Chapter 371: Slay the dragon and bathe in its blood! (Part 2)

In the void.

The old man sitting cross-legged on the cold continent had a hint of surprise in his deep eyes.

“This is a bloody world.”

After a long time.

Above the cold continent, the only sound left was the old man's leisurely sigh, and in his sigh, there was a hint of envy.

far away.

The wanderers standing on the dead land were somewhat surprised.

“It’s blocked?”

"It is incredible that a group of Jindan Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators can actually block the attack of a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator."

"We can't learn it. We can't learn it. If the practitioners in our world had such courage, how could we have fallen to the point where we are now?"

Many wanderers sighed.

Some people are even sad.

However, they were just sighing, because the final outcome of the Five Phoenixes would not change.

The Holy Son of Tianlong, he is the Holy Son of the Holy Land in the world of high martial arts.

Not only has his own strength reached the level of distraction, he also has many holy-level magical weapons on him.

So... no wanderer feels that this world can hold them back.

What if the whole world's power was gathered?

Many wanderers began to get restless.

Although they were blocked by Qi Liujia's formation, they could no longer control their inner desires.

Once the Holy Son of Tianlong kills these people, this world will surely collapse, and at that time, the origin will become unstable.

That's when the opportunity leaked.

Therefore, they were eager to cross the formation to gain benefits.

Even if I don't get any great fortune, it would be nice to follow the Son of God and drink some soup.

Moreover, the method of crossing the formation of the Holy Son of Tianlong also gave some inspiration to many wanderers.

Qi Liujia naturally knew that these people were ready to make a move.

but……

He didn't react at all.

He also knew that blocking everyone... was unrealistic.

If they want to break in, then let them break in.

Anyway, the earth-level formation outside the Five Phoenix Continent is even more difficult to break through.

…

On the bloody battlefield, a cold storm was sweeping across.

The gravel on the ground rolled.

The Holy Son of Tianlong stood on the chariot with an extremely ugly look on his face.

Holding a long spear in his hand, the golden long spear seemed to be shining brightly, as if there was light flowing on it.

far away.

A long and narrow gully spread out, which was a terrible gully swept out by the long spear.

At the other end of the gully.

Those ants...

Still alive and intact.

“It was actually… blocked?”

The Holy Son of Tianlong's eyes narrowed.

A word came out from between his teeth.

He felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped hard in the face by these natives.

Qi Liujia was watching outside, as were those wanderers.

And he, the holy son of the high-level martial arts world, was actually blocked by a group of middle-level martial arts natives.

They are just a group of natives at the Jindan and Foundation Establishment stages! "Hahaha!"

In the crowd.

Jiang Li's silver armor had already been blown to pieces, covered with cracks, and he laughed.

It was a laugh of excitement.

Blocked! The battle formation of the army!

This is Jiang Li’s way!

Above the sky.

The floating infant transformation realm cultivator in Wudi City also revealed a look of amazement.

He looked at Jiang Li, who was covered in blood but laughing, and took a deep breath.

The Five Phoenixes...are truly a group of guys who can create miracles.

Using the method of military formation combined with the combat power of six thousand foundation-building practitioners, it was actually able to match the attack of a distraction master!

This is simply unthinkable! Many hands make light work? This saying is actually not true in the practice of cultivation. For a true great cultivator, it is no problem for one person to defeat ten thousand.

However, the way of military formation is not like this.

He was able to perfectly integrate the cultivation and will of six thousand people and transform it into a terrifying attack.

Although he was able to block the attacks of the Spirit Severing Realm, it was mainly due to the outburst of his Infant Transformation Realm and the blessing of the Human Emperor's imperial dragon energy. It is undeniable that Jiang Li did create a path that has never been seen before in the world of cultivation!

"No matter how many ants there are, they are still just ants..."

The Holy Son of Tianlong stood on the chariot and slowly raised his spear.

The murderous aura was boiling.

These ants irritated him.

