The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Everyone's eyes were attracted by Long Ao's empty palm, and when they were wondering what Long Ao was going to do, the old tree in the distance suddenly made an explosion.

Everyone was startled and looked back, a look of horror flashing in their eyes.

The sharp sword that had previously sunk into the tree trunk turned around and stabbed Ge Shixiong in the back.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded behind him. Ge Shixiong's face darkened, and he blocked his back with a swing of the iron Zen staff in his hand.

"when!"

A crisp sound sounded, and the iron Zen staff in Ge Shixiong's hand did not crack, but blocked the flying sword controlled by Long Ao.

On the teahouse in the distance, Li Yang was making tea for Ao Fan respectfully, but his eyes glanced in the direction of the arena from time to time, with a hint of worry flashing in his eyes from time to time.

"Interesting, it's actually a magic weapon. It seems like the Western Sect has spent a lot of money on it."

Hearing Ao Fan's voice, Li Yang's heart moved and he asked respectfully: "Uncle, this magical weapon..."

"It won't hurt Long Ao, just watch."

After hearing this, Li Yang finally calmed down and stopped thinking too much.

At this time in the arena, Long Ao saw that his flying sword was blocked, and there was no look of surprise on his face. With a move of his wrist, the flying sword turned and returned to Long Ao.

Everyone was a little surprised to see that Long Ao was actually able to attack with a sword, but seeing how fierce the attack was at this time, they couldn't help but start to compare it with their own ability to control objects, and they couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

After engaging in the two attacks, Gao Shizhong was extremely vigilant and did not dare to look down on Long Ao at all.

This sword control technique is much more difficult to deal with than I thought.

Just when Unparalleled Ambition was alert, Long Ao waved with one hand, and the sharp sword in front of him drew a semicircle in mid-air, and then dozens of long swords appeared in front of Long Ao.

Looking at this scene blankly, Gai Shixiong's spiritual energy couldn't help but stagnated, and he looked at Long Ao with a horrified face.

"H-how is this possible!?"

Everyone under the high platform was also shocked. Cheng Yaojin rubbed his eyes fiercely, looked at Long Ao and said: "My dear, Old Cheng, am I dazzled!? You didn't drink at all this morning?"

The next second, Ge Shixiong clearly saw the corners of Long Ao's mouth raised slightly, and his mind couldn't help but stagnate.

"Scatter~"

An extremely dull voice sounded, and then Long Ao waved his wrist, and the flying swords around him instantly spread out and shot towards Ge Shixiong.

Unprepared at all, Ge Shixiong's expression suddenly changed when he felt the fierce killing intent. He waved the iron Zen staff in his hand, intending to block the flying sword.

The spiritual energy on his body instantly burst into a cyclone, and countless air currents enveloped the unparalleled heroes.

Watching this scene, Master Tanzhi immediately clenched his fists nervously, while Yang Lin, who was standing aside, watched with great interest.

Even in this situation, he can do it, but Long Ao's flying sword is a little more difficult to deal with.

After a while of random thoughts, Ge Shixiong managed to hold on for only a few breaths before he felt a pain in his leg. He ducked and narrowly avoided the flying sword that pierced his neck.

The bone-deep wound on his calf made Ge Shixiong's face instantly turn pale, and he gritted his teeth before reluctantly standing up.

"when!"

Blocking the flying sword that was stabbing in front of him, Ge Shixiong suddenly felt a sharp pain on his shoulder, and a flying sword stabbed his shoulder again.

In just a short period of time, he was injured several times by Long Ao, and Ge Shixiong's face turned extremely pale.

As if he had had enough fun, Long Ao moved his wrist, and the flying swords surrounding Gai Shixiong suddenly turned and aimed at Gai Shixiong and stabbed him.

Seeing the critical moment of life and death, a cold light flashed in Gaishixiong's eyes, and he shouted loudly. Then he saw the spiritual energy on his body suddenly exploded, and a rune formation appeared beside him, wrapping Gaishixiong.

A sneer appeared on Long Ao's face, full of contempt.

A dignified practitioner actually has to arrange runes in advance to perform formations?

The power of the sword remained unabated, and in an instant it pierced the formation released by Gai Shixiong.

Everyone was stunned at this time. It was really hard for them to imagine that the two of them were fighting so dizzyingly.

On the other hand, Ao Fan, who was sitting on the teahouse in the distance, watched with great interest and had no intention of worrying about Long Ao.

Li Yang's face became a little anxious when he saw that the peerless hero was performing a technique that could only be used by a master.

The tip of the sword was touching the formation, as if it was blocked by the formation. There was no trace of anxiety on Long Ao's face, he just looked at Gai Shixiong quietly.

At this time, Gai Shixiong thought that he had blocked the sharp sword, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Ge Shixiong's ears.

"You have surrounded yourself so tightly, have you thought about how to get out?"

Gai Shixiong sneered, looked at Long Ao and said, "Are you out of ideas?"

Seeing that Gai Shixiong was so confident, Long Ao laughed, shook his head and raised his hand, holding it tightly with one hand. The sharp sword surrounding Gai Shixiong condensed for an instant, and then was suddenly sent forward.

"Click~"

There was a slight cracking sound, and the dozens of flying swords instantly penetrated the formation around Gai Shixiong. Gai Shixiong's face was horrified, and the flying swords pierced into Gai Shixiong's body one after another.

"Pfft~wow!"

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth instantly, and countless amounts of blood suddenly spurted out from the dozen or so wounds on Ge Shixiong's body.

A chill instantly enveloped everyone's hearts, and they didn't recover for a long time.

Long Ao waved his hand, and a dozen flying swords instantly turned into light and disappeared. At this time, the flying sword also turned into one and flew back to Long Ao's hand.

With his spiritual energy dissipated and his life gone, Ge Shixiong suddenly fell to his knees on the high platform, and there was no movement at all.

Everyone suddenly came back to their senses and looked at Long Ao standing on the high platform with his hands behind his back in horror, with a trace of confusion on his expression.

It was too strong, and they thought it would be difficult for them to deal with Long Ao with just one person, but each family had their own thoughts, and it would be extremely difficult to join forces.

For a long time, Long Ao stood alone on the high platform, looking at people from all walks of life, motionless as if he had finished his work.

Seeing that no one came on stage, Long Ao showed a playful smile and said sarcastically: "Heroes, aren't you scared?"

Cheng Yaojin was not angry when he heard this. He had been valued by Long Ao from the beginning, and the other party was so powerful. He thought he was not his opponent, so there was no need to go up and feel uncomfortable.

Besides, this was obviously directed at other people. What does it have to do with him, Cheng Yaojin?

Thinking of this, Cheng Yaojin actually rode his horse and retreated to the side to separate himself from the anti-kings who were seeking death, lest Long Ao accidentally hurt him.