Magic Gate Taoist Heart

Chapter 442 Dragon

Ge Xinglie's figure paused for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face again. He answered Qin Yan silently with a cold look: So what if I take thousands of swords from you?

Qin Yan waved his arm, and the Tianlong Sword pointed at Ge Xinglie's throat. The sharp sword spirit remaining around Ge Xinglie suddenly gathered on the frosty and dazzling blade, and there were countless aween swords condensed from the void, densely arranged, surrounded by the bright white frost in the middle, like the eyes of all things, staring at the deadly points around Ge Xinglie's body.

Even with the cultivation of Tianyuan Master, Ge Xinglie couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body. He saw the truth in the sword array. It was a dragon, a huge and unparalleled dragon!

The tens of thousands of swords have turned into snow-white waterfalls, crying across the world and pouring down, like thousands of horses galloping, deafening, and hitting directly in the depths of his soul. What shocked him most was the source of the waterfall. A huge white dragon seemed to be composed of ice-ripped snowflakes. It was crystal clear, its head was broad, its hair was like a halberd, and its sharp bone spurs flashed with cold light. Only a head occupied half of the vision. The endless body hovered in the air, and the dragon's head Looking down, Sen stared at him coldly, which made his nerves tremble and his soul trembled.

Ge Xinglie put his sword on his chest and held his hands on the hilt of the sword. At this time, he was surprised to find that the aura around him had completely fallen into violence and madness and could not be mobilized at all. Instead, he devoured his body under the pressure of the frost dragon, and a trace of coldness went straight into the depths of his body.

Although the nerves of singing and behavior are fierce, they are also full of fear at this time. The pressure brought by the dragon was so shocking and real that he couldn't convince himself that it was just an illusion. After looking at the dragon's deep and horrible eyes for a moment, he felt that his soul had been impacted by invisible power and was almost pulled out of his body. He forcibly stabilized his body and stood still holding the Ziyan sword high, but there was a desperate moan in his heart.

In front of such a huge mythical monster, a person's body is as weak as a leaf, and the sword in his hand is no different from a toothpick.

"This is..." More than ten steps away, Yu Xia Hanhua's face turned pale, her voice trembled, and her tearful eyes were full of unbelievable.

This shocking picture is beyond her imagination, and it is really incredible within the scope of people's cognition in the world.

"Tianlong, Tianlong Sword... Is it--" Some people in the crowd flashed in their minds, thinking of some secret mythical stories handed down from ancient times.

Although the Tianlong Sword held by Yandang Mountain Sword God when he first debuted was exaggerated by many people only relying on the prestige of its owner, from its performance at this moment, it definitely has an extraordinary history.

Maybe those legends are true. The Dragon Sword was transformed by the evil dragon killed by Hou Yi in ancient times, and was rid of its fierceness by the great witch, and was respected as the treasure of the ancient Xia town...

"The soul of the sword is condensed..." Song Qingsha whispered like a dream.

Ironically, this divine sword transformed by the soul of the dragon only exerts its real power in the hands of the enemies of Yandang Mountain.

All speculation and distractions were interrupted by a grand dragon. The dragon in the air seemed to vent its unwillingness of being trapped in the sword for thousands of years. The roar spread to the extremes of the barren mountains, shaking through the eight wilderness fields, and the forests trembled, and countless weak branches and leaves were broken in this invisible storm.

The song was facing the cool wind, and his clothes were blown perpendicular to his body. Some parts cut by the sword were directly torn apart, and the fragments were blown away by the wind. His face hidden behind the purple demon flame turned pale, and even Master Tianyuan could not suppress the fear from the depths of his soul.

With just a roar, it is not difficult for him to imagine what kind of mythical beast he is about to face.

Suddenly, the frost dragon on the sky suddenly stopped dancing, and the whole world seemed to pause. The dragon's head looked down for a moment, and his deep eyes stared at Ge Xinglie's heart. Then, it swooped down, and the sad dragon roar almost broke the eardrums of Ge Xinglie, and the strong airflow from the collision made his face change shape, covering a layer of frost crystals before the real impact arrived. In the face of such a huge object, shattered bones seem to be the only ending.

But immediately after the dragon, there was an inaudible muffled hum.

Including Ge Xinglie, no one heard this slight sound, but the dragon, which was being watched by countless pairs of eyes, trembled because of it, as if it had been knocked by a huge hammer, and its powerful posture was frozen halfway. Then, it let out an extremely reluctant roar, wrapped in a vast cold fog, and gradually dissipated in the air.

Ge Xing was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, without a trace of extra emotions for the rest of his life after the disaster. As soon as he stepped on his right foot, his body shot out like electric light, setting off a large purple wave and rushed to the place where Qin Yan's breath was located after the white fog.

Liu Wanyun woke up at the same time with him and shouted, " Stop--"

At the same time, another figure came out from her, with a moon-like sword, covering where Qin Yan was.

The three people woke up first and reacted differently. With different distances, they were immediately separated.

Yu Hanyan finally took a step slower. When the sword wave wave waved by the "broken Shang" in her hand spread over, the Ziyan sword was already on Qin Yan's neck.

Qin Yan was still standing, still holding the Tianlong sword in his hand, but he watched the fierce Ziyan sword cut, and he only had time to move his body back half an inch, and there was no strength at all. His face was red, blood flowed out of his ears, mouth and nose, and his throat hissed like a dilapidated bellows. He tried his last mind and could only force himself not to faint completely.

Yu Hanyan could not rescue, and the sword was deflected and turned to attack Ge Xinglie's left shoulder. Ge Xinglie didn't look at it. With a gentle push of his left arm, he had taken the Tianlong Sword from Qin Yan's hand and stood in front of Yuehua Sword Light.

After the two swords met and a sharp sound, Yu Han's smoke staggered back, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his body was shaky.

At this time, Qin Yan's eyes were not very real, but he was confused. Yu Hanyan's cultivation was not far from that of Ge Xinglie. Even if he was defeated, he could resist for a while. Why did he lose so quickly?

"Brother Han!" Xiaoxiang exclaimed in the crowd and was about to step forward, but was pulled by Gong Yunxiu.

"If you go up now, you will only die faster than any of them."

"Don't worry about me!" Xiaoxiang was ungrateful. She shook off her hand and continued to move forward, but immediately found that she was suddenly tied tightly by several huge chains.

"Don't panic, things are still turning around." Gong Yunxiu's eyes did not leave the three people on the field for a moment and whispered.

"You let go..." Xiaoxiang struggled desperately. Now she only has Han Mengjin in her eyes. She must help him before he falls.