I seized the Demon Emperor

Since his words failed to impress the other party, Li Yuanlong stopped talking.

He had been on guard and preparing secretly since early morning.

Facing the invisible sword of the empress, he punched out.

The powerful black dragon stretched out in the air and rushed towards the empress.

With the intersection of ten dragons, the fist meaning of this Qiankun Dragon Fist also contains the exquisite power of the other nine dragons.

It has all the advantages in one body, and at the same time, it takes the fierce and sharp attack of Qiankun Dragon as the core.

Compared with the nine dragons in the past, although there is only one more layer of power realm, it seems to have undergone a qualitative change.

The giant dragon with a length of several hundred meters danced in the sky, shaking the world.

When the dragon scales opened and closed, clouds of dragon power emerged, covering and protecting Li Yuanlong's whole body, and also surrounded Yan Mingkong, making her body like a quagmire.

Under the suppression of dragon power, the power in her body seemed to be disturbed.

The majestic and domineering light in the black dragon's eyes was so bright and awe-inspiring.

Li Yuanlong, who had broken through to the 14th realm and reached the state of trance, used a dragon fist to transform the black dragon, which was more majestic and domineering than the real fire dragon, like a living adult dragon.

Yan Mingkong was unmoved and nodded thoughtfully.

"Ten dragons combined into one, almost comparable to the Great Heavenly Demon Hand..."

As she spoke, she seemed to hold the air with her right hand and sent it forward.

Then, the air suddenly became cold.

The time and space in the vicinity seemed to be frozen together.

The black dragon transformed by Li Yuanlong's fist seemed to be still in mid-air for a moment.

The huge black dragon, its body condensed in mid-air and did not move.

The spiritual light in its eyes also disappeared for a moment at this time.

A living real dragon seemed to have turned into a sculpture.

The next moment, time and space seemed to return to normal.

The huge body of the black dragon also started to move again, and continued to rush towards Yan Mingkong.

However, the essence in the dragon's eyes did not reappear.

The dragon's roar stopped abruptly.

From the dragon's head, there seemed to be an ice-blue light bursting out.

The dragon's head, which was like a small mountain peak, had a gap in the middle of its eyes.

Then, just like the small mountain peak was split in half, the black dragon's head also split in half!

There was no blood on the wound.

It was not because this dragon was transformed by Li Yuanlong's fist, but because the wounds of the black dragon were all covered with frost and frozen.

The frost also froze the life force in it.

Among Li Yuanlong's Ten Dragon King Fists, the Emerald Dragon Fist is good at healing and restoring energy, and the main one is invincible.

If the other nine dragons are damaged, the Emerald Dragon Fist will provide timely treatment and support.

With vigorous vitality, it not only protects Li Yuanlong himself, but also protects the other nine dragon fists.

But at this moment, the fist intent of the Emerald Dragon Fist in the black dragon's body also disappeared.

Or to be more precise, it was the Emerald Dragon that was "killed" first.

Frost condensed in the split body of the black dragon.

On the ice surface, the images of the Emerald Dragon and other nine dragons were reflected.

But without exception, the heads were split in half.

One sword, ten dragons were killed!

All the fist intents were killed by this sword!

Until Yan Mingkong made a move, it was even invisible and traceless.

The netherworld is invisible, and the divine blade drinks blood!

With the invisible netherworld divine blade, I want to drink the blood of the demon!

Today I kill the dragon, and I also drink the dragon blood, invincible.

A layer of green air also appeared on Li Yuanlong's face.

The invisible sword edge was from top to bottom, and it was determined to kill the whole body of the black dragon, including Li Yuanlong himself.

However, Li Yuanlong's expression was still calm.

"It's not that I'm lucky." He said, "It's that you're unlucky."

The cracking of the black dragon's body suddenly stopped.

The invisible sword seemed to suddenly encounter an obstacle that it could not cut through.

The ice-blue light in the empress's eyes suddenly became dazzling.

In her field of vision, there was something hidden in the black dragon's body that she had cut through.

That Qiankun Dragon Fist was just Li Yuanlong's trick.

The thing in the black dragon's body was his real killer to deal with the empress's sword.

A stone tablet.

Two ancient and profound characters were written on the stone tablet.

"Release the sword".

There was no powerful breath of power flowing out of this sword-removing tablet, nor was there any profound artistic conception.

But the strange thing was that the empress's extremely fierce and cold, as if the invincible and invincible Netherworld Divine Edge, stopped its invincible steps when it met this stone tablet.

The empress's hand holding the sword even trembled slightly.

She frowned.

It was not her hand that was shaking, but her sword.

Her sword seemed to be trying to break free from her palm.

The Sword-Removing Monument, the sword is released when it encounters the monument, and the sword is suppressed by the monument.

Knowing that the Sword Emperor Wang Jian was not of the same mind as him, knowing that the head of the Suzaku Hall of the Demon Cult might secretly possess a stunning sword technique, and even because of Wang Jian's words, when he first heard that the Demon Emperor might also be good at swordsmanship, Li Yuanlong never panicked, precisely because of the Sword-Removing Monument in his hand!

If possible, Li Yuanlong would try not to use this trump card before.

Because from the original intention, this was something he prepared for the Sword Pavilion Master Tao Wangji...

The trump card is known to people, which inevitably arouses taboos and guards.

But now, it doesn't matter to Li Yuanlong.

Yan Mingkong's sword was unsheathed, and he slashed against the god!

If he dared to take it lightly, he might die at any time under the sword of the opponent in the thirteenth realm in front of him.

Under the effect of the Sword-Removing Monument, Yan Mingkong's sword finally revealed its true face.

An icy blue light gradually emerged from the white jade-like palm.

A three-foot-long ice sword appeared in Yan Mingkong's hand.