Boom! With a glance, the Holy Son of Tianlong locked his gaze on the Martial Emperor City Infant Transformation Realm floating in the sky.

If we kill this infant-transforming realm being, these ants will have no power to resist.

So what if we gather our strength together?

If numbers are useful, then what is the need for practice! Rumble! The wheels of the chariot rolled, outlining terrible traces on the ground of the bloody battlefield.

Boom! The chariot actually rushed into the sky, directly approaching the infant transformation realm of Wudi City.

The infant-transformed old man in Wudi City also showed anger.

Jiang Li and many soldiers seemed to ignite his blood.

He didn't retreat either.

Then let's fight! Jiang Li, his body covered in blood, held the sword in his hand and shouted again.

"kill!"

Boom! The sound of the words spread like thunder, exploding in the sky.

The three thousand Xuanwu guards and the three thousand Nanfu soldiers also shouted loudly.

"kill!"

The air was filled with murderous intent.

The bloody god of war appeared again, and a powerful sword energy slashed out.

A huge bloody ravine was pulled out in the air.

"snort……"

The Holy Son of Tianlong sneered.

He raised his hand and threw the Dragon Ball into the air. The Dragon Ball shone brightly in the air and a giant dragon shadow emerged, forming a shield around his body.

The blood-colored sword energy slashed on the defense, but couldn't leave any mark.

The long spear swept across, heading straight for the infant transformation realm of Wu Di City.

Boom! The long spear glowed with golden light, and a ferocious shadow seemed to emerge.

That is a ferocious beast.

The old man who had transformed into an infant in Wudi City was in a trance.

When he came to his senses, Chang Ge was already approaching.

Phew!

A bloody light bloomed in the air, and the blood trail stretched out for hundreds of meters.

A powerful infant-transformed warrior had his body cut in half by a long spear in mid-air.

The old man's mutated Nascent Soul narrowly escaped, but the long spear still slashed with a terrifying edge, as if it wanted to wipe out the Nascent Soul.

This battle is ultimately unfair.

The Holy Son of Tianlong is too strong! Looking at the Wudi Chengying who was slashed in the void, he changed his state.

Everyone on the bloody battlefield had a look of sorrow on their faces.

Even if Jiang Li roared and gathered the strength of thousands of troops, he could not change anything.

The old man who had transformed into an infant in Wudi City knew that his Nascent Soul had no hope of escaping, and his ferocious nature was revealed.

His mutated Nascent Soul flew out and rushed towards the Holy Son of Tianlong.

Boom! Above the sky, the Nascent Soul exploded, and terrifying energy waves swept across.

The Holy Son of Tianlong swept his spear across, his eyes cold and ruthless.

He likes the thrill of killing.

He liked looking at these ants, with their helpless and desperate expressions.

In nothingness.

The old man Qi Liujia sighed.

His eyes fluctuated, not knowing whether he should take action.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the Golden Body Continent, as if he wanted to see through the void and see the original space.

"Would you like to do me a favor?"

"This boy can activate the word formation of 'Lin' and has the blood of the Great Emperor. Perhaps..."

"Um?"

suddenly.

The old man Qi Liujia's gaze shifted and returned to the bloody battlefield.

Originally, he thought that Wuhuang had no hope.

But, it seems... there is still hope.

…

The Holy Son of Tianlong swept his long spear.

The bloody god of war was cut in half.

The chariots rolled over, making a rumbling sound, as if they were going to crush all the natives underneath into pieces.

Jiang Li coughed up blood, and his silver armor exploded, revealing the white shirt behind the armor. However, the white shirt had already turned blood-red.

Blood was seeping from every pore of his body.

After all, the method of military formation was something he had just figured out and had not yet perfected. The pressure required was too great! He was bearing such a force alone, and his body was almost bursting.

When the Bloody God of War was killed, Jiang Li's mind was severely damaged.

"A mob is a mob, and it's boring."

