He Has a Dragon

In a blink of an eye, Wang Le confirmed that it was safe and no one could see the battlefield deep in the clouds. He thought to himself: "I can't let this old man go under any circumstances today, so let's fight quickly!"

As his mind wandered, golden light flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and the Dragon's hidden power of the Eye of Deception was activated instantly, and he disappeared into the battlefield.

Song Hongjiang, who was about to escape, saw Wang Le suddenly disappearing from sight, and a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart, and a bad feeling filled his heart.

At this moment, Song Hongjiang released his heaven-level consciousness without hesitation, and was also unable to locate the true body of the king who suddenly disappeared.

"What kind of invisibility technique is this? It's so weird!" Song Hongjiang thought with an ugly face.

At this moment, Song Hongjiang panicked from the bottom of his heart and was about to turn around and fly away.

At this moment, Wang Le, who was in an invisible state, had taken out the artifact butterfly from the Dharma Eye Space, and then frantically injected his body's magic power into it.

Fortunately, after more than a month of hard training deep in the canyon using high-grade source stone veins, Wang Le's cultivation level has become more advanced, and he can barely withstand the mana required to activate the artifact butterfly.

If it were more than a month ago, after a hard battle, it would be simply impossible to activate the artifact butterfly.

It can be seen from this that Wang Le's cultivation speed is so fast that no one in the entire martial arts world can surpass him.

Closer to home, when the invisible Wang Le took out the artifact butterfly from the magic eye space and injected it with magic power, and locked the target object, Song Hongjiang felt as if he was being stared at by the demon hiding in the darkness.

This feeling of being unable to resist immediately frightened Song Hongjiang out of his wits. Without hesitation, he turned into a blood-red light and flew towards the end of the night.

At the same time, a huge butterfly shadow appeared above Song Hongjiang's head, instantly completely covering the bright moon hanging in the sky.

At this moment, Song Hongjiang, who was turning into a blood-red light and trying to escape, faced this huge butterfly shadow. It was like Sun Wukong fell into the hands of Tathagata Buddha. He tried all kinds of methods in vain and couldn't escape. This life in prison!

There was an explosion in Song Hongjiang's mind. As a heaven-level powerhouse from the Jinglei Pavilion of the hidden world, he immediately realized what kind of terrifying thing he had encountered!

But just because he knew what he had encountered, Song Hongjiang's face was full of disbelief, and at the same time, for the first time, boundless fear and deep despair were revealed in his eyes!

"How can you have a god..."

Before Song Hongjiang could finish his unwilling words, the huge butterfly's phantom wings moved imperceptibly, pierced through the void and swooped over at a speed invisible to the naked eye, completely submerging Song Hongjiang in an instant.

Suddenly, the huge butterfly turned into invisible air and disappeared deep into the high-altitude clouds.

Then Song Hongjiang disappeared, not even a scrap was left, only one-third of the sword body of the blood thunder sword, the life magic weapon, fell from the depths of the high-altitude clouds to the ground...

Wang Le was not the first to use the artifact butterfly, but he still gasped in fright.

Because the power of the artifact butterfly is so terrifying that it makes people awe-inspiring, and this is not the greatest power that the artifact butterfly can exert.

Wang Le could not imagine how terrifying the artifact butterfly could be when it was in the hands of Zhuang Zhou, the ancestor of Nanhua.

Just when Wang Le was fascinated for a while, he suddenly felt weak in his body, and then he quickly gathered his thoughts. His face under the mask was even more pale.

After all, after a battle with a strong man in the early stage of heaven level, and a large amount of mana was consumed to activate the artifact butterfly, Wang Le, even an iron man, was a little overwhelmed.

Immediately, the invisible Wang Le took out two high-grade source stones from the Dharma Eye Space and held them tightly in his hands.

In this way, the mana consumed in Dantian can be quickly replenished.

At this time, the onlookers who had not dispersed on the ground did not know what the battle was like deep in the clouds high in the sky, but the moment Wang Le activated the artifact butterfly to kill Song Hongjiang, the coercion emanating from it was incomparable. It was so far away that everyone on the ground felt the throbbing and trembling of their hearts!

Hai Wuya looked up at the sky where the bright moon had reappeared with a solemn face, his eyes filled with wonder and passion. In a voice that only he could hear, he murmured to himself: "He really has the Nanhua Temple in his hand that has been lost for thousands of years." , the magical butterfly that only exists in legends!"

At the same time, Luo Xian, the city lord of Wushuang City who was watching the battle in another place, felt the coercion emanating from the artifact butterfly. He completely forgot to breathe and his mind went blank.

It wasn't until an earth-level expert next to him screamed in surprise that Luo Xian came back to his senses and saw the Blood-Thunder Sword with only one-third of its body left falling from high altitude to the ground.

With a "clang" sound, the Blood Thunder Sword landed on the stone slab on the ground not far from Luo Xian, and the last third of the Blood Thunder Sword's body also fell into metal fragments of different sizes. Complete destruction.

"This is..." There were warriors in the crowd who were so confused that they didn't dare to finish their words.

An earth-level powerhouse standing next to Luo Xian couldn't help but swallow his saliva, trying to relieve his nervousness, and said with a slight stutter: "Blood Thunder Sword...Song Hongjiang died like this?"

Luo Xian took a deep breath and said softly with disbelief on his face: "He should be dead."

There was silence in the crowd at first, and then there was a roar, followed by exclamations and shouts.

"Oh my God! What did I see? I witnessed a miracle! Someone can actually cross-level and kill an early-stage heaven-level strongman with an earth-level cultivation level!"

"Who is this guy called the Emperor? Which rock crack did he jump out of? He actually jumped over the ranks and killed Song Hongjiang, a powerful person in the Jinglei Pavilion of the Hidden World!"

"This is not a cross-level kill of a small realm within a large realm, but a cross-level kill of a large realm with an earth-level cultivation level. How long has it been since such a thing has happened in the martial arts world? One hundred Year? Two hundred years? Or five hundred years ago when the environment of heaven and earth did not change greatly? "

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At this moment, amid the chaotic and noisy discussions, all the warriors watching the battle in Wushuang City were frightened crazy by this cross-level battle, because Song Hongjiang's fall was completely beyond their imagination.

While the spectators on the ground were talking about it, the two high-grade Origin Stones that Wang Le held tightly in his hands quickly turned into powder and floated high in the sky.

Wang Le, who recovered from his weakness, first removed his Dragon Hidden Power and reappeared in the air. Then he flew away from the depths of the clouds and plummeted towards the Wushuang City on the ground. He soon appeared on the ground to watch. In the sight of the warrior.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly became silent.