Chapter 372 Old Nie kills the dragon, the catastrophe is coming

The sound of the sword was so loud that it actually cut the giant dragon in half, bringing about a large amount of blood rain.

The entire bloody battlefield was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The world was stunned and couldn't believe it, staring at Nie Zhangqing in white on the battlefield. That stunning sword move seemed to be engraved in everyone's soul.

That sword... was too amazing! One year, one year into the Immortal Ruins, Nie Zhangqing had grown to this level, and could cut out such a peerless beauty with one sword! Daoyi!

The fourth level sequence of Taoism!

Many people suddenly understood why Nie Zhangqing was able to perform such an amazing slash.

Things like Daoyi are very powerful. When the Overlord was only at the Tiansuo Realm, he was able to fight against the Nascent Soul with the help of Daoyi.

That was a fight across great realms.

And now, Nie Zhangqing is also in the realm of distraction, fighting with the Holy Son of Tianlong. With the help of Taoism, it is normal that he can make such an amazing sword strike.

Sheathing his sword, Nie Zhangqing stood there, slashing bloodily, and slowly exhaled.

He closed his eyes, looking as calm and steady as a mountain.

This was his most powerful sword strike, the sword was drawn with great intent, and the only strike he made was the moment he drew the sword.

Sure enough, he succeeded.

The effect of his strike was astonishing.

He did not bring shame to the young master.

Crash...

It was raining blood.

As the dragon scales shattered, blood continued to flow, turning into a bloody storm.

The silent bloody battlefield suddenly erupted into terrifying howls.

This was the sound made by the Holy Son of Tianlong. He was hit by a knife, his scales broke, and he was almost killed!

“Damn it!”

"This Holy Son is going to kill you!"

Roar! The sound of dragon roars continued.

The Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon transformed into a dragon. He did not look like a Heavenly Dragon, but more like a large reptile lizard with wings on its back, and looked quite ferocious.

The mouth is filled with sharp teeth.

The spiral horns on its head add a hint of ferocity.

There is no doubt that this is the true body of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon.

The body of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon rolled over as if on a bloody battlefield, causing a huge clamor, rolling sand and gravel, and the collapse of heaven and earth.

The Holy Son of Tianlong felt a little nervous, but he was more angry.

Despite the protection of the Heavenly Dragon Ball, he was almost cut in half by this sword! The holy-level magic weapon couldn't even protect him!

Although this is due to the suppression of the world's protective power.

But a sword that contains the meaning of Tao is indeed terrifying!

“The Dao… Why could this native comprehend the Dao?!”

"It's such a pity for a genius who has comprehended the Dao to be born in such a world! Born in a world that is destined to be destroyed!"

The Holy Son of Tianlong stopped the blood gushing out of his body.

He had the intention to kill! Whether it was the Five Phoenix practitioners on the bloody battlefield or the wanderers watching outside, they were all shocked.

One knife cuts it off.

That stunning move amazed everyone.

"The Dao's intention..."

Qi Liujia sat cross-legged on the cold and desolate continent, with a bit of complexity and appreciation in his eyes.

But soon, he became a little regretful and shook his head.

"If such a genius was born in another world, he would surely stir up the world and become a peerless genius. But it's a pity that he became the son of a holy land..."

The wanderer, whose body was covered in burning flames, had a gleam of light in his eyes.

"Such a powerful blow... Such a powerful blow!"

"There are indeed strong people in this world!"

The beautiful woman was even more nervous. She was somewhat relieved because it was not them who landed on the bloody battlefield.

Without any holy-grade magic weapons to save their lives, once they stepped into the bloody battlefield and faced with Nie Zhangqing's sword, they would surely die.

Many of the weaker wanderers were even more frightened.

"That's the Holy Son of Tianlong, the Holy Son of the High Martial World... the descendant of the Venerable. How could he be defeated?! Lost to a little-known native of the Middle Martial World?"

Many homeless people find it difficult to accept and are unwilling to believe this fact from the bottom of their hearts.

