The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The illusion of the mountains gradually condensed into reality. Yuanshi Tianzun in front of the main hall of Yuxu Palace looked at Huang Long coldly, and the power on his body gradually began to emit a faint white light.

On the other hand, although the sword intent on the yellow dragon has not weakened much, the long sword in the sky is now suppressed a lot due to the mountains.

Frowning his brows slightly, Huang Long looked at the mountains above his head and murmured to himself, "Is this the power of the saint?"

At this time, Yuanshi Tianzun slowly said: "Lower your head and admit your mistake. I will let you go today."

"Are you sure about this envoy?" Huang Long said with a chuckle after hearing this.

"The survival of the sword intention depends on you. If you don't agree, the sword intention will stay in Yuxu Palace today."

As he said that, Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes turned cold. He did not dare to kill Huang Long, but it was still possible to intercept a ray of his sword intent and suppress it to teach here.

It would be a good idea to let his disciples understand it in the future. If someone can reach the enlightenment before Huang Long, then this ray of swordsmanship will be taught by him.

After thinking for a moment, Yuanshi Tianzun showed a smile on his face, as if he couldn't wait to suppress Huang Long's sword intent.

When Huang Long heard Yuanshi Tianzun's threat, he sneered on his face, took a step forward, and said coldly: "Then let's give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Long's sword power condensed, and white light suddenly floated from the long sword in the sky. However, within a moment, the sword power on the long sword instantly increased a lot.

The sudden change in sword power caused the power of the mountain phantom in the sky to stagnate, and then the mountain phantom was seen rising a lot against the long sword.

The divine power of the saint and the power of the sword were fiercely colliding with each other, refusing to give in to each other.

The sword attack that suddenly raged in the sky made Yuanshi Tianzun frown slightly, and he was a little surprised, thinking that this Huanglong actually still had some strength left at this time.

As for the barrier under the mountain that blocked the long sword controlled by Huang Long, the light instantly dimmed, and it was obvious that it was difficult to resist the power of Huang Long's sword.

Seeing this scene, everyone who originally thought that the master could make Huang Long suffer a big loss suddenly changed their expressions.

"How could this happen?" Master Taiyi looked at this scene in confusion and said with surprise on his face.

"The sword's power actually still has some remaining power. Could it be that Huang Long has attained enlightenment?"

Chi Jingzi said with an incredulous look on his face at this time, his mind was full of thoughts, and after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what the situation was.

Huang Long is just a quasi-sage, not a dragon king. How dare he compete with the master's clone just by virtue of his quasi-sage status?

Is it possible that all the quasi-sages in his Zhenhai Dragon Palace are so powerful?

At this time, all the disciples of Chanjiao looked at this scene in a daze, probably thinking the same thing in their hearts.

Without him, the power displayed by Huang Long at this time really scared them.

While everyone was marveling, the Huanglong suddenly raised his arm and waved violently. Countless sword shadows suddenly appeared on the long sword, surrounding it.

For a moment, sword shadows were shaking everywhere in the sky, and a sword formation that covered the sky began to appear in the sky of Yuxu Palace.

"One person controls ten thousand swords!?"

A cry of surprise rang out, and many disciples of Chanjiao stared blankly at this scene, their eyes filled with incredible looks.

In particular, Master Yuding and Master Lingbao were the most horrified, because among the teachings, they were the only two who were the most proficient in using flying swords and magic swords.

It is extremely difficult for one person to control a sword formation, but at this time, Huang Long actually controlled ten thousand swords by one person, forming this ten thousand sword formation that could cover the sky and the sun.

This is a formation that they can barely arrange with the strength of their twelve Hunyuan Golden Immortals, and it requires a quasi-holy control formation.

However, what they saw at this time was that Huang Long actually did all this by himself.

The yellow dragon's wrist moved slightly, and thousands of sword shadows rolled up like ocean waves. In the blink of an eye, they rushed towards the illusion of mountains in the sky.

It was just a face-to-face encounter. Under the illusion in the sky, a large amount of light burst out in an instant. The spiritual energy spread out, and an extremely powerful wave of air suddenly rolled up and rolled towards the Chanjiao people.

Suddenly attacked, all the disciples of Chanjiao were quite speechless at this time. They just stood and watched. Why did the aftermath always affect themselves?

The magic weapons in their hands were sacrificed one after another, but within a moment, a huge barrier enveloped everyone.

On the other hand, Huang Long's whole body was not damaged at this time because of the protection of the sword. On the contrary, it was because of the playful aura that a spherical blank space was formed around Huang Long.

Looking at this, everyone couldn't help but feel a little surprised. How powerful was Huang Long's sword? How could he block such an explosive spiritual power so easily?

In the sword formation, the sword shadow that struck the illusion of the mountain gradually slowed down, and the barrier under the mountain had been torn to pieces by Huang Long's sword formation, leaving nothing blocking it.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he saw Huang Long's wrist slightly raised, and the sword formation instantly pressed towards the mountain illusion.

But this time, the illusion was not dissipated. Instead, it was blocked by an inexplicable power, making it difficult to make even an inch of progress.

Looking at this scene, Huang Long raised his brows. There was no surprise on his face, as if he had expected it.

Looking at Huang Long's expression at this time, Yuanshi Tianzun's heart suddenly suddenly suddenly tightened, and his brows immediately furrowed. Why did he always have a bad premonition lingering in his heart?

When he was wondering, he saw the sword power on Huang Long's body suddenly changed, and golden threads extended from Huang Long's body, and then he saw that the threads began to get entangled.

Seeing this scene, both Yuanshi Tianzun and Huang Long were slightly startled, obviously a little surprised by the changes in Huang Long.

"This is?"

There were some doubts in her heart. After Guang Chengzi murmured something to herself, she suddenly discovered that the interlaced golden threads had condensed into the shape of a sharp sword.

"Magic sword!?"

At this moment, Master Lingbao's exclamation came from Guangchengzi's side. Guang Chengzi suddenly trembled.

Unexpectedly, before he recovered, the Great Master Lingbao exclaimed again: "A magic sword that contains the way of heaven!?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was shocked. Does Huanglong's magic sword contain the power of heaven? Could it be that this magical sword was the one he used to achieve enlightenment?

At this time, Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the magic sword condensed on the side of Huanglong, and was slightly stunned. He wondered what the yellow dragon meant. Could he have a back-up plan to summon the magic sword at this time?

Thinking of this, Yuanshi Tianzun's heart suddenly shook, as if he thought of something, his eyes were fixed on Huang Long's magic sword surrounding him.

The fusion of heavenly power on that magic sword is not tight!

A thought suddenly appeared in Yuanshi Tianzun's mind, and then he saw that Yuanshi Tianzun's face became unusually gloomy.

At this moment, a faint voice came from Huang Long's mouth.

"My sword can cut through the heavens!"