Xian Ao

The heavenly dragon descends into the world and the divine power appears.

As soon as the dragon appeared that day, there was an instant dragon roar, and the world was shocked. The two true ones and a dozen Nascent Souls who rushed to the front to snatch the magic weapon Flying Sword were suddenly extinguished like the exploding candlelight.

The flesh and blood splashed across the sky and the earth, and a sword appeared. Not to mention Yuanying's escape, even the vitality could not escape, and it was all absorbed by this heavenly dragon.

Then countless True One God Lords saw this scene, turned around and fled, scattering in all directions.

Although they fled in all directions, they could not escape far. They stopped thousands of miles away and silently observed Yu Zecheng. Watching his actions, with the tenth-level magic weapon and the tenth-level flying sword in front of them, no one wanted to give up easily.

Yu Zecheng laughed loudly and shouted:

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested. Come, come, don't leave, I can borrow your head to use."

In an instant, his body and sword merged into one, and he rose up into a sword, using the supreme sword intention to kill everyone.

The most powerful thing about these tenth-level flying swords is not the moment they appear incarnate, but when someone controls them and the flying swords are used by others, this is the most terrifying thing.

The human sword merged into one, and at this moment, Yu Zecheng transformed into a heavenly dragon, a hundred feet long, running rampant in all directions. In an instant, he appeared thousands of miles away, blocking the way of the escaping person, and struck out with a sword behind him.

Countless rings of light formed above the dragon. These rings of multicolored light, like rays of light, spread outward, and the entire land thousands of miles away was covered in this rays of light.

The rays of light filled the entire sky, moving like lightning, creating circles of faint ripples in the air. The sword light flashed continuously, and all the figures of the True One God Lord here suddenly froze.

Someone shouted:

"Don't run away. There's no point in the sword reaching your body. Only by fighting to the death will you have a way to survive."

Someone else shouted:

"Last time, he could only control the tenth-level flying sword for 180 breaths. If you can resist it, you can survive."

In an instant, the seven True One God Lords and dozens of Nascent Souls who fled in this direction all used their own unique secret techniques, the strongest techniques.

Or use the ninth level flying sword to emit a swordless sword light. Either use the secret method of reaching the sky to form a heavenly strike, or transform into the heaven and earth and gather the power of all qi, or manifest a strike and control your own heavenly way to bombard madly.

But all this was meaningless. The dragon transformed into a platinum light dragon and rushed into this thousand-mile land.

This light dragon was majestic, with a fierce and unstoppable sword intent that soared into the sky, and it struck quickly. Tianlong had been a demon before, and this was a demon-killing attack. There was no clever change, it was just an extremely violent and ferocious attack.

One force can defeat ten wisdoms, whatever secret method, smash it for me, explode it for me, any magic weapon, destroy it for me, I will kill them all.

Tianlong Yi slashed, and the ninth-level flying frames of the Six Sword Alliance were pushed to the limit, emitting countless brilliance, but before that, the purple energy was shattered, the magic circle collapsed, and the Milky Way fell. Even the fast sword light could not escape, Tianlong Yi The sword froze all their changes. All the Six Sword Alliance monks exploded and died. All the ninth-level flying swords suddenly screamed and shattered.

The Tianlong Sword slashed out quickly, and when the sword rainbow flashed, there were countless magic weapons, such as the Nine Heavens Yuanyang Ruler, the Golden Dragon Scissors, the Emerald Light Liangyi Lamp, the Taiyin Extinction Divine Sphere, the Purple Electric Hammer, and the Vibrating Sky Hammer. , the powerful Vajra God's Pestle, the Shura Chisel, and the Wind and Thunder Chisel were all shattered under this sword, and the remaining power remained unabated. An unparalleled sword intent had penetrated these true souls, and countless blood mist rose in an instant.

This Heavenly Dragon Slash does not have any magic changes, it is just the supreme power, domineering, sharp, and swift to the extreme. It looks like it's just a sword, and this cut contains ten waves of sword power.

The first wave of Heavenly Dragon Slash has not yet fallen, the second wave, the third wave, and the fourth wave of Heavenly Dragon Slash have arrived. The nine Heavenly Dragon Slashes combined into one, and the tenth wave of ultimate slashes was born, cutting everything, even space, nothingness, and consciousness into pieces.

A sword light, including ten slashes, waves of attack like a sea tsunami, surging forward, unstoppable and unavoidable.

Everyone has only one feeling about this sword:

It is as bright as Yi shooting at the nine sunsets, and as powerful as the emperors participating in the dragon's flight. It comes like thunder to collect its wrath, and ends like a river and sea condensed with green light. One hundred and eighty breaths later, the sword light flashed, the dragon disappeared, and Yu Zecheng stood proudly in the sky. Looking left and right, there was no one in a thousand miles, and all the monks were banished.

Yu Zecheng looked at the four fields. After the two swords, there were less than 45% of the remaining monks. The two swords exploded, and more than 20 true ones were killed. More than a hundred Nascent Souls were banished here.

These Nascent Souls no longer wanted to wait and see, they really turned around and fled in all directions, trying their best to escape.

Yu Zecheng raised his head and glanced at the big sun in the sky, then glanced at the escaping Zhenyi and Nascent Soul, and said:

"Why bother, why bother."

There seemed to be an infinite depth of darkness in his eyes, and all the monks who saw his gaze involuntarily took a step back.

