In the world of flames, Long Yan appeared as a real dragon and flew over slowly.
The red, crystal-like dragon scales covering his body were as hard as gold and iron, and the two red dragon horns on his forehead were as sharp as spears, shining with fascinating light.
"I heard that you also have an extraordinary physique."
Long Yan grinned and suddenly turned into a rainbow of lightning, using his dragon claws to tear at the shield that was protecting Pang Jian.
With a "crackling" sound, the thick green shield that the flames could not penetrate was easily torn apart by his sharp claws.
"Hey! That's all!"
The dragon flame, which was only a few feet long, swung and lashed with its body covered with dragon scales the moment the barrier was cracked.
"Bang!"
The green shield with cracks in it was suddenly shattered by the blow of his dragon body, and turned into green light all over the sky.
When the barrier was shattered, Pang Jian promptly summoned the "Heart of Winter", first using the extremely cold power to protect his body, and then wielded the Source Demon Sword in his hand.
Dozens of dazzling sword lights submerged Long Yan's body like a rainstorm.
But the level 8 Flame Dragon bared its fangs and claws in a fierce grin, growling and mocking: "You have never fought against a truly powerful dragon. With this level of sword light blade, you can't even break my dragon scales!"
Sure enough, those dragon scales that were like red crystal jade did not show even a single crack despite being cut and chopped by the sword light.
The sword attack, which was enough to decapitate an ordinary level eight demon, chopped at his dragon scales, as if tickling him.
He didn't even break a single dragon scale.
"The Dragon Clan is indeed as Bai Li said, a powerful demon clan blessed by heaven."
Pang Jian stood above the "Heart of Winter" in the sea of fire, holding a sword. His body was covered with white cold mist, resisting the fire attack created by Long Yan's dragon breath.
Deep in the thick cold fog, many of the laws of fire hidden in the dragon's breath have come into contact with the extreme cold truth within the "Heart of Winter".
Pang Jian made slight adjustments.
Above the Dantian broken ground, among the condensed moon and stars, there were streams of divine moon energy that could be absorbed by it.
While thinking about the mysteries of ice, stars and moon in his mind, he extracted some thunder power from the depths of the thunder vortex, refined it and integrated it into the next sword.
This was the sword technique he was more serious about.
“Wow!”
A long river of extremely cold sword light with stars and moons floating inside it shot out from the cold fog accompanied by lightning.
This ray of sword light was mixed with the profound meanings of the stars and the moon that he had comprehended, as well as the mysteries of extreme cold that he had comprehended. It suddenly appeared in the land of flames, instantly rendering ineffective the many dragon secrets hidden in the flames.
The sword light struck Long Yan's body, causing a piece of red, crystal-like dragon scale to suddenly sink into Long Yan's flesh and blood.
The dragon scales had not broken at all, not even a single crack.
The terrifying defense of this level eight fire dragon's body was so amazing that Pang Jian was simply astonished.
“Long Zhan, if I hadn’t been restrained by the True God Fanao, and hadn’t been forced by Fanao to perform the Dragon Blood Escape countless times, causing almost all of the golden dragon scales to explode, I’m afraid I wouldn’t even be able to break his dragon body.”
After facing the level eight Long Yan and a tentative confrontation, Pang Jian realized how powerful a real dragon is.
An eighth-level dragon with complete bloodline is obviously much superior to an eighth-level monster of the same level.
Perhaps, only those ancient species that also have the ancient bloodline of sacred beasts, such as the phoenix, unicorn, and black turtle, can compete with the dragon clan.
In this era, the demon tribes in the Holy Spirit Continent, whose bloodlines are not even complete, are not on the same level as the dragon tribes.
No wonder, all the monsters obey the Dragon Cave, and no wonder Bai Li is so afraid of Long Zhan.
“Come again!”
"This sword has some flavor."
"Hey! At least I feel a little pain."
Long Yan, who was in the fiery world, twisted his body and roared around Pang Jian, grinning and shouting continuously.
He deliberately flew slower than that, giving Pang Jian space to draw his sword. He wanted to test how much damage Pang Jian could cause to him with his strongest sword technique.
In human form, he is far from being able to fully exert his own strength, his bloodline is extremely difficult to burst out, and the power of his dragon body cannot be fully demonstrated.
Once he regained his true dragon body, he completely let himself go. Relying on his physical strength that far surpassed that of ordinary monsters, he dared to get close and take on Pang Jian's sword lights.
"Come if you want."
Pang Jian calmed his mind, stepped on the "Heart of Winter" and flew to the land of fire, swinging his sword at Long Yan repeatedly.
More sword lights mixed with different attributes and forces slashed at Long Yan's body, leaving more or less traces on those red crystal-like dragon scales.
Finally, when Pang Jian endowed a ray of sword light with the power of the scorching sun, fire and golden sharpness, he cut a crack in a piece of dragon scale.
Long Yan also felt the pain.
"The Chaos Sea is indeed a bit tricky. But this is still not enough, not enough to really hurt me!"
Long Yan hissed and twisted his body, grabbing Pang Jian's position with his claws a few times.
The extremely sharp flaming blade almost cut through the void, tearing the barrier that Pang Jian had summoned again into pieces, and also leaving hideous blood marks on Pang Jian's "Creation Realm" level body.
"Pang Jian, I have the power to tear you to pieces. You are indeed stronger than most of the human cultivators in the Nirvana Realm, even stronger than the so-called late Nirvana Realm!"
