The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Shiva did not expect that Ao Fan raised his hand and made a big move.

Looking up at the divine sword falling from the sky, the expression on Shiva's face instantly became ugly.

A glimmer of light flashed through his eyes. Shiva raised his hand and a golden light filled the air, spreading quickly above his head.

At the same time, the long sword quickly pierced the barrier.

The saint's moves are never as simple as they look. The sword was blocked instantly as soon as the barrier opened.

But before Shiva could recover, he saw that the divine sword only stayed for a moment, and then quickly pierced the barrier.

Shiva chuckled, seemingly not caring that the barrier was pierced.

The next second, I saw several layers of golden light unfolding under the barrier that had just been pierced.

On the rapidly unfolding golden light, different runes were overlapped, and a holy power spread from the runes, causing the divine sword used by Ao Fan to falter in an instant.

The already ordinary divine sword was completely blocked in an instant.

Looking at Ao Fan with a sneer, Shiva said in a cold voice: "You, the remnant of the dragon clan, actually plan to defeat me with just a magic sword. Are you stupid or are you stupid?"

His eyes fell on the divine sword, and a trace of greed flashed in Shiva's eyes.

"Since you came to die in person and brought such a divine sword with you, I reluctantly accepted it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shiva stretched out his hand and grabbed the divine sword. With his light movements, he seemed to feel that the divine sword must be his.

Looking at Shiva's greedy look, Ao Fan chuckled and said, "I don't know whether to live or die."

"What?"

Hearing what Ao Fan said, Shiva's expression changed instantly, and he frowned and looked at Ao Fan. He really couldn't figure out what other methods Ao Fan could use to get it out.

He didn't notice Ao Fan's cultivation level from beginning to end. After all, for such a young person to be able to use such a divine sword and operate it so normally, his cultivation level must not be high.

But when he heard Ao Fan say this, Shiva was naturally a little confused.

Is it possible that this young man has other tricks up his sleeve?

At that stunned moment, a dragon's power gradually filled Ao Fan's body.

Shiva only sensed it for a moment, but his expression changed instantly, and his expression was full of horror.

"This is... Holy Power!?"

At this time, Shiva looked at Ao Fan as if he had seen a ghost, and took a step back. Ao Fan kept shaking his head as he watched the changes in his body.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Where can the saint from the Dragon Clan come from!?"

Shiva knew very well that the dragon clan in South Mantuo Continent was quite weak. Even Luo Xuan could have become the ceiling of the dragon clan a hundred years ago.

But even so, Luo Xuan is just a Hunyuan Golden Immortal. How can he be a saint?

Compared with the person in front of him, Luo Xuan still lacks a quasi-sage!

Seeing the shadow gradually emerging from Ao Fan's back, Shiva trembled suddenly, and then his eyes fell on the divine sword. As if he remembered something, his eyes shrank suddenly, and his expression changed instantly.

"You, you are..."

"You must have guessed that I am none other than Dragon Emperor Ao Fan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shiva's face instantly turned extremely pale, and he looked at Ao Fan blankly, with a look of fear in his eyes.

"How did you get in!?"

South Mantuozhou has been sealed to the sky, and Ao Fan should not be able to enter. Even if he forces his way in, the law of heaven will probably react, but now they have not heard any movement.

What's more, there is no damage to the current Sealing Heaven Formation. In other words, Ao Fan came in before Sealing Heaven! ?

Thinking of this, Shiva felt that he couldn't waste time here, so it would be better to leave as soon as possible.

Seeing that Shiva was intending to retreat, Ao Fan chuckled, and with a wave of one hand, he saw the divine sword in the sky suddenly expand, forming countless clones and blocking all Shiva's escape routes.

"Want to leave? Have you asked me?"

Shiva's eyes were full of fear. After taking a few steps back, his face finally became ugly.

"Ao Fan! Are you going to kill the fish or break the net?" Shiva yelled inwardly, but he still took a few steps back.

Glancing at Shiva with a sneer, Ao Fan shook his head and said, "The fish is dead and the net is broken? Are you worthy of it?"

"Even if you are here in your true form, I can still strangle you."

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the divine sword suspended in the sky fell quickly. Then he saw the light flashing on the divine sword, and in an instant, the barrier in front of him was completely strangled.

The power of the dragon surged and stabbed towards Shiva.

A trace of resentment flashed in Shiva's eyes, still unwilling to sit still and wait for death. As golden light surged from his body, a string of beads appeared in his hand.

As soon as the bead appeared in the hand, it was filled with rays of light, and the divine sword that was thrust towards it slowed down instantly. ,

I saw that the light on the string of beads suddenly became bright and dim, obviously it was difficult to resist the divine sword.

Shiva did not dare to neglect. He pointed his finger at the bracelet, and saw that the bracelet spread out instantly, and then shot towards the divine sword, surrounding the divine sword.

A hint of joy flashed across his face, and then he saw Shiva controlling the bracelet to bind the divine sword.

Ao Fan sneered and flicked his fingers, and a large amount of sword light instantly bloomed from the divine sword.

Shiva, who was about to approach, suddenly froze, and watched helplessly as his innate magic weapon was torn apart in an instant.

Shiva didn't even have time to take back the magic weapon, and saw the dozens of beads being easily crushed into powder in the sword light.

Just when Shiva was stunned, a cold light lit up. Shiva's body froze instantly, and he looked at his left hand with a look of disbelief on his face.

I saw the cold light flash past and tear my arm apart in an instant.

Looking at the severed arm, Shiva's face instantly turned extremely pale. At this time, not only Shiva's expression changed, but also Luo Xuan and others' expressions also changed.

The saint's body is indestructible, even his clones are like this.

Who has ever seen a saint's arm cut off so easily?

They have never seen even a scratch made by a saint, let alone the scene before them?

A confused look flashed in his eyes, and Luo Xuan's thoughts suddenly returned to the heavenly war a hundred years ago.

In front of all the gods and gods, he used all his dragon power to strike, but he did not hurt Shiva. He only cut off a piece of the robe he was wearing.

Now the Dragon King broke one of Shiva's arms just by meeting him.

For a moment, Luo Xuan realized his true strength as a dragon, and this was his goal.

At this time, Shiva, who came back to his senses, finally felt endless fear and began to roar crazily, with golden light surging around his body, as if he was going crazy.