The Holy Son of Tianlong smiled faintly.

The light of the long spear swept out from his hand again.

Phew!

Many Xuanwu guards holding shields could not hold on and were hit by the long spears, with blood and flesh flying everywhere...

However, the army formation could not be disrupted, and someone immediately came up with a shield to take over.

The Holy Son of Tianlong swept out the long spear again, and like a meat grinder, the bodies of the Black Tortoise Guards were crushed one by one, and their blood was spilled on the battlefield.

Jiang Li couldn't bear it anymore.

He was kneeling on one knee, his hair was disheveled and blood was oozing from his mouth and nose.

The sword was already covered with cracks.

With a click.

Falling apart.

"Or am I too weak..."

There was self-blame in Jiang Li's eyes.

The death of each soldier made him feel heartbroken.

If he is strong enough, his body can withstand the power of millions or even tens of millions of troops, and he can turn into a bloody war god. I am afraid that he can kill this murderer with one sword! Tan Tai Xuan is old.

He beat the war drum.

But when he saw the soldiers being beheaded one by one, he became furious.

The imperial dragon energy was released from his body, blessing the world.

But……

not enough.

Tan Tai Xuan's imperial dragon energy is not strong enough.

Phew.

Tan Tai Xuan coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He clenched his fists.

Suddenly I understand what Young Master Lu said, people in the world should become stronger.

Everyone is too weak.

Xie Yunling was beside him, constantly setting up formations and blessing Tan Tai Xuan.

However, the jade talisman continued to break, and Xie Yunling's face became paler and paler.

The Holy Son of Tianlong smiled coldly.

The long spear suppressed the army.

He stood beside the bronze chariot covered with mottled marks and slowly approached Jiang Li.

This man is indeed a genius who pioneered the art of military formations. It's a pity... such a genius was born in the wrong world.

He looked down at Jiang Li who was kneeling on one knee.

“You want to be the savior.”

"Unfortunately... you are not qualified enough."

"In this world, strength is king after all."

The Holy Son of Tianlong said lightly.

The words fell.

The long spear in his hand suddenly slipped, and the sharp spear was pressed straight against Jiang Li's neck, intending to cut off Jiang Li's head with one stroke.

Behind Jiang Li, all the soldiers showed expressions of grief and anger.

On the chariot.

Tan Tai Xuan's body was shaking and he vomited blood.

"No!"

Tang Xiansheng, with a hunched back, slowly closed his eyes, unable to bear to see this scene.

An atmosphere of despair permeated the bloody battlefield.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The Holy Son of Tianlong was very satisfied with this.

Ants should behave like ants! Buzz...

Suddenly.

There was a sonic boom.

A black light descended from the sky and flew towards them at a high speed.

Fast as black lightning.

The Holy Son of Tianlong actually felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

He raised the long spear in his hand.

A black knife slashed on his long spear.

Sparks flew.

The Holy Son of Tianlong stood on the chariot, his hair flying, staring at the figure coming towards him.

His white shirt fluttered and his unshaven beard showed a bit of vicissitudes of life.

His eyes were cold, yet sharp enough to make one's heart tremble.

Boom! A powerful sword intent swept over.

Burst of energy.

The wheels of the chariot rolled, and the Holy Son of Tianlong stood on the bronze chariot and actually retreated a hundred miles.

Jiang Li is not dead.

Many soldiers became excited. They looked into the distance and saw a standing figure.

He was wearing a fluttering white shirt and holding a black knife that looked like a butcher knife.

“Nie…”

"It's Nie Zhangqing, the outstanding person on the Human List!"

"Disciples of Baiyujing!"

Many soldiers' faces turned red with excitement.

Didn't Nie Zhangqing enter the immortal ruins? Moreover, he also stepped into the immortal formation. I didn't expect him to appear at this moment.

Was he the first to break out of the formation? Nie Zhangqing, holding a knife, glanced at the miserable Jiang Li and said, "Are you okay?"