On the bloody battlefield.

The practitioners of Wuhuang Continent all showed excitement.

Tan Tai Xuan, who was coughing up blood, clenched his fists and roared.

Jiang Li, covered in blood, was carried back. When he saw Nie Zhangqing's stunning knife strike, he twitched his lips and revealed a smile.

However, the world did not relax.

Because the battle is not over yet.

"So what about the Dao intention?!"

“Indigenous people are indigenous people after all!”

"This Saint has a Saint-level magical weapon, what can you do? How many times can you perform this kind of swordsmanship?"

The Holy Son of Tianlong maintained the appearance of a giant dragon, with his dragon scales emitting a shining light. From the gaps between the dragon scales, blood mist seemed to be slowly gushing out.

He uttered harsh words and took the first step.

Because he felt uneasy.

Even he, as the holy son of the Nine Dragons Small World, has never comprehended the meaning of Tao.

And the native in front of him actually had the spirit of Taoism.

Moreover, it is not an ordinary eighth or ninth grade Dao Yi, but a fourth grade Dao Yi!

This is the meaning of Tao, and it has a huge impact on combat effectiveness.

He dare not underestimate it.

Boom! The Holy Son of Tianlong took a step forward and disappeared from the spot.

The long spear swept across, as if cutting the ground apart.

He approached Nie Zhangqing in an instant and chose close combat, so that Nie Zhangqing would not be able to perform the amazing sword move blessed by the Tao.

Moreover, as the Holy Son of Tianlong, he has an extremely strong body and a solid foundation, and he is confident that he can defeat Nie Zhangqing.

The air exploded, and the spear was extremely sharp, attacking with a domineering and terrifying force.

Even if an infant transformation realm cultivator is hit, he will be blown into a bloody mist.

Boom boom boom! The bloody battlefield was shaking.

The shaking was so violent that the ground seemed to be cracking.

A blood mist exploded between heaven and earth, and the entire battlefield was shaking violently, as if there was a terrible earthquake.

Nie Zhangqing stood in a horse stance and slashed out with a simple and unremarkable sword beam meticulously.

Clang clang clang! The long spear collides with the dragon-slaying weapon.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the splashing sparks seemed to turn into thunder, constantly moving across the battlefield.

Boom! Nie Zhangqing's hair flew, his eyes were determined.

Zhanlong and Changge collided, and their bodies were almost stuck together.

The eyes of the Holy Son of Tianlong were full of murderous intent, and Nie Zhangqing's eyes were equally cold.

A terrifying wave of air erupted from the two men's bodies, sweeping the earth and rocks like waves, as if a mountain of earth and rocks were being knocked away.

This is a shocking battle!

The Five Phoenix practitioners were excited.

The wanderer in the void was shocked.

There is actually someone in this world who can fight against the High Martial Saint! "You have a solid foundation, and your spiritual energy is endless! You have also comprehended the meaning of Taoism. You are indeed a monster!"

"It is not easy for this world to produce a strong person like you. No wonder you are qualified to challenge the high martial arts!"

The Holy Son of Tianlong and Nie Zhangqing looked at each other and said.

"Unfortunately, you lack a holy-level magic weapon!"

"Today, I will kill you! To prove my true intention!"

The Holy Son of Tianlong roared.

The long spear in his hand suddenly shone brightly.

It was as if it had transformed into a golden dragon and was rapidly swooping down towards Nie Zhangqing.

During the pounce, the ground of the bloody battlefield exploded inch by inch.

Nie Zhangqing held the Dragon Slayer in his hand, his face showing no joy or sadness.

"Saint-level magical weapon?"

He raised the corner of his mouth.

"The knife in my hand was made by you..."

"Young Master said that the rank is not the key, the key is whether it is suitable."

"If the mind and the weapon are in harmony, even a holy weapon can be broken!"

Nie Zhangqing held the knife with both hands.

Bright eyes.

Boom! His spine seemed to make a loud noise, like a bone dragon lying across the earth. The bone dragon was made of nine sections, and each section was filled with majestic blood.

