When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

"Evil Jiao, what good will it do to you to do evil like this!"

Huang Tingsheng's body was broken, but he was facing off against the evil dragon that was more than ten thousand feet tall. •

"If the great road is dead, what's the use of living!"

"I hate it!"

"I hate Taoist Dragon Slayer!"

"I hate everything in the world!"

The dragon's voice came from above the sky.

Rumble——

Thunder and lightning cracked the sky.

It is said that the dragon is a descendant of the dragon. It can move clouds and spread rain, and is a noble in the water. Those with extraordinary talents can even control thunder and lightning.

The evil dragon has been sealed for so long, and he has watched the spiritual energy dissipate before his eyes, completely cutting off the path of cultivation.

The accumulated resentment can be imagined.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The evil dragon suddenly laughed and said, "Huang Tingsheng, right? I've heard that you are a small prefect, but you can't stop me!"

"If you want to stop me, let the immortals from heaven stop me! Let the people from the Dragon Slaying Sect stop me!"

"Stop hiding! I know you are hiding in Dragon City!"

The sound of the evil dragon is like thunder.

The people in the pagoda were completely frightened.

Yang Xiuhua hugged the bag and trembled. From scolding the stinky swordsman who was very likely to die in the flood, to scolding her own father, she scolded him for being a crow's mouth. It was not good to choose a name. He insisted on calling him Long Laixiang. Now he is fine. Well, even if the dragon really comes, it will not be fragrant.

"Nie Zhan, I will accept you today!" Huang Tingsheng raised his sword and rushed forward.

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other side.

Old man Xuanwu gradually approached Zuo Qiuye and others.

Showing a smile of success.

He grabbed Zuo Qiuye's shoulder and was about to use his hands to separate his muscles and bones, and then peel off his skin.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed.

Zuo Qiuye, who was held by his shoulders, turned into a man in white.

Is it an illusion? No...it's not an illusion, but it has a similar effect to illusion! ?

Old man Xuanwu's pupils shrank.

"Old man Xuanwu, you're fine."

Li Chang smiled and said.

Putting his fingers together, condensing his sword intent, he instantly cut through the opponent's abdomen!

Wow…

Blood flowed.

The old man Xuanwu had to use his cultivation to repair his body and took several steps back.

"Practitioner?" Old man Xuanwu was shocked and angry. He had been safe all his life, but he was also tricked.

However, Li Changxiao did not intend to give him a chance. The early stage of Yuanying's cultivation suddenly exploded. He put his fingers together and roared with Jiang Python's sword intent.

Then, a sword swept across.

Rumble…

The originally dark secret passage was suddenly cut in half.

The sun shines in.

Zuoqiu Ye trembled and stared blankly at this sword, how powerful it was.

She looked at the figure in white in front of her.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself.

Just now, when she was suppressed by old man Xuanwu's internal force and unable to move, Li Changxiao suddenly appeared behind them and rescued them.

A circle was drawn on the spot.

Ask them to stand in the circle and not move, otherwise they will die.

Gravel falls.

The aperture protected the four people and they were not injured.

However, their attention is not here, but on the battle ahead.

"God...god!"

Lao Tie was so frightened that his tongue was almost tied.

Seeing Li Changxiao's side face again, this usually lazy alcoholic swordsman, his sword eyebrows slightly furrowed, finally showed his sharp edge, Zuo Qiuye felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It turns out that he is an immortal.

Her eyes were shining like never before. She longed for one thing. She never denied herself and admired the strong.

In the field of vision of four people.

The swordsman in white put his fingers together and quickly swung his second sword.

The clouds fade and the sky clears, the mountains collapse and the ground sinks, and the rivers flow backwards...

Indescribable power.

Later, old man Xuanwu fled, and Li Changxiao chased him.

"Two swords..."

"Eight mountains were chopped down, this..."

A young man dressed as a scholar counted the broken hills and stretched out eight fingers.

If you haven't seen it with your own eyes.

He absolutely doesn't believe it.

Zuo Qiuye looked at the direction Li Changxiao was leaving and couldn't regain his senses for a long time.

"Fellow Taoist, we have no grievances or enmities, so why are we forcing each other so hard?"

"Besides, it won't be good for you."

