The sword light is extremely bright, with the power to split mountains and seas.
Even the whining north wind was stagnant, and the world was silent.
Seeing this terrifying sight, Dong Chenyu secretly took a breath and thought to himself, this... what kind of sword is this? How could it be so scary? This sword simply broke his knowledge of the sword. A peak spiritual person could actually display such sword power. He could only describe it as unprecedented.
The sense of crisis in my mind has reached its extreme, and every cell and hair in my body seems to be screaming.
He quickly exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and the Dan Lake boiled completely. At this moment, even if he was a venerable man, he did not dare to entrust him.
After concentrating his mind, he gathered his energy and exhaled, and suddenly he roared, and a voice like a demon came out.
The world was silent for a moment, and if it was just like that, there were bone spurs that were as curved as antlers growing out of his head, emitting black gas, which was extremely terrifying. A coquettish and ghostly rune instantly lit up from every piece of his skin.
Dong Chenyu raised his hand and pressed forward, and an ominous black shadow suddenly condensed.
A ruthless look flashed in his eyes, he dug his own eyebrow with one hand, tore off a piece of flesh and blood, shouted to the sky, "Sacrifice!" When the voice fell, the black figure opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp white teeth, and This piece of flesh and blood was swallowed up in one gulp, and the body suddenly swelled, getting bigger and bigger, and finally covered an area of seventy or eighty feet. Then it suddenly condensed and turned into a hundred-foot-long dragon. His eyes were red, full of bloodthirsty, and countless corrosive auras were emitted. His scales were dark and shimmering with cold light, as if they were made of fine steel, and a terrifying aura rippled out.
Dong Chenyu looked crazy and growled: "Go to hell!"
While speaking, he raised his hand and pointed forward.
The dragon roared, and an invisible wave of air swept in all directions. Its tail curled up, rolling up the mist.
At this time, if someone looked down from the sky, they would not believe it. This area of several thousand feet seemed to have become an independent space.
A sword light that was condensed to the extreme slashed forward. Around the sword light, countless spiritual energy bubbles appeared, turning into a small spiritual energy sword, which bent towards the sword energy, as if on a pilgrimage.
On the other side, a dragon looked up to the sky and roared, looking like a mad demon, with violent energy in its eyes. It was looming in the black mist, and the black mist was pushed away at once, like the water of the Yangtze River, continuous and flowing from the distance. As it collided, even the space rippled with countless fine ripples.
Sooner or later, the sword light and the dragon connected with each other with a roar. There was no roar that resounded throughout the world, but instead it was as quiet as spring rain moistening things.
For a while, there was a stalemate, with each having its own victory or defeat.
He Jian looked gloomy and sighed: "If I had said this back then... it would be in vain to talk about it now." At this moment, he had already begun to have the will to die, because his Qi had been wrapped up in layers by Dong Chenyu, and even if he wanted to leave, he would not be able to leave. I couldn't leave, and there was no unwillingness in my heart, only a touch of bitterness.
At this moment, Dong Chenyu's heart was filled with huge waves, and he secretly thought, which monster was cultivated by this company? There is nothing complicated about this kind of sword move, it goes straight to the heart.
He was sure in his heart that if the other party was also a Venerable, under this move, he would have no power to fight back and would be killed instantly.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
After a hundred breaths, the difference in cultivation became apparent.
Although this sword light has the intention of killing everything, the gap between He Jian's cultivation level and that of the Venerable is really huge.
It gradually showed signs of decline, with a sense of lack of stamina, and even signs of collapse.
Seeing this scene, Dong Chenyu was overjoyed and said coldly: "With your level of cultivation, you still want to beat the sky, but you can't beat the sky!" Before his voice fell, a dense light emerged from the Dan Lake. , and at the same time, a large mouthful of blood essence was sprayed out, which merged into the dragon's body. Suddenly, the dragon's momentum greatly increased.
"Isn't it still possible? It seems that I can only melt the sword with my body..." He Jian sighed leisurely.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, his Dantian began to burn like a furnace, and there was no joy or sadness in his eyes.
"Senior He, no!" An urgent voice exploded. The voice came before anyone arrived. The golden sword mark engraved on the back of Ouyang Ming's hand actually resonated with the sky-shaking sword intention struck by He Jian. With joy, golden light rose into the sky.
"Here, back to Jianfeng?" He Jian even trembled.
After concentrating his mind, he shouted loudly: "Brother Yu, lend me a sword!"
Ouyang Ming was slightly startled, frowned, and said, "Borrow!" The fog in his heart suddenly dispersed, and he felt like he could see the blue sky after clearing the clouds. I thought to myself, no wonder, no wonder Senior He invited me out to look for wood, and kept testing it with his sword. It turned out that he had a great connection with Hui Jianfeng. Although Ouyang Ming had already guessed in his heart that He Jian was not simple, he never expected that he would be related to Hui Jianfeng or even Xu Aoran.
Before the voice of "borrow" had dissipated, a golden light flashed on the back of Ouyang Ming's hand, and he let out a sword cry of joy, blending into the sword light struck by He Jian.
