A golden dragon appeared in the night sky. A dragon roar broke through the night sky. A burst of dragon breath crushed the entire grassland.
Countless monsters bowed to the ground, trembling and not daring to move, even the most powerful and proud Liaoshan Beast. Any monster that tried to look up would turn into blood in the next moment. As for those snakes that survived the battle, they twitched in fear, as if they would commit suicide by twisting themselves into pieces at any time to show their piety.
Because this is a dragon, it is a higher-level, truly supreme existence than the golden-winged roc, and it is already close to a god.
The divine fire in the golden-winged roc's eyes was still violent but strangely still. It looked at the golden dragon that flew up from the mausoleum, and burst out with a strong fighting spirit. It was born from the light, how could it be afraid of the dazzling light, its life is used to challenge the authority of dragons and phoenixes, so how could it be afraid? The coercion exuded by that golden dragon, and... Ten Thousand Swords Jackie Chan, could it be a real dragon
A violent howling sound resounded through the sky, and the golden-winged roc roared towards the mausoleum, and the sky of the entire grassland was shaken and slightly deformed. As it stretched out its claws, the ground of the grassland for tens of miles seemed to be shaken. It grabbed it! It wants to directly pierce the dragon's head of this golden dragon with its claws that tear the world apart!
The golden dragon condensed by ten thousand swords rose through the air, the dragon's eyes were indifferent, proud and cold. The dragon's whiskers fluttered, smashing all the lightning bolts high in the sky into pieces. It carries supreme coercion and light, but what is amazing is that its dragon breath carries an extremely deep chill. In just an instant, heavy snow fell in the sky around the mausoleum!
At that moment, the divine fire in the golden-winged roc's eyes suddenly flickered, because of the extreme cold in the dragon's breath, and because it suddenly discovered a shocking fact—this dragon composed of thousands of swords was actually a real dragon. What's even more frightening is that this stegosaurus actually carries two kinds of might! The golden dragon and the mysterious frost dragon! The most powerful, the noblest, the most sacred, and at the same time the most incompatible dragons in the dragon clan, they have been perfectly unified in this stegosaurus!
At this moment, this dragon composed of thousands of swords is actually stronger than the golden dragon and the mysterious frost dragon!
The golden dragon and the golden-winged roc meet in the sky and meet in the blizzard!
An angry and unwilling cry and a painful roar sounded in the sky!
The golden-winged roc's right claw instantly shattered, and the huge shadow cast in the sky, the giant dragon transformed by Wan Jian, tore open a gap!
The golden dragon was also torn open by the roc's claws with a terrifying wound!
The ten thousand rays of light wavered unsteadily, and the blood of the golden-winged roc flowed wildly, turning into golden jade paste and falling to the ground of the grassland, burning violently, burning thousands of monsters to death, and then turning into a hurricane, wreaking havoc everywhere, stirring up countless mud.
Blizzard and flowing fire are dancing and intertwining between the heaven and the earth.
Jin Jin roared, and continued to rush towards the golden-winged roc. The dragon's mouth opened wide, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world into its belly!
There was a loud bang!
The sky was full of golden light, and the night suddenly disappeared.
The ground of the grassland in front of the mausoleum sunk down one level, with a radius of tens of miles and a depth of ten feet.
Countless monsters died in it.
The grass and rocks are broken.
Even the cliff rocks at the highest part of the mausoleum collapsed several pieces, and rolled into the grassland with a thunderous sound. There is the sound of tearing air currents everywhere, the creaking sound of space struggling to support it, the violent divine power clashing everywhere, the miserable howling of monsters everywhere, until finally there is a violent dragon howl!
That dragon whistle was so clear and distant, as if it came from ancient times, and it seemed to be a newborn, extremely proud and domineering!
Thousands of swords become dragons, devour the world, and eat the golden-winged roc!
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I don't know how long it took, the blizzard gradually thinned, the snowflakes fell slowly, and the violent sounds gradually disappeared, and the grassland finally returned to a little quiet. The tens of thousands of monsters that survived looked up with fear and anxiety, and saw that the sky was clear. Although there was snow falling, there were no snow clouds, and the shadow that had covered the sky for a long time had disappeared.
