Chapter 223

Dragon chopping knife can cut dragon scales and cut dragon tendons. It is invincible.

"Deng!"

Ning Xiaochuan hit angrily, and the blade cut Lin Zhirong's neck. A flash of fire broke out and made a sound of metal attack.

Lin Zhirong's neck, like the iron casting and refining of the King Kong God, can't even cut the dragon knife.

Just left a white mark on his neck, not even a trace of blood.

This scene surprised many people. Has Lin Zhirong been refined into a god body that is not bad?

The Dragon cutting knife is a forbidden weapon in the army. It can cut through all magical powers. Even cutting black iron is as easy as cutting tofu.

But did not cut off Lin Zhirong's skin?

Ning Xiaochuan's face changed slightly. Even if Lin Zhirong had the fourth level of secularity, his body could never be so strong.

Even if it is stronger, can it be stronger than the dragon?

The blade was still on Lin Zhirong's neck, and Lin Zhirong's face showed a disdainful sneer, "even my nine life armor can't be cut. Are you still qualified to fight with me?"

Lin Zhirong is not physically stronger than the dragon, but because he is wearing a peerless Leather Armor - Jiusheng unbreakable armor.

This kind of leather armor is refined from the common skins of nine layers of martial artists in the refined world. The nine layers of common skins are refined together and turned into a piece of armor.

Jiusheng does not break the armor, and can integrate with the skin of the warrior, integrate into the body, and form a whole.

It is precisely because Lin Zhirong wears Jiusheng unbreakable armor, so even the dragon knife can't cut his skin.

Unless Wu Zun takes action, otherwise the general attack can't even hurt Lin Zhirong's skin.

"Ow!"

Lin Zhirong's palm emitted a golden light, and Xuan Qi rushed out of his body and turned into golden dragon claws, and a claw hit his chest.

This is a moment of great crisis. If you are touched by the golden dragon claw, your body will suffer heavy damage even if it is not torn.

"The sun and the moon are on the same day!"

A moon and a scorching sun flew out of Ning Xiaochuan's heart, turning into a picture scroll of yin and Yang sun and moon, rotating rapidly, forming a huge vortex, pulling the Golden Dragon claws into the vortex.

With this short delay, Ning Xiaochuan finally won the chance to shoot again.

"Boom!"

Ning Xiaochuan gathered all the lightning power, and his palm almost turned into a thunder ball, which bombarded the palm of the golden dragon claw and crushed the dragon claw.

Lin Zhirong's palm was hit, and his whole arm was paralyzed. The bones felt pain, and the mysterious Qi in his body was shaking.

Although the Dragon chopping knife can't break the "nine lives can't break the armor", it can bombard Lin Zhirong's body across the leather armor with powerful force.

He quickly stepped back, stepped on the Seven Star step, fell ten feet away, into a defensive posture!

"Jiusheng unbreakable armor is not invincible. Its absolute strength is enough to shock you to death through a layer of leather armor."

Ning Xiaochuan put away the Dragon cutting knife, pressed step by step, and ran the Yin and Yang sun and moon scroll with both hands, suppressing Lin Zhirong.

This is the ninth magical power born out of Ning Xiaochuan's body. Its power is not trivial. The light of the scorching sun is very dazzling; The light of the moon is particularly cold.

The two extreme forces, converging together, are like the sun and moon rotating in the dark universe, with the power to shake the world.

Lin Zhirong is naturally fearless. No matter how powerful Ning Xiaochuan's magic power is, after all, there is only the second level of cultivation in the secular realm.

The difference between two realms is the difference between heaven and earth.

Lin Zhirong once again appeared in the world treasure wheel, condensing the virtual images of dragon elephant, golden winged ghost King Scorpion, earth lizard and divine dragon.

Cultivating this martial magic, he once swallowed the blood of these four creatures and was able to rely on the power of these four creatures.

"Bang bang!"

Two powerful magical powers were attacking each other, completely destroying Lingqi Pavilion, and all the towers fell down.

"Who is this boy? He can fight with the young master."

"He is holding a dragon cutting knife, which is likely to be a member of the court, maybe from Tu Shen camp."

"I heard earlier that Miss Duanmu called him Ning Xiaochuan. How can this name sound so familiar? It seems to have been heard somewhere."

"I feel the same way. It really sounds familiar."

……

Ning Xiaochuan and Lin Zhirong's body methods are extremely fast. They kill Ling Qige and fight on Xiaoyao peak, chopping ancient giant trees, cutting off mountain streams, and rolling rocks down one by one.

Lin Zhirong's body emitted a golden column of light, condensed into a dragon shaped magical power, and the light collided on the cliff, cutting off a huge cliff stone.

Ning Xiaochuan once again played the martial magic power of "the sun and the moon are the same as the sky", with a scorching sun and a full moon floating above his head, smashing all the magic powers played by Lin Zhirong.

From the contest of magical powers to the physical attack, the two people were like two fierce Xuan beasts.

Their bodies have endless power, which cannot be consumed at all.

"No! Ning Xiaochuan's injury hasn't healed yet. If you fight with Lin Zhirong, you must suffer." Duanmu linger is a little worried.

