Chapter seven hundred and seventy seventh, don't come here
The little white dragon was frightened and showed his true body.
But he did not show his largest body shape.
Although that is powerful, it is too inflexible to face this situation.
He turned into a white dragon more than ten meters long, and the dragon breath spit out without hesitation, as if he was going to destroy the entire sword gate.
Snowflakes are floating all over the sky.
Silver light flashes.
This is not real blood, but a strange phenomenon caused by the sword energy induced to a certain extent.
Those who control swords must have a very high attainment in swordsmanship.
A cold light flashed between the snowflakes, which was so fast that it was outrageous. It directly cut off the dragon's breath and then slashed heavily on the little white dragon.
In an instant, blood was dripping.
Large pieces of dragon scales were cut off.
"Oh, it hurts so much." The little white dragon wailed.
Although this sword energy is terrifying, the little white dragon has a dragon body and a strong body. It is only injured when it resists this sword, but it actually does not hurt its muscles and bones.
But this is enough to make the little white dragon terrified.
Everyone looked at each other carefully.
I saw a swordsman in white clothes flying out of the sword gate. His sword eyebrows and starry eyes were quite handsome. The white sword in his hand was extremely thin, lingering in the mysterious Taoist rules, and sparkling white light.
The guardian of the sword washing pool of the Sword Sect - Ximen Zhen.
The white sword in his hand seemed just ordinary, but in fact it was the Ling Xue Jian, a magic sword born from the sword washing pool more than 700 years ago.
This sword was born on a snowy night, with white lights intertwined and snowflakes blooming between the world, magnificent and beautiful.
But there is a terrible murderous intent hidden in beauty.
This is an absolute murderous sword.
Ximen Zhen's realm may not be high, but he is at the middle level of the God Transformation, but he has been recognized by the Divine Sword, so he guards the sword washing pool and comprehends the sword intent, and hardly takes a step forward in the Sword Sect.
"I'm not from Qingyun Sect." Xiaobailong howled: "You want to kill them."
Ximen Zhen's eyes were cold and full of murderous intent: "Disturbing the peace of my Sword Sect, you will die too."
"You are crazy."
The little white dragon turned his head and saw Lin Xi who was watching the show behind him, and cursed: "Why are you still standing there? Help."
"Aren't you specializing in treating all kinds of madness? I'm waiting to see your performance."
"You...you knew there was an ambush in the sword washing pond?"
Lin Xi spread his hands: "Do you need to know in advance? How could there be no one guarding such an important place in the Sword Washing Pool? Even the arrogant dragon clan has to send people to guard the Dragon Transformation Pool."
"Although your words make sense, your expression is really worthy of a beating." Xiao Bailong gritted his teeth.
Lin Xi smiled and said, "Believe me, I will never be more worthy of a beating than when you were showing off."
There is no time to argue.
Ximen Zhen took action again.
The sword energy of the divine sword was almost nowhere to be found. When the sword move was used, thousands of sword energy were slashed out in an instant.
Everyone could only feel the bitter cold wind.
It seems like being in the vast snow-capped mountains.
But he could not sense any trace of sword energy.
"It is worthy of being the Tongtian Divine Sword, and such sword energy is really worthy of being the name of the Divine Sword." The ancestor Yuanhua couldn't help but exclaim.
Even he had never seen a few better magic swords than this.
The little white dragon was so scared that he spit out the dragon ball. The dragon ball was pure and flawless, emitting a bright light and turned into a light shield to cover himself.
This is the first time that the little white dragon was forced to use dragon balls to defend against the enemy.
It can be seen that Ximen Zhen has put a lot of pressure on him.
Click.
But the light shield broke open in that moment.
At least half of the sword energy slashed on the little white dragon.
"Oh, it hurts so much. Lord Zhenjun, help me." Xiao Bailong was covered in sword marks and shouted in pain, but he didn't seem very weak either.
The little white dragon who completely stimulated Wang Xue's body strength was far greater than that of ordinary white dragons, so he could withstand this attack.
But this does not mean that he can resist more.
After all, it is the Tongtian Divine Sword, and it is controlled by a cultivator at the level of God Transformation. Even if he cannot exert all the power of the Divine Sword, it is terrifying enough.
Of course, everyone would not watch the little white dragon be beaten to death.
The True Lord of Heavenly Demon took action.
A terrible blue flame followed.
The faint blue light was like the outer heavenly fire that melted the snow mountain. It just made Ximen Zhen stiff all over and could not raise the slightest idea of ​​resisting.
This is the flame derived from the dragon power of the Heavenly Demon True Lord.
Not a real flame.
It contains the original power of the True Lord of Heavenly Demon.
It was naturally huge and extremely large. It was obviously just a ball of blue flame, but it seemed like the entire universe was crushing heavily.
Ximen Zhen stared at the flames.
The flames floated so slowly.
But he just couldn't move, so he could only watch the blue flame slowly crashing into him.
boom!
Ximen's chest was blown through directly.
The blood was evaporated, leaving only a dead hollow.
His face turned very pale in an instant.
He just suffered a severe injury, the Nascent Soul is still there, and the Yuanshen is not destroyed.
He is not dead.
But there is almost no backhand power.
"External." Ximen Zhen's white clothes were bleak, holding the Ling Xue sword in his hand tightly, his waist was straight like a sword that would rather bend, and his eyes were full of firmness: "Get out."
He is the guardian of the sword wash pool.
He is also the last defender of the Sword Sect now.
Unfortunately, he is from the Sword Sect.
So he couldn't survive.
The True Lord of Heavenly Demon sighed, and the blue flames burst out again, burning out his vitality.
Ximen Zhen stood there and did not fall down, but his eyes were empty.
He is dead.
Lin Xi was silent for a moment and couldn't help but bow with respect.
Although the position is different.
But even if the other party dies, he is still admirable.
There are many people who feel this way.
Everyone fell into a brief silence.
It's like a collective silence.
"Damn it, it hurts me so much." The little white dragon turned into a human form again, grinning in pain, and then stepped forward without hesitation to snatch the Ling Xue sword in Ximen Zhen's hand.
"Hmph, this is my medical expenses, you can't compete with me."
Everyone looked at him speechlessly.
It's really not good to do anything, it's the first place to destroy the atmosphere.
"You can control it?" Lin Xi didn't believe it very much.
Such a magical sword is too spiritual.
It is difficult to get recognition.
Even a fusion monk can hardly force it to recognize its master.
"Tsk, what's the matter..." Xiao Bailong was about to express his disdain, but because he was slapped in the face repeatedly, he still felt guilty and looked at Ling Xuejian in his hand nervously.
Sure enough, Ling Xuejian suddenly burst out with a terrifying white light at this moment.
Snow falls on the sky and the earth.
Endless white marks swept through the void.
It seems that the world is going to be divided into countless parts.
The little white dragon was so scared that he quickly threw away Ling Xuejian: "Good guy, then I don't want it!"
But for some reason, Ling Xuejian floated in the air and continued to attack the little white dragon.
No one else attacks, but he specifically attacks Xiao Bailong alone.
"Ahhh, it's not okay if you don't want it? Don't come here!" The little white dragon turned his head and ran away in fear.
One dragon and one sword actually started chasing the sword sect.
Of course, it's a sword chasing the dragon.
Lin Xi looked up at the scene and scratched her chin: "Forget it, ignore him, let's go to the sword washing pond."
Anyway, depending on this situation, Xiao Bailong will have nothing to do in a short period of time.