The foundation laid by the Nine Extremes Heavenly Locks, at this moment, bloomed with extremely strong brilliance! "My sword... is called Dragon Slash!"

"Today, I will kill you, the fake dragon!"

Nie Zhangqing's dark and dense hair was flying, and he spoke seriously and indifferently.

He made a gesture of drawing his sword again! However, this time, he mobilized all the energy in his body, including his qi, blood, spiritual energy, and spiritual consciousness...

When the three come together, they look like a blooming lotus.

"furious!"

The Holy Son of Tianlong roared, wondering when he had ever suffered such a loss.

I was insulted by a native like this.

Fake dragon?

He is the descendant of the great master of the Kowloon Small World and the High Martial Arts World!

Possessing pure dragon blood! Slaying a dragon?

You, a native, are worthy of this!

"Die for this Holy Son!"

The Holy Son of Tianlong also released his aura without reservation, although his energy was suppressed by the protective force of the world.

However, it still has unparalleled power.

The Dragon Ball once again exuded its astonishing power and transformed into a giant dragon.

The long spear in his hand turned into golden lightning, which struck the void.

Like a storm, it was approaching Nie Zhangqing step by step.

The two collided! Nie Zhangqing slashed again.

The shocking explosion caused the bloody battlefield to release brilliant light, as bright as day.

Nie Zhangqing was dressed in white, holding a dragon-slaying sword in his hand.

With a turn in his hand, a blood-colored jade bottle appeared.

Pour out a rolling pill from the jade bottle.

A rich medicinal aroma was released.

He swallowed the pill in one gulp.

Nie Zhangqing's originally withered power suddenly began to surge wildly and recover.

In the distance, the pupils of the Holy Son of Tianlong shrank.

Taking drugs?! Nie Zhangqing really couldn't use the sword technique containing the fourth-order Dao meaning too many times in a row.

Because such an attack would consume too much energy.

But……

The Holy Son of the Heavenly Dragon had made all kinds of calculations, but he had forgotten about the elixir...

Perhaps, he didn't think that such an elixir could be produced in the mere Zhongwu world.

Click...

The sound of pills being crushed lingered.

The Holy Son of Tianlong felt as if his heart was broken.

Boom! Nie Zhangqing's energy surged, and he drew his sword again.

Draw your sword and cut.

Dang! The Holy Son of the Heavenly Dragon roared, holding the long spear to resist!

Phew!

This time, the Holy Son of Tianlong felt the strain, his dragon scales cracked, and dragon blood spilled.

He was nearly killed by Nie Zhangqing's sword!

Fortunately, the long spear in his hand was strong and blocked it!

Nie Zhangqing didn't care and poured out another pill from the jade bottle and put it into his mouth.

The action seemed to overlap with the previous one.

Take drugs, draw your sword, and kill!

Dangdangdang! One knife after another...

Keep slashing out.

The Dragon Ball began to dim, and he could no longer hold the spear in his hand.

Eight consecutive slashes, eight pills in a row.

The Holy Son of Tianlong feels like he is going crazy.

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

What kind of elixir is this? It can restore energy so quickly?!

How could this person continuously perform such terrifying sword techniques? Boom! Blood seeped out of every dragon scale, and the holy-level magic weapon, the long spear, was so heavy that even the Son of Heavenly Dragon could not hold it.

The long spear fell to the ground, and the Holy Son of Tianlong was gasping for breath.

Nie Zhangqing continued to draw his sword, his gums slightly clenched at the corners of his mouth.

The sound of taking drugs that broke the heart of the Holy Son of Tianlong appeared again.

Boom! The entire bloody battlefield was silent.

The long spear was stained with blood and fell to the ground.

The dragon's blood flew ten miles away.

The head of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon was split open! A knife with the meaning of Tao chopped off the head of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon, and blood spurted out.

The head of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon revealed anger and ferocity.

It fell to the ground and rolled several meters.

The next moment.

