In the west of Hongluan Star Territory, on the Star of Life, Young Master Xiaobai battles Hughes, the third strongest in the Sanctuary.
The head of the Heavenly Sword appeared, cutting the sky and moving the earth, directly splitting the void and descending into the human world.
Before the crisis, Young Master Xiaobai erupted with astonishing power, dragon scales looming all over his body, absolute defense, hard to block the power of the Heavenly Sword.
The earth-shattering battle, the power of moving the world, centered on the two of them, the violent power spread, and the world changed color instantly.
In the aftermath, the two figures were separated, and Hughes stabilized his body and looked at the former with a dark expression.
Scale clan
No, this breath is the dragon family!
Hasn't the dragon clan already been exterminated, why are there still people of the dragon clan in the world
Before I could think about it, a white light flashed in front of me, and the son Xiaobai once again bullied himself up, and the white dragon roared in the air, his power was even greater than before.
Hughes came back to his senses, and the Golden Divine Sword responded with a loud shock, and stepped back half a step.
When the battle resumes, at a completely different level, Young Master Xiaobai is full of dragon power, and his movements are astonishing.
Bailong's magic spear moves unpredictably, point, stab, sweep, split, ever-changing, with divine power blessing, the ability to destroy is unstoppable.
In the battle, Hughes retreated again and again, facing a completely reborn opponent, falling into a disadvantage.
"Dragon, you are actually a descendant of the dragon!"
Under the storm-like offensive, Hughes was shocked and angry, and said.
"Since you have guessed it, you can't save your life, Xiaolong Jue!"
The murderous intent lingered, and the offensive reached its peak again. Behind the son Xiaobai, the white dragon phantom manifested, the dragon's might pervaded, and the world was eclipsed.
After endless years, the dragon clan reappeared. During the battle, the master of the tenth house, Xiusi, lost his mind, and his tactics also began to be flawed.
"Boom, boom!"
The white dragon's magic spear danced, sweeping away thousands of troops, opening the sky and breaking the mountains.
Hughes retreated, and on his right arm, blood kept dripping, dyeing the golden sword red.
"retreat!"
Knowing that he had no chance of winning, Hughes didn't want to fight anymore, he cut out with a sword, and the figure quickly retreated.
"You can't go!"
The young master Xiaobai smashed the sword energy that came from the sky with a spear, and threw the white dragon spear in his hand.
When the murderous intention came, Hughes looked back and looked at the white dragon that was swiftly swept from behind.
"boom!"
Astonishingly powerful and violent, Hughes held his sword and dyed it red again.
After a moment's delay, the young master Xiaobai swept to the rear, his right hand was empty, and the sharp spear took shape again.
The unpredictable dragon martial arts reappeared after a lapse of hundreds of thousands of years, forcing the third strongest in the sanctuary.
"Xuanhuang is one anger, and the eight dragons go against the world."
Knowing that his identity cannot be revealed, Young Master Xiaobai burst into a cultivation base. Suddenly, the situation in the nine heavens changed, the eight dragons manifested, and the mysterious world went against the world.
Unparalleled martial arts, the first to appear in the world, only to see above the nine heavens, eight dragons roaring into the sky, turning into flaming meteors, rushing towards the former.
Eight dragons approached, and the figure of Hughes hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.
The unique skills of the dragon clan are ancient and unparalleled in the past, and Xiusi’s sword is hard to block, only to see the dragon energy passing through the body, and the golden sword is hard to block.
"Uh!"
A splash of blood splattered all over the sky, and the dragon energy penetrated the body. The figure of Hughes fell directly from the sky and smashed to the ground.
In the void, Young Master Xiaobai's figure descended from the sky and stepped forward step by step, not daring to be careless.
Suddenly, in the pervading sand and dust, a golden sword light burst out of the sky, piercing to the bone, sharp and threatening.
Young Master Xiaobai sneered, his figure flashed past, avoiding the sword light, and after a short while, he swept into the sand and dust in the sky.
The sharp spear pierced the air with a squeak, pierced through the golden armor, and pierced directly into the king's chest.
"Uh!"
The muffled groan again, the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, and Hughes looked at the descendant of the dragon clan in front of him, and forced his last breath.
With a clatter, the divine sword swept out at a high speed, and the young boy Xiaobai's left arm was dripping with blood, and his shirt was dyed red.
"Um?"
Young Master Xiaobai frowned, glanced at his left arm, did he stab him
Ahead, Hughes collapsed weakly, and the moment his eyes closed, a gratifying smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Roja, next, please.
Hughes died in battle, and on the nearby life star, Roga, the lord of the third house, felt a sense of it, and his expression was shocking.
Hughes! How can this happen
Not long after, on the distant starry sky, the golden light and brilliance galloped past at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the star of life.
The next moment, only a loud bang was heard, and the Golden Divine Sword broke down into the air and landed on the ground.
The blood-stained sword, screaming constantly, a battle of life and death, the Lord of the Tenth Palace of the Sanctuary, fell!
Roja stepped forward and silently pulled out the golden sword, with deep pain in his heart.
In less than a day, the Sanctuary lost two palace masters one after another. Such a loss has never happened before.
Suddenly, Roja was shocked, looking at the blood-stained golden sword, his face was shocked.
What is this breath
On the blood-stained golden sword, apart from the aura of Hughes, there was a faint coercion that pervaded, and it was extremely powerful.
"Not a human race."
Roja's expression condensed, a bit like a scale clan, but not the same, strange.
With many doubts in his heart, Roja frowned as he looked at the golden sword in his hand.
