Peerless Tang Sect's Shepherd Star Silver Dragon

Chapter 403 The Holy Dragon of Light who stood at attention and was beaten

The illusory dragon shadow moved behind Si Muqing, flying in the clouds and mist, calling for wind and rain.

The proud dragon's power is superior to the Holy Dragon of Light, and the body of the Holy Dragon of Light is winding and wandering in the sky.

"Human, where did your dragon blood come from?"

"How did you steal the dragon's bloodline power?"

"Isn't that something you should touch?" The Holy Dragon of Light had deep anger in his eyes. If he hadn't been afraid of Si Mu Qing's sharp sword aura, he would have pounced on him and bit off his head.

"Steal?" Si Muqing sneered, the dragon really wanted to twist his head off.

With white hair hanging down and cloud patterns rolling on his sleeves, the swordsman in green slowly pulled out his sword, his purple eyes clear and indifferent.

"Please wait!" Shangguan Xueer broke into the vast aura of the confrontation between Si Muqing and the Holy Dragon of Light, and her delicate body stood in front of Si Muqing.

"Senior, please listen to me."

Although Shangguan Xueer's voice was soft, one could naturally hear it clearly due to the cultivation level of one person and one dragon.

"Little girl from Vast Palace?" The tone of the Holy Dragon of Light naturally softened.

"You say it, but there is no need to discuss this matter."

"His dragon blood was not inherited through blood at all."

The eyes of the Bright Holy Dragon were full of murderous intent, and the color of pure gold was red.

Shangguan Xueer opened her mouth slightly, but she wanted to continue speaking, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"He won't believe anything you say." Si Mu said calmly.

"Leave it to me! I will persuade him, and don't you want to see the power of swordsmanship?"

Shangguan Fei'er covered her mouth with her sleeves and stared at Si Muqing with her beautiful eyes.

"This is a real dragon, and the bloodline you rely on has no advantage in front of him."

"Do you think I am a waste who relied on blood to reach today?" Si Muqing sneered, a cold light burst out in his eyes, the sword slowly unsheathed, the vitality of the world turbulence, the sword thought spread between the heaven and the earth, and the sound of clanking ring.

The powerful men in the Vast Palace raised their heads in shock and looked at the place where the Holy Dragon of Light was.

"Everyone performs their duties and is on level 2 alert." The gentle voice of Shangguan Tianyang, the master of Vast Vast Palace, came from the highest point of Tianzhu Island. Everyone felt at ease and went about their duties.

Shangguan Tianyang stood at the highest point of the Vast Palace, his eyes dim and his thoughts rolling in his heart. Who is fighting the Holy Dragon of Light?
  The blade of the sword intertwined with the dragon's claw, and Si Mu Qing's hand suddenly erupted with power that was not inferior to that of a real dragon. The sword was sharp, and the dragon shadow behind Si Mu Qing continued to extract energy, blood, and essence from the acupuncture points of his body. The edge of Qing's sword slashed through the dragon's claws.

The Holy Dragon of Light was in pain, its claws retracted, its eyes shrank, the power of light rippled, and it was full of surprise and uncertainty. The physical strength of the little creature in front of him made him feel troubled, and the sword in his hand could easily break through his scales. defense.

The vast and deep energy rises, Si Muqing's sword energy pours into the Mu Xing Sword, a little starlight lights up in the sky, stars fall all over the sky, the sword field is filled with dense sword energy, it is like a world of swords .

Si Muqing stretched out his hand and flicked the tip of the sword. Qingyue's sword chant resounded through the sky, and his powerful sword intent spread across all directions.

The body of the Holy Dragon of Light wandered around, as if facing a formidable enemy. At this time, it was not that he wanted to torture, but whether Si Muqing wanted to slay the dragon. Si Mu Qing raised the tip of his sword slightly, the sharp sword light flickered, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

It's too bad. It all depends on the power of bloodline and physical body. Although the dragon clan's bloodline is at the top of all major planes, no matter how powerful the bloodline is, it still requires various skills and secret methods to be fully exerted. This is the importance of inheritance.

