Zhong Xihou rode the wind, and the slender black figure became clearer and clearer. It was really a black dragon. This black dragon looks very different from the golden dragon transformed by Ying Ruge's moves. Although it has the same dragon head, dragon horns, dragon scales and dragon tail, it also has sharp edges.
It has four claws, but the turbulent domineering energy exuded by this black dragon is difficult to achieve by the golden dragon formed by Ying Ruge's moves.
The black dragon also saw the man flying up. It jumped in front of Zhong Xihou like a snake, and glared at Zhong Xihou with a pair of protruding dragon eyes.
At this high altitude, the tiny swordsman in orange and the huge black dragon looked like another scene from the Dragon Quest. Before Zhong Xihou could speak, the black dragon spoke first, and the breath coming from the pavement caused the airflow in the sky to begin.
In the chaos, Zhong Xihou also spent a lot of energy to stabilize his body.
"How can a mortal junior have the courage to face me at this high altitude!"
At such a close distance, the sound of the black dragon's great beast was like a loud bell, which made Zhong Xihou's ears hurt. Zhong Xihou had no choice but to emit goose-yellow sword energy and wrap it around his body to resist.
Seeing Zhong Xihou exuding a goose-yellow sword aura, Black Dragon mistakenly thought it was provoking him and prepared for a fight. Before Zhong Xihou could say anything, he struck with a claw. Zhong Xihou did not expect that in the face of danger, he instinctively unsheathed his sword and struck out.
Remember the relative meaning of "Zhankong".
But listening to the "ding-dong" sound of metal intersecting, Zhong Xihou's body was knocked back dozens of feet. Fortunately, he was at high altitude, so he didn't have to worry about hitting something. As long as he wasn't hurt, he would eventually be able to fly no matter how far he flew.
Stop.
Just as Zhong Xihou was about to speak, he saw the black dragon roaring and flying towards him. It spun around and swept its tail towards him. Zhong Xihou was depressed that this black dragon was an idiot and could not listen to others' explanation first. He knew that if he used "Zhankong" again, he would be beaten again.
Sweeping away, Zhong Xihou's heart skipped a beat, and he urged him to use the move of "flying dragon patrolling the eight wastes", which was used to take the enemy general's head from the crowd of thousands of troops.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhong Xihou advancing instead of retreating. The black dragon also found it interesting, and the power of the dragon's tail increased by three points. The dragon scales on the tail were jagged, like a hacksaw. If it was swept away, it might be divided into pieces. Knowing that this might be the case,
Zhong Xihou still held his sword and charged forward.
Meeting, stalemate, neither side retreats.
Then both sides stopped their attacks and retreated, confronting each other from a distance.
Black Dragon looked at Zhong Xihou in surprise, but Zhong Xihou's right hand was shaking slightly and he was panting heavily. Sweat was already oozing out from the back that Black Dragon couldn't see.
"Perhaps you can listen to me?"
The words finally came out of his mouth, but as if the black dragon was deliberately teasing Zhong Xihou, it roared towards him again, with its tail still sweeping away. This time, Zhong Xihou did not dare to take a direct hit, and directly released his power to control the wind, and his body fell rapidly.
It was about thirty feet tall, and then it was suspended in the air again.
When he returned to almost the same height as before, a black shadow flashed, and the black dragon's head appeared again only a foot away from him. Being stared at by such a huge beast, Zhong Xihou really felt a chill down his spine.
He, a master of martial arts in the secular world, who is said to be unparalleled in the world, was actually feeling panicked and fearful at this moment.
But fear was useless. After Zhong Xihou took a few breaths, the blood in his blood vessels surged, and he suddenly became a lot more excited. In this way, his confidence was indeed increased.
"Perhaps you can listen to me?"
What came back was a roar, and the strong wind mixed with black dragon saliva sprayed towards Zhong Xihou. Zhong Xihou crossed his arms to protect his face. When the roar ended, his arms were sore, and his hair and clothes were about the same.
It has been completely soaked by the black dragon's saliva.
The black dragon spoke again, but the voice was still the same. Zhong Xihou was afraid that another one would sweep him away, so he had to endure the torture caused by the loud bell sound to his ears, but he did not emit the yellow sword energy to resist.
"Young mortal, you have the aura of the Mo family in you. People from the Mo family cannot be trusted!"
Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, the aura of the Mo family? Then he remembered that he had spent a lot of time with his junior brother half a day ago, and he could not help but smell some of his junior junior brother. Zhong Xihou couldn't help but sigh in his heart, was this huge thing in front of him a black dragon, or a black dragon?
Black dog?
"I am not a member of the Mohist family. My master, Yan Xiao, is an immortal..."
Before Zhong Xihou finished speaking, the black dragon did not sweep its tail, but opened its bloody mouth and bit it. Those sharp dragon teeth were comparable to sharp swords. If it was penetrated, it would kill you instantly.
Zhong Xihou's method just now proved to be successful, so he removed his wind-controlling ability again, and his body fell rapidly again. The black dragon's bite was empty, and it became even more angry, vowing to break the orange-robed mortal.
Zhong Xihou also knew that avoiding the defense was not a long-term solution after all. With such two-phase consumption, the only one who would turn pale in the end was himself. He adjusted his body and raised his sword to listen to the rain. It was also the one who took the enemy general's head from the crowd of thousands of troops.
Move, "Flying Swallow Returns to Nest at Night"!
The black dragon was huge, but Zhong Xihou was really small in front of him. He happened to be in the blind spot, so he was not noticed for a while. When the tip of the rain sword penetrated the black dragon's jaw, the black dragon and Zhong Xihou had different ideas.
Zhongxihou was happy in his heart, finally hurting the black dragon. And the black dragon was also happy in his heart. This joy was ridicule and disdain. After a few seconds, Zhongxihou's joy disappeared and his brows were slightly furrowed. He gently touched the sword and listened to the tip of the rain sword.
There was no blood, but looking at the lower jaw of the black dragon, the dragon's scales moved and made a "swishing" sound.
Could it be that the sword he just struck just hit the middle of two dragon scales, and it just looked like it penetrated the flesh? Shouldn't the space between the two dragon scales be the soft flesh of the dragon? Just two pieces of rain, even
Moves such as "Flying Swallows Returning to their Nest at Night", which concentrate the whole body's cultivation at the tip of the sword, cannot hurt him, not even a scratch.
It's a pity, it's a pity, it's been a long time since he encountered such a helpless opponent. Zhong Xihou was stunned when he was fighting for his life. The black dragon didn't care whether the opponent was focused or not, and directly swept it with one claw. It was also the instinct of the body.
Zhong Xihou dodged, but the wind from the dragon claw was too strong, and the wind it brought was like a blade, directly cutting through his clothes, and even leaving three blood marks on Zhong Xihou's chest. The skin and flesh were opened, and blood spurted out.
Fortunately, no bones were exposed, and there was no need to worry about the internal organs being exposed.
Zhong Xihou hurriedly retreated, and the goose-yellow sword energy protected the wound. Zhong Xihou used the middle finger of his left hand and the index finger to scratch the Tingyu Sword, smeared ice water with both fingers, and then flicked it gently to mix in the ice water.
In the goose-yellow sword aura.
The goose-yellow sword energy transported the ice water into the three blood marks bit by bit. The heart-piercing pain in an instant made Zhong Xihou groan, and his temples were covered with sweat. If he was scratched again, he would probably die or be disabled.
"I just want to ask you, have you seen me..."
The black dragon attacked several times, but was either faced hard or dodged. He succeeded in one attack but was not killed, which really annoyed him. This mortal man was chattering away, and the same words repeated over and over again like a monk chanting sutras made him even more upset.
The black dragon swept out a claw again, having already been hit by the attack once. Zhong Xihou had some experience this time and knew how to measure the arc of the dodge.
But ideas are ideas. To realize this idea, the most important thing is to have matching strength. Zhong Xihou is not bad in strength, even terrifyingly strong. But his fear is only for the secular world. What he is facing now is the one in front of him.
This black dragon. Zhong Xihou did not escape the claw after all. Fortunately, the wound this time was much shallower.
Even though the new wound was shallower, the pain was still there, not to mention that the new wound on the chest happened to overlap with the previous wound. The original wound was sealed with ice water, but it was destroyed all of a sudden, and the heartbreaking pain came back again.
Zhong Xihou's hand began to shake. His right hand was still holding the Tingyu Sword tightly. His left hand wanted to wipe some more ice water on the Tingyu Sword, but his hand was shaking violently. Because of the pain, he felt as if his strength was about to be drained away.
