering on the line of death. The internal energy can be said to be his
As the first life, he could give up his own life and still keep the Nine Yang True Qi, but he did not expect that the Nine Yang True Qi that he had worked so hard to cultivate would be swallowed up by the white dragon. He was very unhappy.
He was willing, but he had no other way, because his whole body had been imprisoned by the white dragon, and even his own consciousness was imprisoned in this small area.
In the end, Ling Tianyun felt that all the energy in his Dantian was sucked away by the white dragon, and the majestic power in his body also disappeared. He felt that all the strength in his body was drained away.
Suddenly, the hand on the dragon's horn dropped softly. He was just like an ordinary civilian. He felt that his weak body was even worse than those ordinary civilians.
Standing tremblingly, Ling Tianyun's eyes shot out a flash of rage and looked into the white dragon's eyes. When his eyes fell on the white dragon's eyes, his brain went "bang".
It was like exploding. He felt a white light shooting into his eyes, and then a picture that shocked him suddenly appeared in his mind. He saw mountains shrouded in clouds and smoke.
There was also an extremely solemn palace in the group, which was full of spiritual energy and made people feel relaxed and happy. He had never seen such a beautiful and solemn place, and he was immediately fascinated by it.
A loud "roar" pulled him back from the misty fairyland. He couldn't help but wake up with a jolt. He knew that he was not dreaming just now. The picture in his mind was instilled by the white dragon.
. He knew that Bai Long must have seen this scene in the fairyland, so it was transmitted into his consciousness. He looked at the white dragon whose aura was getting stronger and stronger with horrified eyes, and he saw the body of the white dragon.
It started to take off.
There was no real energy left in his body, but he still stood up steadily. When the white dragon stepped into the sky, it sent out powerful air waves, which blew away the surrounding snow and gravel.
Splashing everywhere. The white dragon's body quickly rose into the air, its emotionless eyes looking down at the people standing below.
Bailong's strange behavior was quickly discovered by everyone. Fu Xifeng withdrew the flowing sword in his hand and retreated from the battlefield. However, the auras of Ye Yinfeng and the young monk were a little disordered. When they saw Fu Xifeng withdrawing from the battlefield, they
As soon as he put away the weapon in his hand, Wanyan Zhantian's eyes showed excitement. He did not expect that the white dragon succeeded in the end, and he knew that his actions were not wrong.
Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them. The aura of the white dragon recovered and became extremely majestic. Its eyes had a unique look, which was complicated and confused, but
It finally let out a long roar, and suddenly spit out a golden ball from its mouth. The golden ball was emitting rich life fluctuations, and hot breath was emanating from the ball.
No one thought that this ending would be like this. No one thought that the white dragon, who had a weak aura and thought that he had failed to overcome the tribulation, would turn around and succeed. No one knew why the white dragon turned around, and no one knew why the white dragon had a look in his eyes.
With a trace of confusion, he finally showed a look of absolute despair.
The little ball was rolling around the white dragon's mouth, and the vast and majestic breath was emanating from the golden little ball.
At this time, a piece of colorful brilliance descended from the sky, and the colorful brilliance wrapped the body of the white dragon.