In this way, Hughes desperately sent the sword back to tell him something.
At the same time, in the southeast of the Hongluan Star Territory, the mysterious Human Race powerhouse took action, and the Stone Race kings were defeated and most of them died in the battle.
The strong human race counterattacked, attracting the attention of the Heavenly Demon Royal Family, and Xuan Qi personally went out and set off for the territory of the Stone Race.
A few days later, on the big star of life where the human race and the stone race fought, Xuan Qi appeared, looking at the devastation in front of him, and a stream of light flashed in his eyes.
Sure enough, it is the unique atmosphere of the human race. I didn't expect that there are so many hidden masters in the human race.
Looking at it for a moment, Xuan Qi's figure flashed past and swept toward the nearest life star again.
These breaths are obviously left not long ago, presumably the strong people of the human race have not gone too far, he should still be able to catch up.
After a few breaths, on the starry sky, a sword light galloped past, the speed was extremely fast, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Just in the Hongluan Star Territory, when the Human Race and the Hundred Races began to confront each other, in the Star Territory of the Heavens, before the Immortal Burial Jedi, a black figure appeared and appeared in the forbidden place on earth.
Ahead, the Immortal Burial Jedi, the cold wind whistling, and countless bones are everywhere.
After stopping for a moment, Ning Chen did not hesitate any longer, and took one step forward, entering the Immortal Burial Jedi.
After a hundred years, I came here again, and everything has changed. Inside the Immortal Burial Jedi, the terrain is ups and downs, which is much different from the last time I came.
It seems that the realm of life is changing all the time, and Ning Chen walks in it, fully alert.
He knew very well that this place is definitely not a pure land on earth, otherwise, the man who was pinned in the mountain would have been broken out.
He doesn't know what kind of power can turn this place into a Jedi, but the purpose of this place's existence is most likely to suppress the people in the mountains.
"Roar"
Not long after Fang entered, in the distance, at the end of the valley, the roar of the beast shook the sky and could be clearly heard thousands of miles apart.
Ning Chen stopped and looked at the deep valley in the distance, frowning slightly.
"Keng, Keng"
In the depths of the valley, the yin qi filled the air, and the sound of neat footsteps sounded. Rows of soldiers in yin armor walked by, eerie and terrifying, making people afraid to approach.
Since the ancient times, after the collapse of the Four Immortal Realms, every once in a while, there will be ghost soldiers appearing in every corner of the starry sky, and I don't know where to go from here.
In the distance, Ning Chen saw the Yin soldiers in the valley. This time, he was no longer excited.
For hundreds of years, he has seen many words of Yin Soldiers borrowing the way. In the dark, he seems to have a relationship with these things, and every few days, he can always see these strange things.
In the depths of the valley, the shadow soldiers appeared not long after, and dispersed out of thin air, as if the reflection of the ancient times had completely disappeared.
On the distant mountain peak, Ning Chen stepped forward and swept toward the valley.
In the Jedi, the different light rises, suppressing the power of heaven and earth, and the birds are unable to travel, falling from the sky from time to time.
At the bottom of the peak, Ning Chen's figure fell, and with a thud, he bent his knees and descended into the valley.
Absolute physical strength, extremely terrifying, jumped from the top of the ten thousand zhang peak, unscathed.
In the deep valley, the Yin soldiers were no longer visible, and only the residual Yin Qi permeated and was eerie to the bone.
Ning Chen walked in it, without staying any longer, his figure flashed past and swiftly swept forward.
At the end of the valley, among the peaks that towered into the clouds, a pair of tired eyes suddenly opened, and they looked forward with excitement.
Here, he is finally here!
In front of the mountain, there are thorns all over the place. For hundreds of years, the black thorns born out of thin air have blocked the way forward and spread thousands of miles, which is shocking.
Ning Chen stopped and looked at the thorns in front of the mountain, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The last time I came, these thorns did not exist. In just a hundred years, such a big change has taken place here. It seems that this trip will not be too easy.
He reached out his hand to touch it, but saw the thorns in front of him shake gently, a black airflow filled the air, and the sound of rustling sounded. On Ning Chen's fingers, the skin began to crack, revealing bloodstains.
Ning Chen withdrew his hand and frowned, the terrifying thorns were actually unable to defend against even the body of a demon.
Thinking of this, Ning Chen waved his right hand, and started with the Ghost Sword, and began to open up the wasteland honestly.
Thousands of miles of thorny mountain road, long and rugged, for the next ten days, Ning Chen split the road ahead step by step, without any rush.
In the rear, the thorns that were cut down were all collected into the green tripod, and none of them was wasted.
These thorns, since they are so terrifying, will definitely come in handy in the future.
In ten days, Ning Chen cut down nearly half of the thorns in front of the mountain, even though the body of a demon with endless physical strength felt a little tired.
Ten days later, at the foot of the mountain, Ning Chen finally walked to the mountain. He looked at the mountain in front of him, his ghost sword clenched tightly, and he slashed out.
"boom!"
The sword edge slashed down, but the whole mountain shook violently during the earth-shattering shock, and a huge crack appeared in the center of the mountain, and boulders flew and slammed down on the ground.
The mountain collapsed, and the road ahead appeared, Ning Chen concentrated and walked towards it.
In the mountain, the sound of iron cables swayed, and there were dozens of black chains crisscrossing each other. In the center of the chain, a man in black was locked in the mountain, and he could not escape for a thousand years, ten thousand years.
"It's finally time for you." When fate came, the man in black raised his head and said in a tired voice.