The soul of the Holy Son of Tianlong soared into the sky, turned into a stream of light, and fled away at a rapid speed.

He even ignored the Changge and Longzhu on the ground.

At this moment, Nie Zhangqing felt severe pain in his meridians and dizziness, but he did not want to let the soul of the Holy Son of Tianlong escape.

If you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze.

This is what the young master taught me.

So Nie Zhangqing endured the weakness caused by excessive drug use, soared into the sky, became one with the sword, and chased after the soul of the Son of Heavenly Dragon.

Want to escape? Have you asked him about the knife in his hand?

The latest elixir refined by Ni Yu is indeed very effective, but it also has strong side effects.

Nie Zhangqing shook his head. His dizzy head made his sword lose some of its sharpness.

The soul of the Holy Son of Tianlong broke out of the Futian Formation and fled into the distance like mad.

Qi Liujia sat cross-legged on the desolate continent with his head lowered, like an old man who might die at any time.

The next moment, he formed seals with his hands.

In the void, the formation turned.

Boom! The soul of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon suddenly felt a huge change in the surroundings.

"Qi Liujia! How dare you?!"

Boom! The formation roared.

He actually sent the soul of the Holy Son of Tianlong directly to Nie Zhangqing.

Nie Zhangqing was stunned.

However, there was no hesitation and the knife fell.

Phew!

The dragon-slaying power spread over the soul of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon and tore the opponent apart in an instant.

Buzz...

The dark and deep dragon-slaying power actually burst out with terrible energy, and the soul of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon exploded into many flying fragments.

The suction force that erupted from the Dragon Slaying Sword actually continuously sucked these soul fragments into the sword.

The dragon slaying becomes more profound.

There seemed to be a flash of light on the blade.

Nie Zhangqing held the Dragon Slayer in his hand, feeling uncertain and confused.

Boom! Above the Dragon Slayer, a very strong aura was lingering and bursting out.

After absorbing the soul of the Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon, the Dragon Slaying Sword... has been upgraded!

Became an earth-level spiritual tool.

That is the holy-level magic weapon mentioned by the Holy Son of Tianlong!

Nie Zhangqing was a little confused.

It was the first time he knew that...Slaying a dragon could absorb the dragon soul! Qi Liujia, who was sitting on the dead silent continent, had a twinkling look in his eyes.

He glanced at Nie Zhangqing in doubt and his eyes fell on the black knife.

This is a... an extremely deadly weapon.

The great enemy of the dragon clan.

"Thank you very much."

In the void, Nie Zhangqing held a knife in his hand and glanced at Qi Liujia, who was exhausted and looked like he was on the verge of death.

Regardless of whether this old man is an enemy or has a grudge against the Holy Son of Tianlong, since the old man has sent the Holy Son of Tianlong to his sword, this is considered a favor.

"Don't be happy too soon..."

"The real catastrophe has not yet come."

"The world of high martial arts is divided into high and low levels, and the division is even stricter than that of medium martial arts. According to the division, it is divided into Yanjiu to Yanyi. Tianlong Saint Son comes from Yanjiu high martial arts, which is not outstanding among the many high martial arts saints and saintesses."

Qi Liujia spoke in a hoarse voice to Nie Zhangqing.

Nie Zhangqing was startled when he heard this, and his soul trembled slightly.

Is there such a classification in the high martial arts world? Nie Zhangqing wanted to ask something else, but the old man remained indifferent, with his head bowed, as if dead silent.

Therefore, Nie Zhangqing had no choice but to hold the knife and glance at the wandering figures sitting cross-legged in the void in the distance.

With a flash, he returned to the bloody battlefield.

After putting the Dragon Ball and Long Spear of the Holy Son of Tianlong into the storage ring.

He then sat cross-legged on the ground, with spiritual energy surging around him.

Recovering from injury.

"The 'Rejuvenation Pill' refined by Ni Yu, which is said to be a super enhanced version of the Qi Gathering Pill, is indeed terrifyingly effective. Without the Rejuvenation Pill, it would be impossible to kill this Saint Son."

