Ziyunlong had just returned to the battlefield when he suddenly faced this chop.
In an instant, all the force fell on it, the floating dragon, and the surrounding space seemed to fall together.
"Boom!!!!!!"
Ziyunlong fell heavily from a height of hundreds of meters. Its purple scales were as hard as silver, but a large piece of it was shattered instantly, and the lengthy keel seemed to be broken in several places.
Its location is a stone statue of a general.
The stone statue had been turned into powder, and the hillside turned into a terrifying depression. Ziyunlong lay in this depression, his body was so heavy that he couldn't get up for a long time.
Blood oozed out from the broken scales on the abdomen, turned into drops of blood, and floated towards the sword spirit dragon at a high place.
The blade of the sword spirit dragon, blushing after drinking blood, looked like an old ancient sword just now, but it is more and more like a battlefield sword, full of divine power!
The sword body began to heat up.
The sword spirit dragon seemed to be completely reborn in the battle, and the ancient soul with inscription patterns sleeping in its sword was also waking up!
"Blue blood inscription pattern."
The corners of Zhu Minglang's lips curled up. Probably only he, who has been immersed in the forest of abandoned swords for ten years, would recognize the sword of green blood.
The blood of Haoshi, hidden for three years, turned into jasper!
Using this jasper to mold the sword body, once it enters the battlefield, any blood of enemies that it touches will glow with a layer of sharpness!
There are many ancient swords like this in the body of the Sword Spirit Dragon, and their souls will only awaken under certain circumstances, and the most direct and fierce one among them is this blue blood inscription pattern!
When standing still, the sword body is as exquisite as jasper.
When slashing, the sword seems to be burning, blood red and eye-catching!
"It's still a little short, maybe the sword master's blood is the best." Zhu Minglang stared at Wen Mengru of Miaoshan Sword Sect.
Wen Mengru held a sword in her hand, and all her attention was on Jian Linglong.
Likewise, she had never seen such a dragon.
How can there be a dragon, like a sword, even more powerful than a real sword!
The sword master Zhu Minglang mentioned was of course Wen Mengru.
And the sword spirit dragon had already come from the sky, and the crimson blade struck, Wen Mengru looked dignified, and hurriedly raised his sword to parry.
"Keng!!"
The seemingly dexterous Sword Spirit Dragon is extremely heavy.
Wen Mengru used her own sword power to fight, but immediately felt her palms and palms go numb, and even her steps became a little disordered.
"Quick sword style!" Zhu Minglang said.
After ten years of sword practice, Jian Linglong knows all Zhu Minglang's sword styles. It is nimble and fast.
The sword flowers were dazzling, and Wen Mengru also responded with a fast sword. From the beginning, other people could see the swords colliding with each other, until Jian Yujian was left with only afterimages, and finally they could only see the sparks of the swords colliding!
"Clang! Clang, clang!!!"
"Clang clang clang clang clang!!!"
The sword was like a shower of rain, and Wen Mengru kept taking steps back. Her eyes were focused and her expression was solemn, as if she was fighting a certain sword master.
It's just that her tiger's mouth is hot during every confrontation, and she knows that her thumb and index finger are splitting!
This sword spirit dragon is not only high in cultivation, but its sword speed is still accelerating.
Wen Mengru has reached the limit, and needs to rely on strength to defuse some hard-to-parry sword attacks, but the interval between each attack of Jian Linglong is shorter, and the sword is faster, Wen Mengru's hands start to numb, and the palms start to wear...
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Huo Shangjun, Ye Guang, and Wen Mengru were all the top powerhouses in this big competition, but they were forced to retreat by Zhu Minglang alone.
Many of the gate towers are dragon shepherds and mortals, and their eyesight is far beyond that of ordinary people.
When they saw the Sword Spirit Dragon, they were also shocked and confused.
There is a real sword spirit in this world
What's even more incredible is that the sword spirit transforms into a dragon!
No wonder Zhu Minglang was so rampant, he didn't pay attention to the geniuses of the major forces.
The cultivation of this sword spirit dragon is at least at the monarch level, and it seems to be becoming stronger with the awakening of its inscription pattern!
"It's true that this dragon is rare to see in a thousand years, but it's just a dragon king. If Zhu Minglang hadn't been so rampant, he would indeed have hoped to win the resources he wanted by relying on this sword spirit dragon dragon king, and shine brightly. But in the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, there are still so many masters..." said the elder of Canglong Hall.
"One person fighting against the chief disciple of the three major forces is already very strong!"
"I didn't expect Zhu Minglang to transform into a dragon priest, and he is still so powerful."
All the major forces are amazed on the surface, but they are extremely uncomfortable in their hearts.
Those brocade boxes were all blood from them. Before Zhu Minglang used beacon smoke to sweep the **, he had already taken away countless treasures, and now he is sweeping the powerful in the tomb of the Nine Armies...
Most importantly, Wen Mengru, Ye Guang, and Huo Shangjun obviously couldn't take down the Sword Spirit Dragon. If the others were to be scared off, wouldn't Zhu Minglang occupy most of the resources alone!
This is not what they discussed before.
The situation is not good! !
"Idiot, what are you doing standing there, attacking the Dragon Shepherd directly." On the top of the tower, a man in a blue dragon robe said angrily.
Naturally, his words could not be spread so far to the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, but fortunately, the group of people from the Huang Shao Gang were not pure idiots. On the Mausoleum Hill.
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Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu did not walk up the Nine Army Tomb Hill from the front, their goal was obviously Zhu Minglang.
The sword spirit dragon is extremely powerful, Huo Shangjun, Ye Guang, and Wen Mengru can entangle it, but Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu directly attack Zhu Minglang, even if the sword spirit dragon comes to guard, Zhu Minglang is equal to being flanked...
Wasn't it the big talk he put down, to make everyone in the Nine Army Tomb Hill go away
Then it wouldn't be a shame for them to join forces to eradicate him as a big threat first.
What's more, the two brothers Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu came with a mission.
What they want is Zhu Minglang's life!
"The children of the royal family, did you actually use such a method??" At this time, someone on the wall had already seen the behavior of these two people.
"This is not a competition, it's a fight. If a dragon shepherd can't protect himself well, he is a kind of weakness." Someone immediately retorted.
Indeed, if the Dragon Shepherd was unable to protect himself in the battlefield, he would die as well.
Fortunately, most dragon shepherds are not lone rangers, and in the formed dragon herding team, there are often gods and mortals who will protect them personally.
When Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu acted, a woman wearing a veil had appeared near Zhu Minglang.
She quietly observed the surroundings, as if waiting for some people to throw themselves into the trap.
Seeing Nan Lingsha, Zhu Minglang smiled and said, "Choose an opponent you find interesting, and leave the rest to me."
Nan Lingsha's eyes fell on Wen Mengru.
Wen Mengru was on the slope of the mountain, under a huge rock, panting heavily, holding the hilt of the sword, but there was blood seeping on the hilt, the blood turned into blood beads, and flew towards the sword spirit dragon...
(There will be another chapter in a while~~~~~ Around 12:30~~~~~)