The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

There was silence between heaven and earth for a long time.

Everyone present today, from saints to monks from all walks of life, were all looking at Huang Long and Taoist Cihang in the sword prison with astonishment.

Throughout the tens of thousands of years of Heavenly Dao, there have been countless wars, but I have never heard of anyone fighting for the love of their children.

As for what Huang Long blurted out, many people still didn't understand why Huang Long was able to say such words at that time.

"Are you humiliating me?"

At this time, Taoist Cihang, who had come back to his senses, seemed to have a slight blush on his face, but his eyes were still extremely cold, and he stared at Huang Long and said coldly.

"I didn't mean that." Huang Long shook his head and said, "You are no match for me, but I can't kill you."

As he said that, Huang Long paused, and then continued: "I can't kill you, but I can't bear to see others kill you."

Taoist Cihang's momentum stagnated at this time and almost completely disappeared. He stared at Huang Long with an ugly expression, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Tsk, tsk, I can't believe that this Huanglong has such abilities." Ao Fan shook his head and said with a smile.

At this time, the people in Zhenhai Dragon Palace also came back to their senses. They looked at the shining light in Huanglong's eyes and felt admiration in their hearts.

Looking at this person, it's no wonder that he was able to achieve quasi-sage cultivation and create the way of swordsmanship, but in terms of his ability to speak, they are absolutely incomparable.

Killing people who teach is no longer a skill, being able to become Taoist companions with people who teach is the real skill. Counting the years of teaching, no one seems to have done this.

And Taoist Cihang seemed to be one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, and Huang Long's eyes were really ruthless.

At this time, the people on the Chanjiao side also came back to their senses instantly and looked towards Huang Long. Taoist Ran Deng's face was extremely cold, and his quasi-sage power was instantly released from his body.

"Huang Long! You are insulting my teaching!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the Ran Deng Taoist rushing towards Huang Long and hitting Huang Long with one hundred and eight rosary beads around him.

Seeing this scene, Huang Long planned to take action, but as soon as he raised his wrist, he found a dark golden light rolling towards the rosary.

In just a moment, the originally powerful rosary beads stopped in mid-air and were wrapped in a faint layer of dark golden light.

"Randeng Taoist, don't go overboard. What's the matter with you here?"

Ao Fan's voice sounded, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fei Hai in front of Taoist Ran Deng in an instant. The red light in his hand condensed and he saw the soul-splitting gun appearing in Fei Hai's hand.

At this time, Taoist Ran Deng also froze, looking at Ao Fan who took action with a look of astonishment.

"When the two of us are talking about something, it's your turn to disturb us?"

"roll!"

As soon as Ao Fan finished speaking, Fu Hai turned his wrist, and his quasi-sage power was instantly released. He raised his gun and stabbed the Ran Deng Taoist.

I saw a flash of red light on the tip of the gun, and a large amount of killing power spurted out, instantly tearing the condensed golden light in front of Taoist Ran Deng into pieces.

Feeling the power on the head of the gun, Taoist Ran Deng knew that this was not the time for a head-on confrontation, so he could only move and retreat back.

Seeing that Taoist Ran Deng was forced back by Fu Hai's shot, but Fu Hai didn't show any sign of stopping at this time, the two Western Saints looked at each other, then led Taoist to take a step forward, and took a shot towards Fu Hai. Palm over.

Feeling the huge pressure, Fei Hai not only did not retreat at this time, but even showed a trace of excitement on his face.

As soon as the gun head turned, it stabbed towards the Taoist Jie Yin. The indomitable momentum made everyone startled.

Although he had known for a long time that the people of Zhenhai Dragon Palace fought with their lives, but after seeing it with his own eyes, Master Xuandu was still a little unbelievable.

"This is!?"

Hearing the voice of Master Xuandu, Taishang Laojun sighed helplessly and said: "Fuhai is a black dragon that transforms into a dragon. He also cultivates the power of killing. When he encounters a strong one, he becomes stronger. This is the opportunity to fight against the saint. How can we let him let it go?"

"It's just that the quasi-sage is only a quasi-sage after all, and the guide is a saint." Master Xuandu said with a frown.

"Fu Hai knows this truth better than you." Taishang Laojun said calmly.

Master Xuandu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the Master in astonishment, then bowed and said, "Disciple, I understand."

After finishing speaking, Master Xuandu looked towards Fu Hai, and saw that the other party's gun tip had collided with the palm of Taoist Jie Yin.

After all, the scattered red light did not penetrate the thin layer of golden light on the palm of Taoist Master Jieyin. After a moment of stalemate, a golden ripple spread out between the two of them, and Fuhai immediately flew out. Taoist Jie Yin withdrew his hand at this time and did not step forward to finish the attack.

Taoist Randeng only needed to be rescued. Taoist Jieyin glanced at Ao Fan, who was motionless, and then turned around and retreated.

At this time, Fei Hai, who had exchanged a move with the saint, was holding a spear on the ground. After stabilizing his body, he looked at the Taoist who took action with a sneer, and then actually laughed a few times, and then Turned around and returned to Zhenhai Dragon Palace.

Seeing Fei Hai turning back, Ping Tian moved forward a little, and then asked, "How is it?"

"It's cool~" After saying this lightly, Fuhai began to close his eyes and adjust his breathing.

Pingtian, who received the reply, felt a little itchy in his heart at this time. If he had enough cultivation, who wouldn't want to fight against the saint?

In the battle formation, Taoist Cihang, who was still trapped by his sword, was still staring at Huang Long, unaffected by the outside world. Huang Long also withdrew his gaze from other places at this time.

Just when the two of them were silent, Huang Long waved his hand and opened a gap in the sword. Taoist Cihang, who had been thinking about killing Huang Long, had a stagnant expression on his face at this time, and looked in front of him in surprise. In this scene, I don’t understand what Huang Long is going to do.

"What do you mean?" Taoist Cihang said, looking at Huang Long with a stern expression.

"I have finished speaking, and it is up to you to make your own choice." As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Long stopped talking and looked directly at Taoist Cihang.

Upon hearing this, Taoist Cihang trembled slightly, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand. Watching this scene, the Antarctic Immortal could not help but be stunned. He seemed to have never seen Taoist Cihang use a long sword.

The Taoist Cihang was holding the sword in one hand and took one step forward. In an instant, he was in front of Huang Long. The cold light on the sword flashed, and he was about to stab Huang Long, but Huang Long still stood motionless.

At this critical moment, Taoist Cihang's figure suddenly froze, and the tip of the sword was pressed between Huang Long's eyebrows, but he did not make an inch closer.

At this time, Huang Long was unable to stop him. Taoist Cihang stopped the sword himself.