The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　At this moment, a string sound broke through the air and hit the giant lion's head, instantly exploding it into smoke and dust.

　""

　The dragons instantly focused their attention on the source of the string sound. Qiuniu was circling in the air, holding the zither in his arms, his golden eyes indifferent.

　His eyes swept across the battlefield, seeing the dragons fighting and the sea of ​​fire raging.

　"Ambiguous."

　Qiuniu chuckled, turned the harp, and instantly turned into a shadow and stabbed forward -

　"call----"

　Suanni only felt a surge of pressure breaking through the wind, condensing into smoke claws, and suddenly a black shadow pressed in front of him -

　"boom!"

　A huge pain struck his forehead, and Suanni flew out from the clouds. Upon closer inspection, he found that Qiuniu was holding a giant harp.

　——That guy beat people with a piano!

　Qiuniu smiled, turned the giant harp lightly, and then played three strings in succession.

　The string sound turned into a broken sea of ​​light in the air, all of which pierced towards the Suanni who had lost his stance in the air, and was about to hit him.

　At this moment, Chao Feng suddenly flapped his giant wings behind him, and flames surged out of thin air. In an instant, he transformed into a huge fire phoenix, swooping towards the sea of ​​​​glory.

　"boom!!!"

　When the two surging energies collided, the sky and the earth turned pale, and the soldiers on the battlefield were pressed down by the strong wind and could not raise their heads.

　In a confrontation of this caliber, mortals have completely lost the ability to intervene.

　When the light gradually dimmed, Chaofeng and Suanni were still hanging in the air, standing together.

　The two men looked at each other, then turned into afterimages and rushed forward towards Qiuniu.

　Qiuniu, on the other hand, kept plucking the strings of his zither, retreating while transforming the sound of the zither into a tide of energy to fight with the two sons.

　On the ground, Ba Xia and Pulao also started a fierce battle. The former suppressed the latter with an almost overwhelming advantage. The bulky turtle body was indeed as flexible as a seabird, and every punch created a strong wind and sonic boom.

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　Pulao kept retreating. Although he was agile, he was only slightly better than Baxia. His face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

　If this goes on...will I get beaten up by this old turtle?

　There was a hint of ferocity in Pulao's eyes. He knew that he must not be defeated, otherwise if Baxia went to help Qiuniu, the situation would change completely.

　With a fierce look in his eyes, a dark halo burst out from the depths of Pulao's pupils and rose up rapidly.

　"Let me show you Father God's legacy..." Pulao whispered, "Old turtle... Today, you've forced me to fight you to the death!"

　The dark power quickly climbed up Pulao's body, and black scales grew out from his flesh and blood, covering his body.

　"The flesh and blood of the Dragon Lord?" Baxia's pupils narrowed slightly. "Those concepts should have dissipated..."

　"Hahahaha, Chiwen's methods are more domineering than you think," Pulao laughed loudly, "Come! Take my punch!"

　As soon as he finished speaking, his retracted hind legs suddenly jumped up and instantly turned into a pitch-black tornado that pierced Ba Xia.

　"boom!"

　The dark light hit the energy inscription, but it no longer played like before, but directly shattered the inscription!

　Ba Xia took two steps back, only to feel a gust of black wind coming at him, and Pulao's sharp claws suddenly stabbed out -

　"Sizzle!"

　"boom!!"

　Ba Xia's huge body was suddenly overturned, instantly smashing a hundred-meter-long gully on the ground. The ground tilted, and the soldiers slid into the gully, letting out miserable screams.

　Ba Xia struggled to stand up, stabbing his two sharp claws into the ground, trying to merge the ravine.

　Seizing this opportunity, Pulao smiled sinisterly and flew out in the dark wind.

　, with its sharp claws pointing directly at Ba Xia’s head.

　Just as he was about to succeed, an ice-blue halo descended from the sky:

　"You will not be able to take another step."

　“That’s a truth.”

　"Ding--"

　As soon as he finished speaking, Pulao was frozen in mid-air, his pupils slightly widened.

　He watched in amazement as an ice-blue crack split the wilderness and a petite figure emerged from it.

　Pulao couldn't see the figure clearly, but he felt a familiar power from the figure's hand, and his whole body trembled.

　That's Jun Zhijian's aura! This also means...

　...They are the descendants of the Ice Dragon Emperor.

Chapter 449: Turbulent Times (Part 7) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　The moment Jun Zhijian appeared on the battlefield, the wind direction changed.

　All the dragon sons noticed the sudden surge of energy. Even Qiuniu was slightly startled and immediately looked down at the girl holding the sword.

　She's so compatible with the sword...it seems the old man gave her all his inheritance...

　Qiuniu smiled slightly, then turned around and looked at the two dragon sons who were trying to stop him:

　"Surrender? It's not too late."

　"No... I'm even more excited..." Chao Feng's eyes shone with a fiery light, "The Ice Dragon's descendants have regained power... hiss... so wonderful..."

　"Are you out of your mind? That little dragon is on their side!" Suanni cursed angrily.

　"I like adventure...isn't this a great opportunity?" Chao Fengyan.

　On the other side, Pulao, who was frozen in mid-air, stared at Vivian below, his eyes filled with rage.

　"Little thing..." he growled, "Let your grandpa down! Let grandpa kill you personally!"

　"Let you down?" Vivian smiled faintly, "Okay."

　Her eyes moved, the barrier of truth was broken, and Pulao fell from the air in a mess.

　The followers with clam heads and human bodies immediately gathered around him, staring at Vivian with murderous eyes.

　But Weiwei was not afraid at all. She turned her head and looked at Baxia who was trying hard to close the gully, and said softly:

　"Senior, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll deal with this dragon."

