Although it is not as bitter and cold as the snowy mountains, it is still quite cold.
On the frost-covered fairy mountain, there is a hazy white mist, shrouded in vast sword energy and endless sword intent. The atmosphere is indescribable, and in the indifference there is a majestic aura that reaches straight into the sky.
Sword Sect has always been a place of pilgrimage for sword cultivators.
It is precisely because of the existence of the Sword Sect that the reputation of sword cultivators for unparalleled killings can always be spread.
But today, the Sword Sect suffered a devastating blow.
The leader of the Sword Sect left.
Cangyue Sword God was buried in the Immortal Tomb.
Hantian Sword God is in Dongshan.
Jian Zong fell into an unprecedented state of emptiness, but normally, no one would dare to have any thoughts about Jian Zong.
Because the Sword Sect's Red Sun Immortal-Destroying Sword Formation is very terrifying, once it is fully activated, it will be difficult for the combined monks to resist, and there are still countless powerful sword cultivators in the Sword Sect.
But there are still some people in this world who don't care about the so-called ten major sects.
"Ouch!~"
A low-pitched dragon roar sounded in the cold mist-filled air.
"Sword Sect, right? Although there are definitely not as many treasures as the Yaochi Shengjing Immortal Palace, but after all, it is one of the ten major sects, so there must be some rare treasures."
"Hand them all over to me, otherwise I will destroy your Sword Sect."
Thunder roared in the sky, one after another, deafening.
Overwhelming black clouds came.
The figure of a hundred-foot-long white dragon shuttled through the black clouds. Each white dragon scale exuded an extremely ferocious aura. The huge dragon body was looming, full of oppression.
Jian Zong was shocked.
No one has ever dared to act so brazenly in front of Jianzong's mountain gate.
So what about the Dragon Clan, they are just a branch of the Demon Clan.
Besides, the aura of the white dragon in the sky is not particularly powerful.
"Hmph, even though the sect leader and several sword gods are not here, not just cats and dogs can show off their power in front of the sword sect."
A middle-aged swordsman appeared first, with amazing sword power.
The whole person's aura is sharp and unruly.
He was holding a purple magical sword, which looked extremely extraordinary. It was obvious that he was definitely not an ordinary monk.
This person's name is Yu Han Gong, the elder of the Sword Sect's Sword Washing Pond.
The Xijian Pond is the important place of the Sword Sect, and its status is equivalent to that of the Immortal Pond of the Yao Pond. Only the most elite disciples can enter it, and those who can serve as elders in it naturally have extraordinary strength.
"Hahahahahaha, what does Jianzong think? I can turn my hands into clouds and rain. I look down on the world and stand proud of all the heroes. I can destroy your Jianzong with just a flick of my finger."
The roar of the white dragon roared in the sky.
The faces of all the Jianzong monks turned green.
Where did the dragon clan come from that does not know whether to live or die?
He was only an eighth-grade man, but he still dared to be so presumptuous in front of the Sword Sect.
"Ridiculous bug." Yu Hangong sneered, and his whole body seemed to turn into a sword. The man and the sword combined, turning into the supreme sword energy, and galloped away.
The huge and terrifying purple sword energy shot out, as if it was going to cut the white dragon's body into two ends.
With such power, not to mention the eighth-grade demon dragon, even the tenth-grade demonic dragon might not be able to stop it.
boom!
There was a flash of purple light.
Then there was a sound of wailing in the air.
"Ah ah ah, it hurts so much."
The body of the white dragon actually burst into brilliant light, and then was covered with a layer of ink-like darkness. Then it blocked the sword forcefully. Although a few dragon scales were chopped into pieces, it was obviously not injured.
Muscles and bones.
"It hurts me so much. These sword-playing guys really did a good job. My reverse dragon scales were almost unstoppable." Bai Long howled, but his tone was full of teasing.
With his level, he actually blocked the full blow of the God-Transforming Sword Cultivator.
No matter which angle you look at it, you are proud of yourself.