If anything happened to Jiang Li, the girl who raised chickens would go crazy.

Jiang Li shook his head and let out a breath.

"I leave it to you."

Jiang Li Road.

He tried his best, but it was still far from enough.

Nie Zhangqing smiled.

"good."

The words were calm, and they echoed across the battlefield as sand and rocks rolled by and the wind swept in.

Like a simple promise between two mature men.

Nie Zhangqing turned his head and looked at the Holy Son of Tianlong in the distance. The powerful aura coming from the other party made Nie Changqing narrow his eyes slightly.

"Just in time, my knife... is a little thirsty."

Nie Zhangqing said.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure instantly flashed across the bloody battlefield, leaving a trail of afterimages.

He moved forward courageously and headed straight for the Holy Son of Tianlong.

"Distracted?"

Looking at Nie Zhangqing coming to kill him, the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon smiled.

He was not surprised that Wu Huang had reached the level of Spirit Severing.

Because... in this world that is about to condense the origin of high martial arts, if you don't even have the realm of distraction, what qualifications do you have to impact high martial arts? "But, even if it's distraction, so what? Natives are natives after all!"

The Holy Son of Tianlong was filled with murderous intent.

Since there are powerful Spirit Severing Masters in this world, why send a bunch of ants to fight him? Is this looking down on him, the Son of Heavenly Dragon?

Boom! The long spear swept out, sharp as if it was going to cut the sky apart!

Nie Zhangqing drew his sword with one hand, from bottom to top, and drew out a blade of light! The two sharp energies collided, and they were evenly matched.

The Holy Son of Heaven and Dragon stood firm on the chariot, motionless.

Nie Zhangqing retreated backwards.

After a fight, the winner was immediately clear.

Obviously, the Holy Son of Tianlong is stronger.

Nie Zhangqing held the knife and shook his head: "I have been practicing hard for ten years. Although I have experienced countless battles in the illusion, it is not a real life-and-death struggle after all. I can't recover all of a sudden."

The words fell.

Nie Zhangqing's movements suddenly broke out.

With his body as the center, spiritual consciousness spread and turned into a blooming lotus.

Yinshen Daolian, Immortal Relics Ten years later, Nie Zhangqing successfully entered the Yinshen realm! "You are no match for this Saint Son, wait, this Saint Son will chop off your head!"

The Holy Son of Tianlong sneered.

He has the upper hand.

Because he felt that Nie Zhangqing was not strong enough.

How could a beginner like him be a match for the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon?

He has two holy-level magical weapons in his hands.

The most important thing is that he is not at the initial stage of the Divine Realm, but at the intermediate stage!

Even though he was suppressed by the protective power of the world, he was still in the middle level of the Spiritual Severing Realm!

Boom boom boom! Nie Zhangqing drew his sword, stood in the air, and continued to slash with the sword.

His spine was like a dragon, and he let out a deafening dragon roar.

As the Nine Extreme Heavenly Lock, he has an extremely solid foundation and is far superior to others in strength.

The Holy Son of Tianlong also swept out his long spear, but he was more and more shocked in his heart.

Because, Nie Zhangqing showed unparalleled dominance in terms of strength.

This person's foundation is extremely solid, even more solid than his foundation for breaking through the Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir realm!

The eyes of the Holy Son of Tianlong flickered, and there was actually a hint of greed in them.

This world is capable of reaching high levels of martial arts, so it really has something. If one can obtain this basic practice method, it will be worth the trip, and it may be able to take the overall strength of the Kowloon Small World to a higher level!

The battle between the two people in the Spiritual Realm, the aftermath of the explosion, the continuous impact.

The bloody battlefield seemed as if a layer had been shaved off.

The ground was rolling, and the gravel was ground into powder! "Royal Sword."

Nie Zhangqing was stern, with black knives floating around his body.

Controlling the long sword through the air, he slashed out a sword light that spanned the sky.