Nie Zhangqing let out a breath slowly.

Zhan Long lay on his knees, like a statue, in a state of meditation.

There was no excitement after slaying a dragon at all.

In Nie Zhangqing's opinion, this Holy Son of Heavenly Dragon was nothing but a real dragon, even worse than the Red Dragon.

The Holy Son of Tianlong is dead.

Died tragically in nothingness.

All the wanderers felt cold feet.

I thought this was just a medium-level warrior who could be manipulated at will, but I didn't expect that such a strong man would appear.

However, many wanderers did not leave.

The tragic death of the Holy Son of Tianlong made the situation even more serious.

Many wanderers understood that perhaps Wu Huang was not a pushover, but Nie Zhangqing alone could not change the final outcome.

Qi Liujia sat on the continent in a daze.

On the bloody battlefield.

Jiang Li and other practitioners also sat cross-legged to recover from their injuries. The serious situation made everyone feel a little breathless.

Boom! Just when the whole nothingness was silent under the pressure, dead silent.

A few days later.

Suddenly, there was a terrible sound of crushing.

Many wanderers sitting on the desolate continent opened their eyes.

They looked towards the end of the void, and there... there was a brilliant light! There was brilliance, splendor, and it bloomed wantonly.

“Here it comes!”

The wanderers stared.

The sound of magnificent Buddhist chanting resounded from the depths of nothingness.

The next moment, a stream of light came.

There were magnificent bronze warships flying across the sky, and there were also huge beasts spreading their wings...

There were black and white cranes flapping their wings, and spirit boats crossing the water! Wanderers stood on the cold and silent land.

Looking at the gorgeous picture, everyone gasped.

The saints and saintesses of the high martial arts world...

Coming across the void!

One after another, the aura was not weaker at all, and was even stronger than that of the Holy Son of Tianlong, crisscrossing outside the Five Phoenixes.

Bloody battlefield.

Nie Zhangqing opened his eyes, his hair flying.

Looking at the picture in the void.

My whole body is tense.

He finally understood what the great catastrophe the old man was talking about.

Qi Liujia opened his eyes, his deep pupils like a whirlpool, looking at those peerless figures, and sighed slowly.

However, just as he sighed.

His mind couldn't help but move, and he looked towards the Golden Body Continent.

…

Origin space.

Boom! The violent tremors continued.

Three brilliant origin stars floated in the vortex, as if forming a galaxy.

The origin of the Tianyuan Continent rises and falls in it, maintaining a delicate balance.

The vortex did not rotate, mainly because of the pressure from the three most powerful origins, which made the vortex unable to rotate.

Under the origin of the vortex.

Lu Fan sat upright on the Thousand Blade Chair and slowly exhaled.

"Finally, the work is done."

Over a period of one year, Lu Fan spent endless efforts to successfully fuse the origins of Tianluo and Prajna.

Now, 90% of it has been completed.

The origin of the Five Phoenixes became extremely huge, as if it would burst at any time.

Ninety percent completed, ten percent left.

That is to drive the origin vortex to rotate and restore the activity of the origin space.

In this way, complete integration is achieved.

Once the vortex of origin is stirred, the origin of the Five Phoenix Continent will break the limit of the origin of middle-level martial arts and step into high-level martial arts.

Of course, Lu Fan did not stir up the origin immediately.

He felt that the time was not right yet.

…

Golden Body Continent.

The clay figurine of Qi Liujia, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, looked up in surprise.

The pressure from the origin made people more and more anxious, and it seemed as if the void was collapsing.

"They actually merged together?!"

“What kind of means is this!”

The old man exclaimed.

The weak origin merges with the strong origin, and once merged, three origins are combined...

This is simply a miraculous method.

Buzz...

Suddenly.

The old man turned his head, and he found a figure in white clothes appeared on the top of the mountain like a ghost, and appeared beside him.

The unfathomable aura almost made the old man's clay body explode!

(End of this chapter)