Yu Hangong frowned and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
"Me?" A huge white dragon head poked out from the black clouds. The dragon's horns were majestic, its breath was like a rainbow, its perfect curves and indifferent pupils were extremely ferocious.
"My uncle's name is Bai Qiling."
"I was chasing me back then, but I had no way to go to heaven, and I have no way to go to earth. Is it your sword sect's share of the same?"
"I'm here today to get some interest back."
"By the way, I'm helping a friend get revenge."
The roar of the dragon shook the mountain gate.
The disciples of the Sword Sect, who were at a slightly lower level, were shaken on the spot. If it were not for the protection of the mountain gate array, they would probably be shocked to death by the terrifying sound on the spot.
Most sword cultivators in the Sword Sect looked puzzled.
Because they couldn't understand what Xiao Bailong said.
After all, most of the monks of the Sword Sect don't pay attention to external matters, but focus on the sword.
But there were still some Sword Sect monks whose expressions changed slightly.
Because they know who the other person is.
"How is that possible?" Yu Hangong's eyes burst out with frightening golden light: "You should be dead. You were killed and your bones were cramped, and you fell into the abyss of the South China Sea forever."
"Yes, I did die once."
Little Bailong's eyes were full of hatred.
A huge dragon body appears.
The dragon scales on the back were basically all broken, leaving a ferocious and huge scar. Even the dragon's tail was chopped off in half, which was shocking.
"There is a branch of dragons under the South China Sea. In order to save me, they sacrificed the dragon beads of thousands of dragons to gather their remaining souls and rebuild their dragon bodies for me."
Xiao Bailong roared wildly: "I didn't expect that I am back again. This time, no one can kill me! No one!"
In a daze, endless dragon roars resounded throughout the heaven and earth.
Shocking.
Little Bailong finally escaped death.
After three years of lingering, the gold was washed away, the dragon body was recast, and the royal bloodline was fully activated. Now, even the black dragon princess was no longer afraid in front of him.
Although Yu Hangong was shocked, he was not frightened. He said coldly: "Then I will kill you again. It's just a Nascent Soul Dragon. The disciples of Xijianchi will obey the order and form my formation!"
"yes!"
The Sword Sect disciples in the Sword Washing Pool shouted one after another.
They came out with swords, more than one hundred and seventy people in total.
Everyone has at least the golden elixir realm.
The sword intent surging on their bodies was extremely terrifying.
More than one-third of them are Nascent Soul cultivators.
With the combined efforts of these people, I am afraid that the cultivator of the Transformation of God will also have to retreat.
Form a formation!
More than one hundred and seventy sword cultivators began to interweave their sword intentions, and then the sky trembled, the stars turned upside down, and the silhouettes passed by, triggering a terrifying aura to burst out. In an instant, tens of millions of swords seemed to be hanging in the void.
Heavenly Sword Formation
The sword light shines.
The endless sword energy threatens to cut the entire world into pieces.
"roar!"
The roar of the dragon resounded.
The little white dragon swooped down directly from the black clouds, as if it turned into a white catastrophe.
Rumble.
Everything was silent.
Dare to force your way into the Heavenly Sword Formation, you are simply crazy.
Even the God-Transforming Sword Cultivator would not dare to enter the Heavenly Sword Formation like this.
But that’s what Xiao Bailong did.
Moreover, a Jinghong shuttled through the endless sword energy, and it was able to avoid the conquests of thousands of swords with ease, which is simply breathtaking.
"What kind of movement is this?" Yu Hangong's eyes were full of shock.
Xiao Bailong laughed heartily: "Is this the so-called Heavenly Sword Formation? It's really boring."
I saw the little white dragon twisting its body, and a mighty aura suddenly emerged. The sword formation was shaken out, and an indescribable power of the ancestral dragon filled the air.
boom!
The Heavenly Sword Formation collapsed.
Hundreds of Sword Sect disciples vomited blood and flew out.
"The power of the ancestral dragon is indeed extraordinary." Little White Dragon sighed quietly.
He escaped death and his bloodline was activated. Because he had been baptized by the Hualong Pond, his body already contained the power of the ancestral dragon.