His expression was resolute, and there seemed to be a surging will rolling in his eyes.

For ten years, he was trapped in the great formation of the immortal ruins.

In the illusion, he reviewed everything. He remembered the rainy night when he met Lu Fan.

That was the night of his nirvana.

It is also where his spiritual practice began.

Since then, he has been following Lu Fan's footsteps. He wants to become stronger, become a top practitioner, and bring his wife back from Dao Sect.

Then, he succeeded.

After his success, all that was left for him was the pursuit of the path of cultivation.

He wanted the young master to recognize him.

I wanted to see the admiration for his swordsmanship from the young master’s calm eyes.

Therefore, he kept practicing with the sword, hoping to deliver a strike that would shock even the young master.

This can be considered as his obsession in the illusion.

This obsession lasted for ten years.

For ten years, he only practiced one sword.

In the tenth year, he broke through the illusion and walked out of the formation!

Now, he encountered a strong enemy.

Nie Zhangqing put away his knives, and all the black knives condensed into one knife, which he held in his hand and hung at his waist.

Looking up, it seems as if I can see through the sky.

He didn't know where the young master was.

However, he believed...the young master must have seen his knife.

As a disciple of Bai Yujing, he would not bring shame to the young master.

The Holy Son of Tianlong stood on the chariot, and he felt a terrible sense of oppression.

He was a little bit incredible.

Why does the man in white in front of him give him a sense of oppression?

Although his strength was suppressed by the protective power of the world, it was no weaker than that of an initial stage of spiritual power.

With two holy-level magic weapons in his hands, why would this person oppress him?!

Boom! Invisible air waves exploded, bringing about waves of sharp attacks.

On the cold continent.

Qi Liujia, whose qi and blood were declining, suddenly had a slightly gloomy look in his eyes.

“This feeling…”

"Dao Yi?!"

Boom! Nie Zhangqing's aura was still rising.

His hair was flying and his white shirt was fluttering.

His eyes became brighter and brighter! Tianlong Shengzi felt uneasy.

Roar! He threw up the dragon ball, hum...

The Dragon Ball suddenly became more glorious.

The shadow of a golden dragon appeared around his body, forming an extremely strong defense that protected him.

With the protection of holy-level defensive magic weapons.

The Holy Son of Tianlong felt a little relaxed.

But, think about it.

He was actually frightened by a native of the Zhongwu world.

His complexion suddenly turned ugly.

There was murderous intent in his eyes.

The long spear swept across, sweeping out a shocking spear! On the bloody battlefield.

Nie Zhangqing, who was staring at the Holy Son of Tianlong, moved.

Boom! He pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist.

Boom! A terrible force exploded, and the ground beneath Nie Zhangqing's feet was completely blown apart, with rubble and rocks everywhere.

In the flying dust and broken dust.

Only Nie Zhangqing's deep voice was left.

"Fourth level sequence, sword drawing..."

"Slay the dragon!"

The next moment.

A simple blade light slashed out from the dust.

The blade light continued to grow larger and turned into a blade that covered the sky.

"Dao Yi?!"

And it’s not just ordinary Taoism!

The Holy Son of Tianlong was shocked, and his expression changed drastically! He finally understood where the uneasiness in his heart came from.

What the hell...

Why would a monster with the power of Tao appear in a world of Zhongwu ?!

The plain blade light flashed by.

The golden dragon's phantom exploded!

The Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon roared, twisted his body and turned into a giant dragon with spread wings!

However.

The blade still slashed through his body, and his scales flew off!

Blood is rolling down!

The entire bloody battlefield suddenly became extremely quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.

Tan Taixuan and Jiang Li were both looking at Nie Zhangqing standing there in shock and disbelief.

Someone, with one last swipe of his sword, slayed a giant dragon and bathed in its blood.

PS: I have a runny nose due to a cold. I am typing while blowing my nose. It is so miserable. Please vote! (End of this chapter)