Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 937: Edge of the Sword

Although Liu Qinghuan and Yunzheng spoke sarcasm, their faces seemed calm, but their hearts were tense.

Hundreds of years have passed since the interface battle initiated by the Yinyue Blood Realm. In that war, the interfaces of both sides suffered extremely serious damage. Although Yunmengze narrowly won in the end, countless monks exchanged blood, tears and lives for it. of.

From the post-war point of view, Liu Qinghuan did play a big role in some key nodes, such as opening the ghost gate that connects the innate ghost peach tree to the Netherworld to bring disaster to the Yinyue Blood Realm, and he also participated in the refining of the Heaven Sealing Talisman.

So it seemed reasonable for Yao Jiu to pin the blame on him, but now that he made up his mind to take revenge on him and trapped them in this world, then this battle was inevitable.

And that Yao Xie's cultivation level is fully one level higher than theirs, although Liu and Yun both have the strength to fight across the level, but facing such a big gap, the situation is still not optimistic.

The two exchanged glances, Yun Zheng's gaze drifted to the side, and Liu Qinghuan immediately understood the other's plan.

He immediately used the intimidation technique attached to the "Zuo Wang Longevity Sutra", raised his cultivation base to the Yang Realm, and began to forcibly release the second seal of the Qianqiu Samsara Pen.

A circle of thick blood-yellow halo floats from the body of the pen. After erasing one layer, there will be a stream of light swaying out, falling on the ground and turning into a river. people screaming in despair.

The big river separated each other into two ends, and the water mist on the river surface gradually blocked the view.

The fake smile on Yao Xie's face disappeared, his eyes sneered coldly, and his figure gradually faded away. The old man who finally dealt with the broken arm took a step forward, while Yao Jiu quickly backed away with self-knowledge, not daring to do anything. Stay for half a minute.

Yun Zheng didn't make any movements, but rushed straight into the sky with his sword intent, like a sword without its scabbard, full of coldness and arrogance.

As if waiting for something, the world is filled with suffocating will and coercion. Even if you haven't really started to fight, a contest has already started silently. There were layers of ripples, and the sound of shaking was like thunder hidden behind the clouds, and the momentum was getting louder and louder.

The next moment, the black sun in the sky suddenly flashed, and the blazing light burst out instantly. The whole world seemed to be ignited, and the flames exploded in all directions, instantly turning into a boundless purgatory!

Even if you close your eyes tightly, you can still feel the scorching heat beating on your eyelids, and there is a squeaking sound when the skin rubs against the clothes, and it will crack and shatter when it is baked with just a little external force.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly opened his eyes, and as the last layer of blood-yellow halo scattered, Qianqiu Samsara's pen changed obviously. One, two, three, a total of three gold threads.

He raised his hand, and swiped his pen, and the big river on the ground flew up to the sky in a beautiful arc. The icy cold water poured down like a torrential rain, destroying the trees and grass, severing life and death in the places he passed. His aura swept across the desolate land like a gust of wind, suppressing the fires that poured into the sky one by one.

However, strange laughter came from the air, the black sun swelled again, large groups of flames whizzed down like burning meteorites, and there were horns and scales protruding from it, and a thick body like a long snake snaked out. Swimming and moving, with an earth-shattering long cry, the huge and ferocious black dragon head finally revealed its true colors, He Helong's power was shocking!
"A real dragon?" Yun Zheng said in shock, "This Longwei...couldn't be a real dragon!"

The images of dragons often appear in carvings, papers, etc. Back then, there was even a panchi with the blood of a dragon in the ground of the Eastern Wasteland. , but the real dragon, it can be said that few people in the world have seen it with their own eyes.

Yun Zheng settled down, and then denied it: "Impossible, the real dragon is something I can control with my cultivation."

Liu Qinghuan waved the Qianqiu reincarnation pen, and huge waves rolled up one after another, drowning the huge flames that fell from above, and took the time to reply: "It's not wrong to say that it is a real dragon, have you forgotten the legend about the sun candle lighting? It is the incarnation of the supreme yang of yin and yang. It is also called a holy beast. It is said that it can transform all the gods and beasts in the world. The real sun candles no longer exist in the world, but their Yao family may pass them on through blood. , created some kind of metamorphosis."

At this time, the black dragon had swaggered around in the sky, looked carefully, and found that the mane on its head was fiery red, which was exactly the same color as that of Yao Xie... With a flick of its vigorous dragon tail, Dive down!
Yun Zheng suddenly laughed proudly: "Okay, then let me meet this real dragon!"

As he said that, the shocking sword intent rose to the extreme in an instant like an explosion, and a series of frost marks appeared out of nowhere around his body, like a blue-white ice lotus blooming in the void, wrapping Yun Zheng's body, people The swords are united, soaring to the sky!

The black dragon in the air snorted, as if laughing at Yun Zheng's overreaching, he waved his claws carelessly, opened his bloody mouth wide, and exhaled a mouthful of scorching dragon breath.

The ice lotus burst open suddenly, and thousands of lotus petals turned into thousands of sword light canopies and shot away, domineeringly dissipating the splashing flames, revealing a sky-blue and white sword intent, drawing a beautiful trajectory around Open the front of the dragon's head, and cut right at the dragon's neck!

Hold the sword every day, practice the sword every day, and realize the sword every year. The way of the sword is extremely sharp!
Nothing is not cut, nothing is not broken!
Sword cultivators can never judge their strength based on their realm. Most of their cultivation bases are concentrated on the sword that is connected to their souls. The sword is with people, and the sword destroys people.

And Yun Zheng even harmonized his own spiritual roots, physique and sword, and has already stepped out of his own way of swordsmanship. Even in the face of opponents who are far superior to him, he dares to use his sword!

"boom!"

The next moment, Yao Xie was taught a lesson because of his arrogance. The extremely cold and sharp sword light swirled past his neck, with a tricky angle and fierce momentum, and steaming blood gushed out immediately.

"Ow~"

The black dragon was in pain, and shook its head violently. While tightening its scales, the dragon's claws were whistling and slapped out. However, the ray of sword light was agile and ethereal, and it left as soon as it touched it. In an instant, it was tens of feet away. Back to Yunzheng himself.

"Hahaha!" Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing out loud, and was very proud after winning: "Don't think that I can't help you if you turn into a big worm...!"

He turned around suddenly, and the sword in his hand slashed towards the void behind him with lightning speed!

"what!"

There was a scream, but it was the old man with the broken arm who wanted to make a surprise attack again, but was seen through again, but this time his luck was not so good, and the ice blue long sword directly pierced through his chest.

Yun Zheng slapped Qi Tianling with the other hand, and said with a sneer, "You still want to kill me? Die!"

It's just his delay, but the black dragon has already chased after him, and a sinister intention flashed in the protruding dragon's eyes...

(End of this chapter)