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"Chi!" The cold air erupted from the tip of the sword and instantly froze the spirit flying in the air. The world is unfair. Special physiques have special abilities. The Monster race was undoubtedly the biggest beneficiary of the dynasty's ban on cultivation. However, no one had any regrets. The ice and fire had miraculously disappeared. By the time the Azure Sky Sword had reached him, the sword had already pierced his right shoulder. He suppressed his advance.

In that split-second of pause, Ling Junjian had already been withdrawn and kicked out. Hong, Ao Qing went crazy. He was actually sent flying with a single kick. Shameful and furious, he shouted, "I'm going to kill you!"

The dragon's anger was instantly covered by dark clouds and the sound of thunder could be heard faintly. In the air, Ao Qing had already transformed into his original form, a three Zhang long, four clawed green dragon. Roar! The dragon raised its head. A storm was brewing. Roar! The dragon swung its tail and the world changed color. Roar, dragon's rage, thunder and lightning.

The battlefield expanded once again, and not a single person could be seen within a radius of 500 feet. The heroes that were originally present on the battlefield all retreated outside. The wrath of a True Dragon, who wouldn't tremble in fear?

The dragon's roar shook the mountains, its aura soaring to the heavens. It turned into its original form and released a violent attack. Tornado. Ao Qing swung his tail, sending Lingjun flying with a whirlwind.

Dragon's Roar opened its mouth and water gushed out. Bang! The water submerged the spirit within in an instant. This was definitely not water, but ice. It was a pity that it couldn't trap Ling Jing. Ling Quan swung his sword and sliced apart the water of true essence. He already understood that Qin Lie had used the so-called forbidden technique. A little dragon, see if I can kill you. He focused his attention on the water as he dashed towards Ao Qing.

Boom, boom, boom. Ao Qing continued releasing thunder and lightning attacks towards the incoming Ling Jun. However, Ling Jun still jumped onto Ao Qing's body in a flash. Without the slightest hesitation, the sword in his hand pierced through the dragon's neck. Dragon blood shot out in all directions, and a bloody wind blew past.

"Roar!" Ao Qing violently rolled, his body constantly twisting, trying to throw the person on his back out. No matter how he rolled around, he could not free himself from it.

Ao Qing suddenly turned his head and roared. The roar reverberated for a full ten breaths. Many people had their eardrums pierced by the explosion, and some of them even fell to the ground. More than a dozen of the valley's trees had been broken.

The terrifying dragon cry was even more terrifying than the dragon cry was the sword cry. Although the cyan had been blown away, the spirit had taken his dragon head with it when it flew backwards to draw its sword.

Bang, bang, bang. The sword was in his left hand. After the dragon blood spirit fell to the ground, the halved Ao Qing also returned to the ground. The wound on his neck was extremely smooth, and blood gushed out like a spring.

A sword to slay a dragon, ten thousand souls to fly.

It was all too sudden, too strange, too bloody. Ao Qing landed on the ground, and only then did the clan members that came with him to search for the treasure finally realize what had happened. Dozens of people rushed forward at the same time. He combined Ao Qing's body. Ao Qing opened and closed his huge mouth, not knowing if he wanted to roar or ask.

Thump, thump, thump. The young man of the Divine Dragon clan immediately surrounded the spiritual force. "The villain shall die."

Ling Jun coldly said, "Today, I will slay a dragon." He lowered his left hand and the word "Soul" flashed on the sword. Someone from the dragon race exclaimed, "You're that Ling Jun."

Ling Jun, the name that had once intimidated the world, now once again resounded in people's ears. How many people's blood and anger would be aroused?

It was rumored that a Spirit Sword Sect cultivator had wiped out the Iron Blood Alliance in the Free City. Killing a few swordmasters had attracted the attention of the Iron Blood Union. He, how dare he appear in public?

