He Has a Dragon

In the center of the fierce battle, the golden sword shot out from time to time was extremely sharp, sweeping across and impacting the thin cyan sword, trying to break out of the world.

The green sword flowers seemed to be rootless water falling from the sky. They were extinguished one after another by the golden waves formed by the golden sword. However, new blue sword flowers appeared and continued to surround Mr. Six Fingers.

Bursts of murderous sword sounds swept across the entire battlefield and even this world.

Lines of cyan and golden sword light filled every corner, as if they were determined to crush the space they were in before they would stop.

This piece of plain has long been carved by the sword's rays with countless bottomless ravines and cracks. The lush flowers, plants and ancient trees have been wiped out, turning it into a broken wasteland without any grass left. It is no longer as complete as it was before the war started.

Even the Tianlan River not far away suffered from the disaster of Chiyu. Under the force of the sword, the sky-high water curtain that blocked the sky and the sun was crushed to pieces from time to time.

The fierce battle between the two masters of the late stage of martial arts, as time went by, affected a wider and wider area, including the Tianlan River, completely falling into the sun and the moon, the sky and the earth were dim, and there was no light anymore.

For a moment, Wang Le, who was wandering invisibly outside the battlefield, felt cold all over, as if he was in the end of the world, making people feel suffocated and desperate.

"This is the gap," Wang Le, who was invisible, had to admit that he sighed in his heart.

When he was outside the Forty-Nine City, Wang Le was completely shocked by the intense melee scene between earth-level masters. It opened his eyes to the fact that there are people outside the world, and there is a heaven outside the world.

But now seeing the battle between Qingyangzi and Mr. Liuzhi, the two peak masters of the late earth level, Wang Le recalled the scuffle scene between the earth level masters on the outskirts of Forty-Nine City, and couldn't help but feel that there was no comparison at all.

This made Wang Le finally understand that the gap between each realm in martial arts training was really like a ravine.

This is true even if it is a small realm difference.

At this time, Wang Le could not imagine how fierce and thrilling the fierce battle between heaven-level warriors would be.

Not to mention how grand the legendary peak battle between gods was. No wonder it will be recorded in history forever and will not be forgotten by future generations.

Just when Wang Le was feeling emotional, a sudden change occurred on the battlefield.

I saw Qingyangzi sheathing her sword and quickly breaking away from the battlefield on the ground, like a sharp arrow rushing into the sky.

Before Mr. Six Fingers could catch up,

Qingyangzi suddenly flicked the blue long sword with his finger, and with a "clang" sound, a sword sound filled the world.

The trembling sword body then transformed into countless sword shadows, making it difficult to tell the real from the real in an instant.

At this moment, Qingyangzi looked down at the ground and shouted with a solemn face: "Ten thousand swords return to the ruins!"

In an instant, the sword radiated with thousands of rays, covering the sky and the sun. Between the sky and the earth, only the green light that was too rich to be transformed bloomed and spread from Qingyangzi's hands, reaching far and wide.

Wang Le, who was standing in the distance, would have had to hide further away if he hadn't been in the invisible state due to the dragon's hidden power.

Because this green sword light is too sharp, it contains an unstoppable force, and the coldness it exudes makes people feel like they have fallen into an ice cave.

At this time, let alone Mr. Six Fingers who was inside, he showed an unprecedented dignified expression.

Because the Ten Thousand Swords Guixu used by Qingyangzi, as far as Mr. Liuzhi knows, was created by Xiaoyaozi, the number one person in the martial arts world, and the master of Guixu Guanxu. He can defeat the world in battle and no one can stop him.

In an instant, the sky was used as a sword tomb, and thousands of swords were buried there. There was no wind, and it seemed to break free from the sword tomb, and hit Mr. Six Fingers on the ground with a volley.

This could not help but put Mr. Liuzhi at a complete disadvantage for the first time, and he did not dare to let go of a head-on attack, because he knew that when Qingyangzi used Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Ruins, he could only defend to the death to protect himself through this round. From the beginning of the war to the present, only the most ferocious and fierce offensive frenzy can have any hope of victory.

Otherwise, if you can't survive it, the only result will be death with ten thousand swords piercing your heart.

The only good thing is that the Ten Thousand Swords Guixu was not cast in the hands of Guixu Guanzhu.

Wang Le, who was standing in the distance and was invisible, looked up at the sky under the dome, where thousands of swords were densely packed. Even if he was not a patient with trypophobia, his scalp felt numb.

He couldn't imagine how Mr. Six Fingers, as the one being attacked, could escape this round of attacks by ten thousand swords and save his life.

Between the lightning and flint, under the sky, ten thousand swords broke free, the swords shined brightly in the universe, like stars, volleying towards Liuzhi standing on the ground.

At this critical moment, Mr. Six Fingers, who was standing still on the ground, suddenly slapped his chest with his palm. A ball of scarlet blood the size of a baby's fist spit out from his mouth and hung in the air in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Six-Finger, whose face was smeared with a sickly crimson color on both sides, clenched the golden sword in his right hand without stopping, and pierced the scarlet blood essence with extreme precision.

I saw Mr. Liuzhi using his sword as a pen and blood as ink. At the same time, he pinched out his fingers with his left hand and said very quickly: "Use my essence and blood as a medium to attract the shield of heaven and earth to protect my mortal body."

Before the words could be heard, the innate power in Mr. Six Finger's Dantian was crazily injected into the long sword, his natal magical weapon, making a sharp trembling sound, and then the blood essence was used to transform into a mysterious, huge scarlet red ball similar to the Tai Chi pattern. Runes, covering the top of the head.

In this moment, thousands of swords in the sky returned to the ruins, and the sword light cut through thousands of floating clouds. When the situation changed, thousands of swords fired in unison, striking down in the sky.

And at this moment when it seemed to be slow but actually fast and extremely dangerous, the huge scarlet rune that resembled the Tai Chi pattern shook rapidly and made various weird roaring and tearing sounds.

Boom boom boom boom ba ba ba ba ba

In an instant, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were filled with fragments of time. It seemed like ten thousand years had passed, and it seemed like only one second had passed.

The strong wind howled, and the earth seemed to be trembling with fear. I saw the huge scarlet rune that resembled the Tai Chi pattern decomposed and torn apart, then returned to one. Then in the blink of an eye, there was a distant roar and a dazzling explosion. scarlet light

Then the light instantly converged again, and when he saw clearly again, he saw Mr. Liuzhi, who had no blood on his face, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was tightly wrapped in a golden round cocoon, which was covered with mini Tai Chi-like patterns. The scarlet runes circulated rapidly, blooming with rich scarlet light.

At this moment, ten thousand swords came from the sky, like a violent storm, hitting the golden round cocoon with scarlet runes flowing like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Biao Biao Biao

Dang Dang Dang

ping ping pong

The sword light was like rain, falling from the sky, turning into a raging wave of sword strikes, mercilessly beating on the golden round cocoon that stood motionless like a rock.

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