　"Little guy, are you sure?" Ba Xia panted, "That guy is the Dragon King, right?"

　"Ah."

　Vivian turned her head and looked at Pulao who was protected by thousands of soldiers, with a slight smile on her lips.

　She raised the King's Advice and said softly:

　"Tear apart his army and leave him to me."

　"You arrogant young man..." Pulao said angrily, "I want to see how you can..."

　Before he could finish his words, pale figures appeared from the crack behind Vivian in an orderly formation.

　The moment the pale thing arrived on the battlefield, the temperature dropped sharply and a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.

　Arriving here with them were members of the Xiaolong family and a giant ice-blue dragon. They emerged from the cracks, accompanied by the cold wind of the Junshan Mountains.

　Pulao stared blankly at such a huge army, his eyes suddenly becoming a little dull.

　His hands couldn't help but tremble - on the day when the Ice Dragon Emperor was annihilated, he was beaten in the snow by this almost infinite army and couldn't raise his head. If the Dragon Emperor hadn't fallen, he might have been buried in Junshan long ago.

　How did this terrifying army get brought out by this little girl?

　Pulao subconsciously took two steps back, and noticing his smile, Vivian smiled faintly.

　"The Pale Army," she whispered. "March."

　A pale snow fog erupted, instantly sweeping across the battlefield and obscuring the vision of Pulao's clan.

　In the pale snowstorm, ice-blue ghost lights lit up.

　Pale objects slid quietly on the ground, as if there was a thin film separating them from the real world. They slid silently into the formation of the Pulao army, with silver light flickering leisurely.

　Figures fell one after another in the blizzard, and in the half minute after the battle began, the Pulao army didn't even realize where the enemy came from!

　"Haha!!"

　A sound wave exploded, instantly shattering the snowstorm. Pulao howled to the sky, his golden vertical pupils staring at the pale army.

　As the sound waves shattered the snowstorm, the followers of the Pulao army finally gained vision. They were first horrified that all the soldiers in the front row had been killed, and then they immediately activated the dragon blood in their bodies and fought fiercely with the pale creatures.

　Pulao's eyes narrowed, dragon blood surged within him, and a hint of madness appeared in his pupils. He opened his mouth wide, suddenly sucking in a huge amount of spiritual power, and then roared out—

　"Roar----"

　The earth cracked, and the pale objects were blown away and shattered by the sound waves, and the attack suddenly slowed down a lot.

　But the pale creatures continued to appear in an endless stream. After one batch was destroyed, another batch came. Each individual was at least a Five-String Saint. If they had no intelligence and were unable to fully utilize their extraordinary powers, they would never have been destroyed so easily.

　But even without intelligence, Pulao had no confidence that he could withstand such an endless stream of enemies.

　You can only overturn them as much as possible and then kill the descendant!

　An idea flashed through Pulao's mind, and he opened his mouth again, just about to let out a dragon roar.

　At this moment, an icy light struck—

　"Om——"

　Pulao turned his head suddenly and saw Vivian moving among the soldiers, staring at him intently.

　"How dare you, you little brat, come to my door!

　Pulao laughed loudly, and his sharp claws gathered together. The strings around him created wind pressure, which gathered into a wind blade on his claws.

　His eyes opened wide, and he immediately thrust his wind claw blade towards Vivian—

　"clang!"

　The sound of metal exploding was heard, and the wind blade hit Vivian's sword blade, and a strong wind exploded.

　At the moment of impact, all the ice condensed on Jun Zhijian exploded, flying in all directions and turning into ice-blue flames.

　A lot of flames splashed onto Pulao's body, burning his dragon scales black, and he couldn't help but scream.

　Just as he was about to retreat, Vivian suddenly exerted force, and a violent ice-blue flame suddenly burst out from the silver sword that was no longer frozen.

　"boom!"

　The compatibility between Jun Zhi Jian and Ice Flame far exceeded that of ordinary weapons. Vivian only felt the power of Ice Flame in her body flowing smoothly into Jun Zhi Jian's interior, and then transformed into a tremendous force on the blade.

　Under the pressure of this immense force, the wind blade in Pulao's hand suddenly exploded—

　"boom!"

　The ice-blue flame chopped down Pulao's body. He screamed and retreated repeatedly, with a wound on his hand caused by the ice flame.

　Ice flames are sometimes as cold as wind and snow, and sometimes as hot as the sun.

　Through the countless ice dragon spirits contained in the reverse scales, Vivian felt that the flames on the blade had completely become an extension of her body, and she could control it at will.

　The moment after breaking Pulao's stance, Vivian suddenly rushed out of the wind and slashed at the dragon son with her sword again.

　Seeing this, there was a bursting sound from the bones in Pulao's arms, and a strong wind blew out from under his scales, and all the surrounding air currents gathered towards his arms.

　"Well, well, you've driven me to this point, and you, a young man, can boast about it on your epitaph!"

　Pulao roared, and strong winds burst out from between the scales all over his body. Driven by these air currents, he rushed towards Vivian at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

　Vivian swung her sword, and ice once again condensed on Jun Zhijian's sword body, and the ice crystals turned into a brutal yet exquisite hilt.

　She took a stance, the icy flames in her eyes blazing brightly, and immediately faced the whistling Pulao—

　“Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding—”

　The wind blade and the ice blade collided wildly, the dragon's and the girl's sword intersected, the ice-blue sword light and the wind that spread out in all directions intertwined, blowing up the dust on the battlefield.

　In this horrific battle, a clearing gradually appeared in the army, and the soldiers of both armies were avoiding this horrific storm of swords to prevent themselves from being blinded by the swords.