"With your early Nascent Soul cultivation, you can swing such a shocking sword. You must have been a rare genius at the beginning, and you wouldn't have traded lives with the old man."

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Old man Xuanwu shouted.

Secretly cursing bad luck.

It's probably an old enemy.

He used to be an alchemist and liked to catch people everywhere to test medicines. The swordsman in white behind him was probably one of them.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have exchanged my life with myself.

"Old man, you made a mistake."

"Killing you will be of great benefit to me."

Li Changxiao said casually.

When the old man Xuanwu heard this, he also knew that he could not be kind today, so he immediately broke into a desperate situation, stopped running away, and turned around to join the battle.

Old man Xuanwu's cultivation is at the peak of Yuanying.

In the age of spiritual prosperity.

If Li Changxiao is useless and only better than chickens and ducks, then old man Xuanwu is even worse than chickens and ducks.

After more than two thousand years of cultivation, he can reach the peak of Nascent Soul.

A bit rubbish.

As for his grudge with Li Changxiao.

It's actually very simple.

It's just ordinary murder and treasure grabbing.

Li Changxiao was not dead, so he planted a dream. He thought that the world was so big that he would never encounter it again.

Unexpectedly, fate is such a coincidence.

"I will fight with you. I am at the peak of my Yuanying cultivation. If you don't believe it, I can't beat you at the early stage of your Yuanying!"

Old Xuanwu was forced to panic, his eyes turned red, and he turned around and punched him.

The Mountain Fist can directly blow a mountain into powder with one punch.

But unfortunately, this punch was not implemented.

Instead, it hit Li Changxiao's false image.

Li Changxiao stood in the distance, his eyes flashing blue, carefully weaving a dream to lure out the remaining aura of the old man Xuanwu.

Old man Xuanwu was like a turtle in an urn, being played with at will.

Wait until the time is right.

He swung his sword again, blood spattered three feet, and the head fell to the ground.

at the same time.

In the dream space, a bright red fruit was born again.

Li Changxiao is a person who holds grudges.

He couldn't even remember how many dream fruits he had planted.

In short, pick it whenever you find it.

He picked the fruit and bit into the sweet pulp, his breath rising.

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Even if Huang Tingsheng had the Dragon Suppressing Sword in hand, he was still no match for the evil dragon.

The dragon's combat power is already strong, and it has the title of invincible in the same realm.

And this evil dragon is a dragon among dragons, a genius among dragons, and a strong one among the stars in Fuyao Holy Land.

Even if it is sealed for a thousand years.

It is not something that a small prefect can shake.

Huang Tingsheng felt bitter in his heart, but he was helpless.

In fact, there are still many people in the Lingtian Dynasty who are capable of suppressing dragons.

He came to Beijing this time to ask for help.

Unfortunately, I was rejected for various reasons and was unwilling to take action.

He could only settle for the next best thing and sacrifice his life to get this Dragon Suppressing Sword, which was once the weapon of the Lingtian Dynasty.

The more he fought, the less spiritual energy remained in his body.

"Huang Tingsheng, among the 3,800 officials of the Lingtian Dynasty, there are many who stand higher than you and who can see farther than you. They don't dare to stop me."

"You, why?"

The sound of the evil dragon is like rolling thunder.

"Master Prefect!"

At this moment, Wang Shui stuck his head out of the pagoda window and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother Zhou Wen has died in the line of duty. There are more than 10,000 old, weak, women and children in the four pagodas."

He shouted loudly, "Except for the pagoda, there are survivors in Dragon Blood Mountain and Bainan Mountain!"

Huang Tingsheng looked back, nodded happily, and murmured that it was a little late, but fortunately it was not the latest.

He stroked the sword gently, his eyes gradually becoming determined.

"Huang alone cannot stop you."

"Can…"

He firmly grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand and the tip of the sword with the other, and raised the Dragon Suppressing Sword high.

The evil dragon's pupils shrank suddenly, "Do you think... you are crazy! This way you will never be reincarnated! Although the great road is dead, reincarnation is still there!"

Huang Tingsheng turned a deaf ear, used his hands hard, silently recited a certain magic formula, and then folded it hard!

There was a click.

The Suppressing Dragon Sword split into two halves.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Tingsheng shouted loudly: "Everyone!"

"Please kill the dragon!"

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"Masters, please slay the dragon!!"