Blood continued to gush out from the wound, and Zhong Xihou's wound began to turn white. Looking at his complexion, his dark skin turned white. What a pity, what a pity, it was the kind of pale color without blood.
Seeing that Zhong Xihou had almost no ability to resist, the black dragon opened his mouth again, preparing to cut the corpse into pieces. But when he closed his mouth again
He couldn't help but wonder, because he bit empty again.
Then, he felt a powerful sword energy, a pressure that seemed to evacuate the air from the world. Black Dragon adjusted his body and slowly turned back. When he saw the person in front of him, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, as if he was seeing the God of Death.
I saw a boy floating in the air, and Zhong Xihou was lying on a white cloud. Zhong Xihou had passed out, but he had no strength and lost consciousness. He was still holding the Tingyu Sword tightly in his hand.
The boy spoke. His voice was really unpleasant, hoarse and dry. He said, "Little black insect, we haven't seen each other for seven hundred years, right?"
Black Dragon naturally knows that this appearance, this voice, these are all illusions, which are transformed at will by the terrifying guy who is like a murderous god. But the Black Dragon can be sure that the boy-like guy in front of him is the little murderous overlord back then, because he has that murderous little overlord.
The aura of a king, the aura of a god of murder, cannot be erased, and no one can imitate it.
"Light, light, light, Lord Guangming."
The originally strong, even domineering black dragon actually lowered his head like a slave at this moment. Although his voice was still loud, the respect and fear in it could be easily heard.
The person who transformed into a boy was none other than Yan Xiao, the second disciple who went by the pseudonym Zangren, and his destiny was called Di Guangming.
"A pot of wine, ten steps of singing, and a hundred years of solitary shadow!"
As he finished speaking, the boy's appearance gradually changed. His body gradually lengthened, and what finally appeared was a handsome and handsome young man in his twenties. Although he looked like a young man, his long hair was as white as snow.
White, paired with the white clothes that let the wind blow, it really looks like the rumored wine, sword, and poetry fairy named Li.
Elegant, chic.
"Little Hei Chong, haven't you always wanted to seek revenge from Master? Why are you so afraid just after seeing me?"
Faced with Di Guangming's provocation and ridicule, Black Dragon did not dare to refute. Black light emitted from Black Dragon's body, and its figure began to change. Finally, Black Dragon also turned into a human form.
The person transformed by the black dragon is dressed in black robes and looks beautiful. The face and eyebrows are somewhat similar to Mo Ming Tongying Ruge.
Pieces of white clouds gathered at the feet of the two of them, and the white clouds where Zhong Xihou was lying also fell and merged into the white cloud continent. The person transformed by the black dragon knelt on one knee and said in a respectful voice: "Tianji doesn't dare.
"
"Haha, hahaha, sure enough, you still remember your own name. Since you remember your name, then you are still the sword spirit of the Mo family. As a sword spirit of the Moh family, how can you attack the Moh family and people related to the Moh family?
"
The man transformed by the black dragon clenched his fists, helpless, in the face of absolute strength, he finally became an ant.
"People from the Mohist family, Tianji doesn't dare, Bai Tianshu..."
At the mention of the word "Tian Tian Shu", Di Guangming immediately said "hmm". With this majestic sound, the person transformed by the black dragon immediately shut up.
"The misunderstanding back then is still difficult to explain. I thought that after hundreds of years, you would wake up and dissipate your anger. I never expected that you, a mere sword spirit, could reach the level of becoming a god. It is also rare. If the person you hate wants to
If I wanted to kill you, I could have wiped you out long ago, so how could I give you the chance to cultivate to this level?"
The words are this and the principle is this. But when we recall hatred, there is no right or wrong in the world.
"I know that you have met my senior brother. He can peel off your muscles and skin, and I can do the same. If you devote yourself to practice and think about it carefully, I will come back to you in a hundred years to ask you whether hatred is right or wrong."
The person transformed by the black dragon had no time to speak. He saw that Guangming's body did not move, but six long swords transformed from light appeared in front of him. The swords flew towards him one after another, piercing his limbs, piercing his heart, and even pierced his body.
Between the eyebrows. Then the person transformed by the black dragon is like a puppet on strings, unable to move on his own anymore.
He flew westward, and the direction he pointed was naturally the Tianshui Villa of the Mo family in Mo County.