In an instant, Yu Zecheng disappeared, shrinking to an inch. Wherever he went, there was a cry, and countless Zhenyi Nascent Souls in the sky began to flee in all directions. They fled frantically towards the four fields. At this time, there was no difference between Nascent Souls and Zhenyi. Everyone It's all the same, they all have to run away.

Yu Zecheng rushed towards the crowd in an instant, but the crowd could not escape quickly. He turned into golden light and continued to chase. Suddenly he saw the Zhenyi Shenjun, who was twenty or thirty years old in the sky, and there was a person with more than a hundred Yuan Ying covered, holding a flying sword. The chase is like a rabbit running away everywhere.

After chasing for dozens of breaths, Yu Zecheng caught up with none of them. He fell to the ground and said:

"If I had known today, why would I have done it in the first place?"

In an instant, his body transformed, and then he burst into laughter. In his laughter, he started singing wildly,

The song was bold and unrestrained, resounding throughout the world:

"A cup of wine, a beautiful woman singing, a sword heart rushing to the sky, cutting off the worldly thoughts, I want to go straight to the nine heavens."

Yu Zecheng rose up and sang every day, driving this sword, roaming freely between heaven and earth. With a move of his footsteps, he could freely walk across the nine heavens, which was a hundred times higher than the shrinking earth. In an instant, I walked alone under the nine heavens and teleported to the farthest and outermost Yuanying.

The sword light appeared, like a snake flashing and a dragon dancing, lightning and thunder, mixed with the roar of lions, tigers, wolves, and eagles. At the same time, the sword body soared, twisted, twitched, and bounced endlessly, with a kind of power that could kill everything, sweeping over and instantly killing the Yuanying in the sky.

With another move, he flew to the other side far away, in front of Zhenyi who had fled the farthest, and raised a sword. The Zhenyi God roared, self-destructed the ninth-level magic weapon, and emitted a golden light, but in this wild singing and sword light, everything was meaningless, the golden light shattered, and Zhenyi died.

Yu Zecheng proudly stood in the sky, carrying a sword in the air, singing and walking.

The golden cup toasted and the song was like morning dew, coming and going.

Every step he took, he drew a sword, sang a sentence, and killed an enemy.

These enemies were all people who wanted to escape far away. Yu Zecheng killed them. If they still wanted to escape, it was too late. They should all be destroyed here.

This Nine Heavens Singing Sword, after the tenth level, has no other flying swords. The power of the sword can cut the four directions, but it can be under the nine heavens. I can walk freely and reach the land of thousands of miles in an instant. I only kill one person each time, but I will definitely kill him with one sword.

Yu Zecheng's position is clever. He faces one person every time and never gives the opponent a chance to attack.

The real purpose of Yu Zecheng's killing is not to fear that the opponent will form a joint attack, but to give the opponent this concept.

The True One Divine Lord Yuanying Zhenjun was so wise that he immediately discovered this. Someone shouted:

"Quick, gather together, he can't resist our joint attack. Everyone gather together, he will kill us all and won't give us any chance to escape."

"Fight, fight him, if not, we will all die here, everyone gather together."

This is Yu Zecheng's purpose. If we don't gather together, it will be so difficult to chase him, and it will be so easy to kill him.

I flew in front of a Yuanying, and the Yuanying shouted:

"I am the True Lord Jiyan of the Bu Yan Sect. I am not here to attack the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. I am here to record everything that happened. Don't kill me..."

Before I said a word, Yu Zecheng struck me with a sword. No matter who you are or what you do, you still want to survive when you come to me. Dream on.

What record? I am afraid it is to record the scene of our Xuanyuan Sword Sect's demise. Otherwise, why not stay in a neutral position and join the opponent's team? What about the Bu Yan Sect? Die.

Then he came to Yizhenyi, and the man showed his original appearance and shouted:

"I am an ally of Xuanyuan Sword Sect. I am an undercover agent. I am not in the same group with them. I am here to help your Xuanyuan Sword Sect. I..."

He killed him with one sword. He didn't care whether he was an ally or not. He didn't care how many of the allies who joined the enemy were sincere in helping me. Even if they were, he couldn't care. Die.

Yu Zecheng sang forward, his clothes like the wind, his long sleeves crisscrossed, and his voice gradually rose, like singing, like sighing.

He chanted:

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As he sang loudly, his figure was like flowing clouds and water. Every movement sent out a sword. This sword killed one enemy. Wherever the sword light went, it destroyed everything. One sword would kill one person.

Each sword was born from the transformation of momentum, containing the power of the five elements and the power of the nine heavens. It was everywhere and represented the power of heaven and earth. It was broad and pure, which was the momentum of heaven and earth. The characteristics of each sword were purity, concentration, and refinement. It had infinite destructive power. When a sword was struck, it rushed straight into the nine heavens, and even penetrated the nine heavens and flew into the blue sky.

Each sword was extremely fierce, with a powerful breaking power, a long range, and the fastest speed.

This slash was thousands of feet in an instant. Wherever the long sword went, those who blocked it were invincible. Every slash was a complete destruction of the body and soul.

A glass of wine and a beautiful woman sang, and the sword heart rushed to the sky. I cut off the distracting thoughts of the world and wanted to go straight to the nine heavens.

After 180 breaths, the singing faded away, and Yu Zecheng slowly said: "As long as I, Yu Zecheng, come again, as long as I, Xuanyuan Sword Sect, have one man and one sword in hand, no one can ignore us. I offer my blood to Xuanyuan, and now that you are here, don't leave. The land here needs fertilizer, so let's all be exiled here."