At this moment, a trace of deep red appeared on the hilt of the ice sword, as if blood flowed from Yan Mingkong's palm and penetrated into the ice sword.

The blood line continued to extend in the ice sword until the tip of the sword.

From this ice sword, a misty sword energy was stimulated as a whole, and the sword energy was like the cold magic atmosphere rushing out of the gate of the netherworld, killing the black dragon.

But after encountering the sword-breaking monument, it stopped and could not continue.

There was no brilliance on the ordinary stone monument, as if it was nothing special, but it was unique and magical.

Yan Mingkong's hand became more and more stable, and the ice sword he held gradually stabilized.

But the front end of the sword began to slowly break, scattered into tiny ice crystals, and drifted around.

"Good, it's better to break than to bend!" While Li Yuanlong praised, his hands were not slow at all.

Immediately, both hands came out together.

A Qiankun Dragon Fist.

A Thunder Dragon Fist.

The black dragon was domineering, and its attack was still fierce.

The thunder dragon roared, as if a series of thunderbolts were exploding.

The dragon roar did not act on the outside, but directly attacked the soul of the person.

Before being broken by the Demon Emperor, the Sanskrit sound of Qingliang Temple had always been known as the first sound killing skill in the vast land of Shenzhou.

The Thunder Dragon Fist in the Nine Dragon Emperor Fist of the Great Xia Dynasty was also famous.

Now that Li Yuanlong had reached the fourteenth realm, he would use the Thunder Dragon Fist again, which was even more magnificent and domineering than the Sanskrit sound of Master Mingjue, "Bing Maha", who was not injured and in his prime in the past.

The Thunder Dragon's pupils flashed with divine light, as if thunder was exploding one after another.

Li Yuanlong wanted to use this fist to break Yan Mingkong's defense.

Although Yan Mingkong's defense was strong, Li Yuanlong did not think that she could be as all-round and without dead ends as Dingtian Divine Art.

From the beginning, the Thunder Dragon Fist was his killer move against Yan Mingkong.

The first move, Qiankun Dragon Fist, was just a bait.

It was a prelude to unlock the Sword Monument, to lure Yan Mingkong to draw his sword without any scruples.

After the Thunder Dragon Fist shocked Yan Mingkong's soul and caused a chain of landslides and collapse in his defense, Qiankun Dragon Fist exerted its destructive power and won with one strike.

Yan Mingkong's eyes were bright as he looked at the unlocking Sword Monument.

He did not take Li Yuanlong's fierce attack seriously.

Li Yuanlong saw this and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Then, the next moment, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared in Yan Mingkong's other hand.

A flash of blood-red sword light.

Li Yuanlong's heart was startled.

Yan Mingkong held the sword with both hands, one hand holding a constantly shattering ice sword.

In the other hand, there was a three-foot-long strange ancient sword.

The blade was blood-red, flashing an evil and fierce light.

Endless chill was revealed from it.

Then, Yan Mingkong swung the blood sword.

This time, it was the turn of the Jiejian Tablet, which had been as steady as a mountain in the air, to suddenly shake.

The stone tablet and the blood sword in Yan Mingkong's hand shook at the same time.

Then, the blood-red ancient sword flew out of Yan Mingkong's hand.

Li Yuanlong was shocked to find that the Jiejian Tablet had also escaped his control.

The stone tablet in the air floated up and fell down.

In the end, it was the Jiejian Tablet that suppressed the blood-red ancient sword.

But this strange stone tablet had no time to care about others.

The ice sword in Yan Mingkong's hand instantly returned to its original state.

Hot blood flowed in the ice.

The ice sword instantly disappeared and disappeared again.

The bloodstains were no longer there, and Yan Mingkong's palm was still as flawless as a white jade.

The cold and dark door opened again, and the deadly killing wind blew out from it, sweeping across this world.

The invisible and invisible God drank the dragon's blood again!

Li Yuanlong changed his tactics almost as soon as Yan Mingkong's tangible blood-red ancient sword appeared.

The opponent's strength was completely beyond his expectation.

There was no benefit in continuing the battle.

In addition to Yan Mingkong, Chen Luoyang and Yuwenfeng might also catch up at any time.

Li Yuanlong could vaguely feel that the movement of another battlefield in the distance was gradually calming down.

The winner may have been decided between Chen Luoyang and Hong Qing.

Li Yuanlong's Thunder Dragon Fist remained unchanged, hoping to interfere with Yan Mingkong.

The Qiankun Dragon Fist immediately changed into the Cloud Dragon Fist, combining the fist technique and the body technique, and the speed was unleashed, retreating far away at the first time.

But between heaven and earth, time and space seemed to stagnate for a moment.

The invisible sword edge swung past, and the huge thunder dragon was immediately separated from its head and body.

The thunderous sound of a series of thunderbolts stopped abruptly without any signs.

Yan Mingkong made a third sword.

Ruyunlong, who was about to fly away, still couldn't avoid this invisible and traceless sword in mid-air.

The huge dragon body was killed again.

There was an ice-blue sword mark in the sky, like a wound in the sky.

Li Yuanlong groaned and fell from mid-air.

He endured the injury and finally didn't fall directly to the ground. He continued to flee without looking back, but his movements were slow and extremely embarrassed.

Yan Mingkong exhaled lightly, and a light blue color appeared on his face, which lasted for a long time.

She waved her hand, and the sword-breaking monument and the blood-red ancient sword returned to her palm at the same time.

While putting away the things, Yan Mingkong looked at the direction where Li Yuanlong fled, and at the same time felt something in his heart.

The figures of Chen Luoyang and Yuwenfeng appeared on the other side of the horizon.

PS: Today is the fourth update, the old book will be updated on 15/30, keep working hard and fight to the last moment.