"But you are still inferior to us dragons!"
"And I, Long Yan, am one of the most powerful among our level eight dragons."
Without using any weapons, Long Yan, whose dragon body was the most powerful weapon in the world, once again used his dragon body to withstand a ray of sword light, and then another claw came to grab him.
The scarlet dragon claws suddenly enlarged, instantly appearing in the cold white fog, and tore off a large piece of flesh from Pang Jian's back.
Long Yan grinned, roasted the large piece of meat in the flames, and said, "Pang Jian, you are my food. I will eat you slowly and enjoy your flesh and blood."
Pang Jian, who felt a burning pain on his back, gritted his teeth and circulated the vast blood energy of the "Divine Pool of Creation" to repair his injuries with qi and blood.
The dragon's body was so powerful that it seemed invulnerable to swords and spears, and Long Yan had almost no flaws. This time, he finally realized the horror of the dragon clan.
"The body is almost invincible, but what about the dragon soul?"
He didn't believe that there was any living being without flaws, nor did he believe that there could be an intelligent race that was superior to all other living things and had no flaws at all.
When Long Yan smiled strangely, opened his bloody mouth, and was ready to eat his flesh and blood.
His eyes suddenly turned pure gold.
His golden soul suddenly broke away from his real body and disappeared in the blazing world of fire.
The soul that had been immersed in the molten lava and tempered was safe and sound in this world created by dragon's breath. It instantly reached Long Yan's forehead and went straight to his dragon soul sea.
"The soul is out of the body!"
Long Yan sneered disdainfully.
The two dragon horns on his forehead suddenly gave rise to a strong spiritual magnetic field, and a sea of light interwoven with blood and crystal chains condensed in an instant.
The sea of light condensed from the blood crystal chain turned into a soul barrier, blocking his forehead.
"Our demon race's souls are indeed a weak link, so in order to compete with the human race's masters of soul arts, we will make special preparations in this regard."
A dark red iron ring flew out from under his tongue and fell into the small sea of light.
Pang Jian's golden soul felt an extremely extraordinary soul fluctuation from the dark red iron ring.
In that small sea of light, countless blood crystal chains were all related to the secret art of the soul, and then suddenly a dancing fire phoenix, a burning vermilion bird, a majestic fire unicorn, and a flaming lion appeared.
Four ancient evil creatures appeared in the sea of light in the form of souls, existing in the enlarged dark red iron ring.
Pang Jian's attempt to shoot the golden soul into Long Yan's mind was intercepted by the souls of the four evil creatures, and it suddenly became difficult.
“Swish!”
A bolt of lightning struck silently and fell into the dark red iron ring, instantly killing the souls of the four ancient monsters.
Pang Jian cooperated with his original body and swung out a sword carrying the Thunder Avenue, killing the souls of the four ancient evil creatures with the soul nemesis.
"call out!"
His golden soul shone brightly, taking the opportunity to cross the sea of light condensed from the blood crystal chain and directly entered Long Yan's dragon soul sea.
The moment his soul entered Long Yan's soul sea, Long Yan suddenly howled and screamed.
Only then did he draw his sword again.
He simply stuck close to Long Yan's dragon body, no longer using the sword light released by the Source Demon Sword, but using the blade of the Source Demon Sword itself to slash down one by one.
“Crack!”
This black gold sword, which was made from the dragon horns and claws of the dragon, showed its sharp side and chopped off Long Yan's dragon scales piece by piece.
With the sharpness of the sword alone, he broke through Long Yan's dragon scale defense, causing further damage to the dragon scales.
“Ouch!”
Long Yan roared in pain and was soon covered with bruises.
"Pang Jian!"
“Damn it!”
Long Yan roared and howled, and let out a sad and angry dragon roar, and suddenly his dragon body that was over a thousand feet long was fully revealed, like a winding ancient ruby wall.
“Boom! Boom!”
Endless flames burst out from the gaps between his dragon scales, and his pupils and nostrils were spewing flames.
His dragon soul sea turned into a sea of fire that destroyed all things.
The fire dragon soul that belonged to him was chopped into pieces by the sharp divine sword condensed from Pang Jian's golden soul, and then stubbornly reunited in his own dragon soul sea.
"call!"
The soul of Long Yan finally condensed into a bead and disappeared from his own dragon soul sea, while his soul sea was ignited with a terrifying aura of destruction.
As soon as this breath came out, Pang Jian immediately felt something was wrong and quickly retreated.
"Kid from Jianlou, you and I have an irreconcilable hatred. I will definitely kill you!"
This giant red dragon, which was over a thousand feet long, soared in the air, sprinkling dragon blood all the way. After a few twists and turns, it disappeared from Pang Jian's sight.
In the sky where the fiery world disappeared, Pang Jian stopped while stepping on the "Heart of Winter" and did not chase after him.
Li Jie was still beside him, huddled under the Qilin Bell, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.
He was afraid that when he was chasing Long Yan, Xuan Ying from the Demon Scale Clan would take the opportunity to sneak in and kill this weapon-refining genius from the Tianbao Li family.
"The dragon race is really damn strong!" Li Jie smacked his lips and screamed, "This level eight fire dragon may have the power to fight against an Immortal Realm cultivator."
"Pang Jian, you really bring honor to our human race!"
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(End of this chapter)