A tiny black speck fell from the sky like a fallen leaf. It took a long time before the black spot landed on the ground with a soft crackling sound, which was extremely difficult to notice compared to the violent movement during the previous battle.
It was Nanke who fell from the sky to the ground. She fell heavily to the ground, spurting a lot of blood. The place where she fell was just before the mausoleum, at the beginning of Shinto.
Chen Changsheng looked at her, not deliberately, but naturally condescending.
He knew that after defeating the golden-winged roc, Wan Jian was broken and exhausted, but some things always needed to be finished.
He raised his arm, pointed to Nan Ke under the Shinto, and silently said "Go".
The sky over the mausoleum suddenly brightened again. Under the leadership of the short sword, Wan Jian turned and stabbed at Nan Ke.
It is still a dragon, but the color is lighter than before.
The Demon General and his wife stood in front of Nan Ke, looked at each other, and saw the determination and regret in each other's eyes. In fact, when Jianchi appeared in the world and Wan Jian volleyed around Chen Changsheng, they had looked at each other, and there was only regret and determination in their eyes. At that moment, they vaguely knew that the military adviser's plan for Zhou Yuan had completely failed. No matter how good the military adviser was, no matter how powerful His Royal Highness Nan Ke was, and what methods he was hiding, there was no way to deal with the endless adventures of this human teenager.
It's not a crime of war, it's life.
They felt that Chen Changsheng's life was too good.
There was determination in their eyes when they looked at each other, because at this moment, they had to break through. Only by recovering to their true strength can they find a chance, but in Zhou Yuanli, once they recover their realm, it means death.
Thousands of swords are like dragons, coming from the sky to the ground.
They stood in front of Nanke, their aura increased sharply, and instantly became extremely terrifying, like a real mountain peak.
This is the strength of the peak of Juxing, although in Xuelao City, they don't call it that.
Black armor covered their bodies. From this moment on, they were no longer ordinary middle-aged couples. They were no longer Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er, but twenty-three and twenty-four magic generals.
Ten thousand swords have arrived, cutting towards Nanke.
The Demon General and his wife stood in front of Nanke.
The dragon's head gushes out dragon's breath, bringing endless light.
In this light, nothing can be seen or pictures, only sound can be heard.
There were countless dense hissing sounds, that was the sound of swords and armor, iron rods, and iron pots rubbing and cutting.
The so-called dragon's breath is the sharpness of the sword.
I don't know how long it took, the golden dragon let out a long and incomprehensible howl, completed the attack, turned and walked towards the mausoleum.
Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan'er stood in front of Nan Ke, looking at each other quietly.
The black armor on their bodies was already broken, and sword marks were everywhere on their hard-as-stone bodies.
Teng Xiaoxiao looked at her and said calmly, "Sorry, I can't accompany you back to your hometown to farm and watch the sunset."
Liu Wan'er said: "It's me who should be sorry. If I hadn't decided to go back to my hometown, we should still be on the front line at this time, instead of being killed by a dragon inexplicably like now."
Teng Xiaoming didn't speak.
Liu Wan'er said: "The sunset in my hometown is much more beautiful than the sun here, but you will always get tired of watching it for a long time."
Teng Xiaoming said: "Yes, the picture of Ten Thousand Swords Transforming into a Dragon was very beautiful."
While speaking, several thunderbolts descended from the sky.
In order to block Wan Jiancheng's berserk attack for Nan Ke, the couple of magic generals raised their realm to the peak of star gathering at the same time, and Zhou Yuanli's rules gave birth to a sense, and they naturally started to attack. They didn't avoid it because they were dead. In order to stop Wanjian Jackie Chan, they used the method of disintegration, and they were doomed to die.
The sky thunder kept falling, which seemed a little stupid.
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Wan Jian returned to the mausoleum. In the bright light, Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand to hold the dagger.
But Wan Jian did not disperse, but continued to rush towards him, as if to kill him.
Countless sword howls came out in succession.
He subconsciously closed his eyes.
After a while, Jian Xiao disappeared, and everything was quiet.
He opened his eyes, but Wan Jian had disappeared.
Only the dagger was still held in his hand.
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