The Holy Dragon of Light in front of him was not weak, but for Si Muqing, he was truly from a wild background.

Si Muqing stirred up the wind and rain with his sword intention, and the heavy rain fell. His eyes flashed, and the techniques he used were all traces of the dragon clan's inheritance.

The Holy Dragon of Light showed its fangs, let out a dragon roar, and traces of golden light flowed on its pure gold body. The violent power of light boiled and burned like a glass-like flame.

Si Muqing struck out one hundred and twelve swords in an instant. Each sword hit the node where the vitality of the Holy Dragon of Heaven and Earth was pulling, and the golden light collapsed like flying flowers.

Si Muqing stepped into the void and said, "How ridiculous!"

"Your real dragon skills are not as good as my half-blood." Si Muqing inserted a knife into the wound of the Holy Dragon of Light as he spoke, "It seems you are not the one looking for me anymore."

"It's impossible for you to pass the message to a true dragon who doesn't even have the most basic inheritance." Si Muqing said with disappointment, "Since you can't recognize the reality, then I will teach you the real truth." How Dragons Fight.”

The layers of scales on the Holy Dragon of Light glowed with golden light, forming a mirror of light that guarded the body.

"Look carefully, you don't just have to be strong enough to fight." Si Muqing's words were filled with sadness. The dragon shadow behind him disappeared in an instant and returned to his body.

The sword was like light, dazzling and invisible. The power of light collided with the power of light. The mind beads on Si Muqing's left hand trembled. He waved his sleeve and eleven mind beads scattered like rain, surrounding the sword like satellites. .

Using the power of light, Si Muqing's sword speed increased to a higher level, and his body turned into flowing light, blending into the light, flying like flowing light.

The pupils of the Holy Dragon of Light shrank, and Si Muqing could no longer be seen in his eyes. Dozens of huge wounds cracked strangely, like an invisible pair of scissors cutting through clothes. Hot blood splashed in the sky, mixed with the rain and fell into the soil. The Holy Dragon of Light roared in pain and twisted its limbs. body.

The sword light circulated, and Si Muqing's simple sword edge tore through his scales and cut open the connecting muscles at the junction of the wings on his back.

The flow of sword thoughts suppressed the mind of the Holy Dragon of Light, and the huge dragon body lost power and fell towards the ground.

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Pulling it apart, a sharp white nail fell from the sky, the break was smooth and there was a trace of blood.

Shangguan Fei'er's eyes lit up, she stretched out her hand and said, "I'm rich!"

Shangguan Xueer turned away, embarrassed to look at her money-obsessed sister.

"Sister, my brother-in-law's swordsmanship seems to be better than yours!" Shangguan Fei'er said to Shangguan Xue'er while frantically collecting various scale armor fragments.

The corner of Shangguan Bing'er's mouth curled up slightly. She felt a little sweet when she heard the second sister's call from brother-in-law, so she also took the initiative to help Shangguan Fei'er converge the real dragon scale armor. She recently practiced with Si Muqing and had a deeper understanding of the wind. On the surface, he began to get in touch with its essence, so his speed was even faster than Shangguan Fei'er.

"It doesn't seem like he is, he is indeed better than me." Shangguan Xueer corrected, looking towards the sky with surprise and admiration in her eyes.

Shangguan Fei'er felt his scalp numb when he saw his sister's appearance. Her sister has always had an overall view, understood the general situation, and took care of her sister, so... she wouldn't compete with her third sister for her husband, would she?

Shangguan Fei'er was thinking without confidence. She was not worried that her eldest sister would compete with her third sister for her husband, but she was worried that her eldest sister would fall in love without knowing it. To put it nicely, her sister said that her mind is as pure as white paper and her sword's heart is clear. The bad thing is that I have never seen anything. I am afraid it is not easy to turn the feeling of confidants into love.

(End of this chapter)