The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The battle in mid-air is still going on, but it just looks a little weird.

Gan Jiang, who was like crazy, kept attacking Huang Long, but Huang Long was able to deal with Gan Jiang's attacks with ease. He didn't look tired at all, and seemed very relaxed and content.

At this time, Sun Wukong actually felt comfortable watching Huang Long's battle.

The general holding the divine sword was fully devoted to his battle at this time, and the long sword in his hand kept dancing, but every time the total was calculated by Huang Long, it was just right.

"Ding~"

With a crisp sound, the divine sword in Gan Jiang's hand was easily pushed aside by Huang Long.

There was a loud noise of "Boom!"

The sword that was stabbed at Huang Long was instantly knocked away by Huang Long.

The powerful force was released and instantly flattened a distant mountain.

Looking at this scene in stunned silence, everyone suddenly came back to their senses and realized how cruel the sword that the general had just struck was.

The expression on Huang Long's face remained unchanged, as if the move just now was not aimed at him.

A white light was drawn from his hand, and it wrapped around the sword in the blink of an eye.

Huang Long's slightly closed eyes opened instantly, and the sword in his hand also changed. From the previous elegant feeling, it instantly became sharp.

If it was a spring breeze before, now it is like a violent storm.

The sword light shrouded the general like rain, but in the blink of an eye, many tears were left in the clothes on the general.

As if he didn't want to kill the general, most of the moves Huang Long used at this time were just to force him back.

The cold light in Ganjiang's eyes flashed away, and he stepped back suddenly, offering the divine sword in his hand. With a wave of his arm, countless clones of the divine sword were condensed.

Looking at the thousands of divine swords in front of Gan Jiang, Huang Long was unafraid and even wanted to laugh a little.

"Sometimes having more numbers doesn't mean you can win. Maybe it's just giving away heads."

Hearing this, Gan Jiang was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and black light surged around his body. In an instant, countless black lights gathered together, gradually condensing into a huge black sword, and appeared behind Gan Jiang.

Looking at the black sword that emerged, an inexplicable smile appeared on Huang Long's face. With a move of his wrist, a strong sword intent surged out of his body.

"Crack!"

There was a shattering sound, and countless cracks appeared on the surface of the long sword in Huang Long's hand.

Sun Wukong raised his head and looked up into the sky, only to see that many cracks suddenly appeared in the sky that was originally motionless.

This scene naturally shocked many people, and everyone looked up at this terrifying scene.

"boom!"

An extremely strong sword intent washed down from the sky, and among the cracks that appeared in the sky, a sharp sword slowly slid out from the cracks.

Gan Jiang stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence, and the divine sword in his hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

After glancing at the general's current state, Huang Long was not in a hurry. With a turn of his wrist, the original fragments on the surface of the sword in his hand began to slowly fall off.

Not long after, a cold light flashed out from the surface of the sword.

"about there."

A faint voice sounded, Huang Long's wrist moved slightly, and the long swords suspended in the sky fell one after another.

Seeing this scene, the cold light in the general's eyes flashed away, and he raised his arms suddenly. The sword array that was originally facing Huang Long turned around and faced the sword falling from the sky.

One is a sword formation, and the other controls thousands of divine swords.

As soon as the two collided, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and then a very strong sword intent spread from the sky.

After just one face-to-face meeting, the general was half-kneeling on the ground unable to move.

Looking up at the sky, I saw that the originally dense sword formation was now only left with a single long sword struggling to support it.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Gan Jiang never expected that with just one move, his sword array would be broken by Huang Long, leaving him almost no room for resistance.

Watching this scene, Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with light, and after a moment, it finally turned into a sigh.

"As expected, he is someone whom Master always praises. This move is really terrifyingly powerful."

As for the uncle on the side, he finally understood why the empress wanted to hand over the Netherworld Sword to Huang Long.

The shocking move just now actually contained the luck of the netherworld. This Huanglong had actually connected his own luck with the luck of the netherworld! ?

It seemed that he was unwilling to give up. Before the black sword behind the general could be dispersed, countless black lights lit up and slowly enveloped the general. When the general appeared again, his eyes had become pitch black.

Seeing that the sword demon was finally fully revealed, Huang Long's eyes flashed, and he suddenly took a step forward without any warning.

In an instant, he was close to his body.

The generals and gods in the sky suddenly turned around and struck Huang Long's back with a sharp blade.

A faint white light appeared behind Huang Long, and then he saw the Ganjiang Divine Sword that was shooting towards Huang Long steadily stopping in mid-air.

The dazzling golden light released from the tip of the sword seemed to have exhausted the sword's power, but it did not penetrate the thin golden light barrier.

Countless golden threads extended from Huang Long's back, wrapping the black long sword.

As the golden thread began to tighten, a cracking sound was heard, and countless black lights burst out uncontrollably from the gaps in the golden thread.

On the other hand, Gan Jiang's body trembled suddenly, and then he began to cough violently.

In the blink of an eye, the black sword shattered into pieces, while Gan Jiang continued to vomit blood.

Huang Long stretched out his hand and thrust it into Gan Jiang's chest. With a slight movement of his wrist, Gan Jiang's eyes suddenly opened wide and he looked at Huang Long in disbelief.

His arm suddenly retracted, and Huang Long actually held a sword hilt in his hand.

A long sword with black light shining all over was peeled out of Gan Jiang's body by Huang Long.

Everyone was shocked as they looked at the black sword in Huang Long's hand with their mouths open.

"This, this is a magic sword!?"

Tu Bo looked at the black sword in Huang Long's hand with some confusion. He felt that the aura on the sword was indescribably cold, and there was a strong chill, which made everyone present look surprised.

"The magic sword has become one with you, and you haven't even noticed it yet."

Looking at the magic sword in his hand, Huang Long sighed, and then looked at the general's already breathless appearance, and became even more silent.

There is no hope of saving the general. Although he forcibly separated the demon sword from the opponent's body, the demon sword has been integrated with the opponent's heart.

When the magic sword leaves the body, the general will naturally die.

Frowning at the general, Huang Long was stunned when he saw that the general showed a smile.

"Being able to die in the hands of His Holiness can be considered a relief."

Hearing what Gan Jiang said, Huang Long's brows furrowed even more tightly, and the regret in his heart finally turned into a long sigh.

A white light condensed from his hand and he swiped in the air, and a door shining with white light appeared in front of Huang Long.