How dare he call himself Ling Jun? A third man stepped out of the group of heroes. "Dressed in white, with sharp eyebrows and handsome eyes." People from the dragon race should just send your young master, who has a severed head, home. As he spoke, he pushed the other Dragon Clan disciples away.

"I will kill you today!" Ao Qing, whose body was connected to his head, roared again. Even though he was still spitting out blood, he did not turn back.

"Peng, peng, peng. The three Dragon Clan disciples moved at the same time and hugged Ao Qing." Big brother, let's go back. "

"Let me go, let me go." Ao Qing struggled desperately. In the end, one of the dragon clansmen held his head, and two of them lifted him up as they ran towards the dragon boat. The dragon clan dejectedly left. Those who remained were filled with joy and could not help but worry for their souls. The person he killed was the grandson of the Dragon King Ao Lie who lived in Fire City for a long time! This fellow had really gotten into big trouble.

After the dragon race left, the white-clothed youth looked helpless. He spread out his hands and said, "Actually, I also feel like I'm a spirit master. "What a pity, my surname is Wu."

Phew, the number one spirit user, Wu Yan from the Wu Clan of the Southern Domain. As a Dharma cultivator, his sword techniques were even more domineering and strange. It was said that he had defeated three swordsmen and five mages. This battle record was not any less than the spirit in front of him. This would be the end of the war. This was a battle between peak Spiritual Masters.

They had made up their minds to take turns. "If you want to fight, fight." "That depends on who has the qualifications to do so!" Ling Du brandished her sword and stabbed out. The Witch clan, ah, you who can't use witchcraft, can't face your ancestors?

Wu Xian had absolute confidence that even if he were to fight against two peak Spirit Sword Sect experts, he would still be exhausted. He could already discern the aura of this extreme power from Ling Du's breath. He waved his two printers, calmly avoiding Ling Jun's sharp attack, and proudly said, "Only the weak would want to make the first move."

The heck, you dare to boast about bullying a scarred person? Everyone really wanted to shout for Spirit to beat him to death.

The most excited person was none other than the little golden peng. Everyone was angry and didn't dare to speak, but it actually sent out two balls of flames that smashed towards Wu Xian's back.

Damn beast, sneak attack me? Wu Xiankong glared at the Golden Roc as his left hand formed a seal again, releasing endless amounts of power into the Golden Roc. "He actually managed to form a Eight Trigrams Seal into a physical entity." "Seal! Seal!"

A mage, he was a mage. Condensing power into form, the ability of a teacher. Ling Jun said, "It's just a small trick. Break it." He thrust his sword at the incoming hexagram, using his Non-Phase Power to force the seal to make it look real. In fact, it was still illusory. "A spirit art is a spirit art, not a mage.

The sword stabbed into the hexagram, and all the spirits cried out that the situation wasn't good. There was a binding curse hidden in the totem. The Witch clan was indeed talented, there were three types of techniques in a single move. He had secretly cultivated a spell to increase his strength, hiding it from the world. The temporary bondage provided Wu Yan with an opportunity to strike. Without hesitation, he drew out his longsword and thrust it towards Ling Jun.

Pfft, Pfft. Both of them managed to break free from their bindings and failed to block the incoming sword attack. The scene was deathly still. Two people with swords in their left hands were facing each other. Wu Xian's heart, which was trying to stab Ling Du, pierced his left shoulder. The Spirit only cut the hem of his wrist. The result was obvious.

No, not yet. Ling Jun suddenly leaned forward and thrust his sword into Wu Yan's chest. At the same time, Wu Shan's sword had pierced through his clavicle and pierced his shoulder. Wu Yan turned pale with fright and backed off. A faint flame ignited in his chest.

"Burning Sun Blaze. "He secretly learned spells!" The crowd burst into an uproar. To be discovered to be capable of witchcraft was a crime of extermination. "I'm a multielement Dharma cultivator." As he spoke, the flames in his chest suddenly soared and instantly spread throughout his entire body.