Duanmu linger raised her eyes and saw a thin white figure standing on the top of the tree.

Her face was covered with a golden mask, her long black hair was like a tassel waterfall, and the dragon shaped dark air flowed on her body, covering her whole body. There were mists in front of her, which made her look particularly ethereal and mysterious.

"Your Highness, stop them from fighting." Duanmu linger said.

Now, the only people who have the strength to stop Ning Xiaochuan and Lin Zhirong are the demonic saint.

The saint of demon gate has been watching the battle between them until now.

With a wave of the palm, he made a white divine practice, which turned into an ancient bridge connecting heaven and earth, to separate Ning Xiaochuan and Lin Zhirong.

"Whew!"

At this time, in the dark, a sword light cut out and cut off the ancient bridge.

A slightly tall and thin old man came out of the woods with disheveled hair. Above his head, there was a snake shaped Xuanqi war sword suspended.

His face was full of wrinkles. He bowed slightly to the saint of the demon gate and said, "our young master, this is revenge for his wife. I hope your highness will understand the sad mood of the young master at the moment and let him cut his enemy."

The saint of demon gate said coldly, "camel son, how dare you fight me?"

This old man, named "camel son", is 89 years old. He is a powerful elder of wushengdao and has high prestige in the demon gate.

"No! How dare I fight with the holy lady? I just beg the holy lady not to meddle in this matter." Camel son's pupil flashed a sharp light. Deep in his heart, he didn't have much respect for this young saint.

"Are you threatening me?" Magic door saint.

"No! It's just... This is indeed the family business of wushengdao. If your Highness the saint wants to intervene, the Taoist Lord will investigate it, and we can't afford to be responsible."

Camel's heart sneered, just a little girl, in the demon gate, if you want prestige, if you want merit, if you want to suppress people?

What a joke.

How smart the saint of the demon gate is, can't you hear it? Camel son, this is to press her out of the name of the Lord of immortality, trying to make her shrink.

After all, she stayed in the imperial city all the year round. Although she was a saint of the demon gate, she did not establish her own prestige.

In the demon gate, if there is no strong power, these old demons will not convince you at all.

When the saint of the demon sect came to the nine death cliff, she wanted to find a chance to establish her prestige in the demon sect. She was worried that she couldn't find a suitable candidate, but she didn't expect camel Zi to come to the door by herself.

When people want to die, they can't stop them.

"You are really overbearing and dare to threaten this saint. This is the following offense, and the crime should be punished."

The smell of the saint of the demon gate became cold, and the air between heaven and earth became cold, and the temperature fell rapidly, like turning into a big ice cellar.

The moisture in the air condenses into ice crystals and merges into snowflakes.

The arm of the saint of the demon gate was full of white flower rain, which gathered into a torrent of snowflakes and chopped towards the camel.

"Since Her Highness the saint wants to learn some martial arts, the camel son will make a fool of herself."

Camel Zi has the cultivation close to the land of reverence, and his combat power is comparable to half a Wu Zun. Naturally, he will not pay attention to the little girl of the demon sect saint, and with a sneer, he will cut off the snake shaped war sword.

The sword Qi surged like a tsunami, forming a huge snake head, emitting bright and dazzling light.

The war sword smashed the snowflakes, and with a sharp momentum, it hit the heart of the saint of the demon gate.

"Shua!"

A white figure galloped down and fell directly in front of camel son. A snow-white and beautiful palm pinched the snake shaped sword in his hand.

Hold the Xuanqi war sword with your hand!

So fast.

Camel son's face changed slightly and he was about to withdraw his sword.

However, the serpentine sword in his hand was forcibly taken away by the saint of the demon sect, pinched in her hand, cut off one arm of the camel, and trickle blood flowed out of his shoulders.

"Ah!"

Camel's mouth sent out a low scream, staggered back, shocked to the extreme, how can this little girl be so strong?

The saint of the demon gate fell to the ground, holding a snake shaped war sword in her hand, forced it up step by step, put the war sword on the camel's neck, cut a scarlet blood mark, and said in a cold voice, "what's your identity? This Saint works, and you are qualified to teach me how to do it?"

"Don't dare... Don't dare..." camel Zi's eyes showed horror, endured the pain on his shoulders, and his body kept retreating.

The sword was placed on his neck, and the sword breath was breathed on the blade, which could cut off his head at any time.

The saint of the demon gate said, "kneel down!"

"You..."

Camel felt humiliated in his heart, clenched his teeth tightly, and did not kneel down.

He is a big man in the demon sect. Even if he sees the Taoist master of wusheng Tao, he doesn't have to kneel down and salute.

"If you don't kneel, you will die."

The saint of the demon gate was very strong, and a frightening chill broke out on her body, freezing the camel's blood all over, making his body tremble.

The war sword stabbed into the camel's neck and went an inch deep. The blood dripped down like a torrent, and gathered into a small blood pool in front of the camel.

"Dong!"

Camel finally bent his legs and fell to the ground.

"Shua!"

With a wave of the war sword of the demon saint, the camel's head flew out and fell into the grass like a ball.

Head, when flying out. Camel son's eyes are still staring big, and he doesn't understand that he has knelt down. Why would he be killed?