The two merge quickly, just like alcohol and water.
The sword light struck by He Jian surged and filled the entire sky. It truly had a power that could split the heavens and split the earth.
"Crush it to me!" A cold light flashed in He Jian's eyes, and he swung his sword forward boldly, the sword light was very powerful.
At the same time, he gave Ouyang Ming a signal, indicating that he would take this opportunity to retreat.
"Boom..." The sword light exploded, the sky and the earth changed colors, and sparked a prairie fire. A wave of air that can destroy all sentient beings swept away in all directions. The mist stirred the void, just like countless invisible pens drawing large circles in the yellow sand, overlapping each other. The yellow sand filled the sky and exploded in an instant. It's dozens of feet tall.
Even Dong Chenyu did not dare to challenge this aura that destroyed all things, so he could only avoid the edge for the time being.
Moreover, in the bottom of his heart, there was a natural fear of the explosive power of this sword, like ice falling into a volcano, like an ordinary orc encountering a divine beast.
When the light dissipated, the land was covered with desolation and black smoke was rising, and the figures of Ouyang Ming and He Jian had completely disappeared.
Dong Chenyu had a gloomy look on his face, glanced at the torn hole in his long sleeve, and thought to himself, just the edge of the sword energy caused my long sleeve to collapse, causing the blood in my body to surge. This alone is enough to make you proud. . But I, the blood dragon clan, cannot swallow this breath. I will definitely avenge this.
At the same time, the big hand waved downwards, and the space within a few dozen feet exploded. He glanced at the horizon, his figure flashed, and he was gone in an instant.
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In the sky, Ouyang Ming carried He Jian on his back and swept outward.
He flipped his wrist, took out a pill, handed it to He Jian's hand, and said in a low voice: "Senior He, this is a spiritual energy pill. It has healing effects and can also restore spiritual energy. You should take it first."
He Jian gently wiped the blood stains around his mouth with his sleeves. He knew in his heart that Ouyang Ming was a master of alchemy. He had no shortage of elixirs and was not pretentious. After taking it, he swallowed it in one gulp and said weakly: "Brother Yu, thank you very much. If it weren't for you, Borrowing that sword, I have to explain where my old bones are."
"It's you who are so upright." Ouyang Ming complimented.
This is also true. How many spiritual people dare to face the Venerable and say such bold words as "You go first, I will pester him?"
Looking at the world, how many people are there who know they will die but are not afraid, just for the faith and perseverance in their hearts
He Jian's face turned pale, and the light in his eyes was concentrated. He got straight to the point and said, "Brother Yu, please forgive me, but have you ever heard of Hui Jianfeng?"
Ouyang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly inward, and even his breath was a little confused. He nodded slightly and said, "I've heard of it."
Even though Ouyang Ming was already sure in his heart, he was still extremely surprised when he heard this question. After all, this was one of the reasons why he entered the Great Ruins.
He Jian didn't ask deeply. After all, now was not a good time to talk.
However, the surprise in each other's hearts can be seen in the eyes of the two people communicating with each other. They all knew that they had found the right person this time.
On the other side, Xiao Lan was in the tree hole, staring blankly at the windmill, counting its revolutions in her mind.
One lap, two laps, three laps... one hundred and fifty laps.
The spiritual stone on the ground that was lit by the Heavenly Phoenix Fire was much dimmed, but he could still barely see his surroundings clearly.
A gust of cold wind blew. Xiaolan shivered and shrank back. She felt cold all over. She whispered: "The windmill has turned one hundred and seventy times, why hasn't it come back? It can't be... It can't be. Don't want it." Am I dead?" When she thought of this, she felt that it was getting darker outside and the wind was getting colder.
The spiritual energy in the spirit stone is getting less and less, and the light emitted is getting darker and darker, leaving almost only a little red light.
Xiaolan's body kept shrinking back, curling up together.
I was so scared that I cried in a low voice. Not every child is as strong as Xiaoman.
"Xiaolan, is that you?" At this moment, a gentle voice came from the darkness.
The sound was not loud, even a little subtle, but it dispelled all the darkness in Xiaolan's heart, just like the summer sunshine shining into her heart.
After a while, a fire lit up in the tree hole.
Ouyang Ming took out the lean meat from the space bag and grilled it carefully.
He is a high-level spirit person, and He Jian is a peak spirit person. It doesn't matter if he doesn't eat for a few months, but Xiaolan can't do it. Her cultivation level is too low and she can't live without food.
He Jian's face looked much better. He was sitting by the firewood, and Xiao Lan was sitting next to him. He didn't cry or make trouble, and was very sensible.
But when she looked at the pieces of meat on the firewood, a different look would burst into her eyes.
Soon, an appetizing aroma came from the tree hole.
"Xiao Lan, are you hungry? Eat something quickly." Ouyang Ming smiled softly and handed over a piece of meat, with a bit of pity between his eyebrows.
"Thank you." Xiaolan replied, timidly raised her hand to take it, and ate it in small bites, looking very delicate.
"Senior He, please eat some too. The meat contains spiritual power and is good for injuries." He said and handed a piece over.