When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

At some point, a white-clothed guest appeared between heaven and earth.

The white-clothed guest patted Fu Ren's shoulder and forced all the spiritual energy that Fu Ren had dispersed back into his body.

Then he passed Fu Ren, walked on the waves without saying a word, and slowly walked towards the dragon.

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At the same time.

The dragon also looked over.

He noticed something different.

The long sword in Yang Xiuhua's arms trembled violently, and finally broke away from her arms, and flew out of the window with a whoosh.

Yang Xiuhua seemed to have thought of something, with an unbelievable look on her face, her eyes fixed on the long sword.

Finally, she saw that the long sword fell into the hands of a man in white.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she even forgot to breathe for a while.

The stinky swordsman was not dead.

The swordsman took the long sword, and his breath became sharp at this moment.

Everyone was shocked.

They felt a different momentum from before.

This man...maybe he really came to kill the dragon!

The swordsman looked at the huge dragon flying in the sky and sighed, "So, I hate this kind of creature the most."

The words were not finished.

The swordsman was also a ruthless man who didn't talk much.

The spiritual energy rushed into the sky.

A river python appeared behind him.

Li Changxiao waved lightly, and the river python let out a thunderous roar and pounced on the dragon.

"Sword intent?" The dragon sneered, "Inferior sword intent, when I was competing for the ranking, I don't know how many sword geniuses I swallowed, and the sword intent that any of them comprehended was much stronger than yours."

The dragon flicked its tail disdainfully.

The angry river python met the suppressed dragon.

Fu Ren shook his head.

Dragon!

One of the most powerful creatures in the world!

Even if he was a heavenly foundation, it would be very troublesome to meet a dragon opponent of the same realm.

Not to mention fighting against a higher level enemy.

Although his cultivation was shallow, he could still see the gap between the white-clothed swordsman and the evil dragon.

The white-clothed swordsman's cultivation level is about the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

The dragon's cultivation level is suppressed, and the strength it can exert should be at the early stage of the Spiritualization.

There is a big difference in realm!

What can he use to fight?

As expected by Fu Ren.

The river python that roared and rushed into the sky was scattered by the dragon's tail.

Then, the dragon roared and flew towards the swordsman, opening its bloody mouth.

This battle was particularly shocking for Yang Xiuhua.

She was so scared that tears as big as beans fell from the corners of her eyes.

Even if the dragon was suppressed several times, the fierce power it exuded was still terrifying.

The swordsman held a long sword in his hand, his face unchanged, and rushed straight towards the dragon. The sea water rolled back, forming a giant python that walked on the river, wrapped his whole body, and collided with the swooping dragon!

Bang!

Rumble——

The sound of the collision was mixed with thunder.

The swordsman's long sword whistled, and he thrust it towards the dragon's eyes without any fear.

When he was about to succeed, he was knocked down into the river by the dragon's domineering spiritual energy.

The splash was a hundred feet high.

It can be seen how terrifying the force was.

The dragon said disdainfully: "Boring, really boring."

"Not as good as the few people just now."

"The few people just now, although their cultivation was low, they could be regarded as a genius."

"And you, the swordsman, have mediocre sword intent, mediocre swordsmanship, and mediocre combat awareness. Fighting with you is simply a waste of my spiritual energy!"

The dragon is the most arrogant creature in the world.

It despises mediocrity the most.

And Li Changxiao is the mediocre among the mediocre.

He thinks so himself.

A splash of water rose.

The swordsman stepped on the waves again, and the sharpness of the long sword in his hand remained undiminished.

"What's wrong with being mediocre?"

The swordsman looked a little embarrassed, but also indescribably cool. He laughed, "How easy it is to live. I don't have to compete with you geniuses for the rankings, and there are not so many troubles."

"Hmph!" Jiaolong snorted coldly: "The great way is fighting! Fighting is the fun, and you mediocre people will not understand."

After saying that, Jiaolong opened his bloody mouth and exhaled extremely terrifying flames, covering Li Changxiao.

Li Changxiao smiled and said: "For me, the great way is just a dream."

The voice came out.

Gradually became unreal.

The Jiaolong suddenly felt a chill.

The scene in front of him changed.

In the field of vision of his left eye, a sword tip kept enlarging, followed by a piercing pain.

"Puff!"

The Qingping sword pierced its eyeball.

"Damn! When!"

The Jiaolong was in so much pain that he went up to the sky and into the sea. He couldn't figure out when Li Changxiao stabbed his eyes.

Wasn't he surrounded by his own flames?

Suddenly

A terrible thought arose in its mind, and it reviewed the battle situation again.

Its rich combat awareness told it.

When the swordsman stabbed at its eyes in the first wave, it had already been under his illusion!

After that, it shook him away, and then mocked him, and the dragon flame breath was all its own illusion!

In reality, it did nothing when the swordsman stabbed it for a few breaths!

"Illusion? No, that's not right! What is it?" The more the dragon thought about it, the more scared it became.

The white-clothed swordsman stood not far away with a sword in his hand, drank a sip of strong liquor, and looked at itself up and down.

Li Chang smiled and asked, "How about this beautiful dream?"

He didn't wait for the dragon to reply.

The Qingping sword was horizontal, and the sword light flashed through its eyes.

The dragon was dragged into the dreamland without anyone noticing, and he was unaware of it.

When Li Changxiao's sword cut through the dragon's body, causing a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, the dragon suddenly woke up from the dream in pain.

Cold sweat.

Yes.

In his life, Jiao Ba had experienced hundreds of thousands of battles, winning a lot and losing very little.

But, he had never fought a battle.

Just a few rounds, and he broke into cold sweat.

It was not because he was afraid of death, because if he was afraid of death, he would not have set off a huge wave, because he did not want to live.

It was simply horrified.

The swordsman in front of him gave him a horrified feeling!

However, he did not lose his mind.

Recalling the two times he had hallucinations, it seemed that he was hit in the eyes by the opponent's sword light.

He made up his mind and slashed the dragon's eyes with his dragon claws!

"Come on, swordsman!" Jiao Ba roared, causing the thunder of heaven and earth to roar wildly. Several thunders struck it, as if it was wearing a thunder armor.

Li Changxiao smiled.

This was not an illusion.

It was a dream technique.

No eyes were needed.

After several consecutive moves, the dragon was already full of sword wounds, and the dragon blood dyed half of Longcheng red.

Li Changxiao was like a ghost, and his sword moves were chic, as if he was swimming in a dream, agile and elegant.

Another sword.

The dragon fell into the river with a bang.

The dragon's scales were extremely strong, and its skin was thick and its flesh was thick. Li Changxiao was only in the early stage of Yuanying after all, so hitting it was just scraping.

However, the scraping was very fast.

And...

The opponent could not recover.

Li Changxiao's eyes flashed fiercely, and he pinched the sword formula with his hands, intending to give Jiao Ba the final blow.

His long hair fluttered, and his eyes were covered with dreamy blue.

Blue threads emerged from his fingers, and they gathered in the air, intertwined... as if they were weaving something.

After a while.

The countless blue threads intertwined into a giant sword.

The giant sword looked unreal, like a mirage.

Li Changxiao's eyes focused, and the giant sword quickly solidified, appeared out of thin air, and quickly slashed at the dragon in the fallen flood!

One sword!

The dragon's head and body were separated!