Sword Soul Sword Qi.

A ray of light shone in the sky.

The light broke through the clouds and carried the reflection of a dragon-slaying platform in the light.

On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, there was a shadowy figure of a strong man who lowered his gaze and looked at Lu Jing.

Then he seemed to feel the Sun-bearing Qi and blood flowing from Lu Jing's body, as strong as fire and as thick as lava.

It is obviously just the first level of the divine phase, comprehending the phase of holding the sun and the yuan, and obviously just comprehending the spirit of holding the sun.

But the burning martial arts essence was like billowing smoke, shooting straight into the void.

Ao Jiuyi is considered a younger generation among the True Dragons of the Five Directions Sea. After the last spiritual tide, he ascended the throne of the Dragon King and became the ruler of the East China Sea.

The spiritual tide has gone.

Both human martial arts and the spiritual path are lonely.

Many strong men who reached the Eighth Realm during the Spiritual Tide fell down and fell into the Divine Palace and Star Palace again.

And since Ao Jiuyi ascended the throne of the Dragon King, his cultivation has become more and more powerful. Not only has he cultivated the Qianlong Yuanxiang, but he has even gathered the other eight true dragon main phases, and his internal organs have turned into a Qianlong Divine Palace.

Qianlong Shenque has strong Qi and blood, and the power of the dragon dominates the world. Coupled with his Dragon King bloodline, his cultivation makes him a true genius in the world.

Behind him, there was a white dragon bone head floating in the air, and two emerald green dragon horns also shone a ray of light, which fell directly on Ao Jiuyi's true dragon body.

The black dragon is entrenched in the sky, fierce and domineering!

The bone spurs on the four dragon claws are ferocious, and their aura shoots straight up to heaven and earth.

Qianlong is the beginning of masculinity!

Qianlong Shenque makes the energy and blood of the Dragon King of the East China Sea shine as brightly as the scorching sun.

And at this moment...

Ao Jiuyi came towards Lu Jing with the brilliance of the scorching sun, extremely ferocious power, two or three profound arts, and the white bones of the dragon head, spurting out streams of energy, blood and fire.

His eyes were cold, and he knew that there were still several strong men at the peak of the Seventh Realm behind him!

"Even with the ferocious power of the Dragon-Slaying Platform, and even with the high talent of Lu Jing, he still has to get down to the ground and walk the path on the ground."

Ao Jiuyi's energy and blood almost tore through the void. Four dragon claws filled the sky and the earth. The energy and blood on the dragon claws vibrated and exploded. Every tiny strand of energy and blood carried surging murderous intent, and together with the huge dragon claws, it was grabbed towards Lu Jing.

The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world.

But this was not the only black dragon Lu Jing faced.

Bailong Ao Jiuyi from the South China Sea, Wang Yangong of the Hedong family, and Qi Beishan, a famous figure from Qi State, each had magical powers and suddenly arrived.

Except these few people.

Walking along the path, male and female figures were looking at each other with long swords in their waists.

"Five strong men at the peak of the Seventh Realm have arrived, not to mention Lu Jing. Even if he is a human immortal who has traveled to the Eighth Realm, a heavenly being will still have to walk the path on earth."

Gu Chenxiao's eyes moved slightly, filled with pleasure.

He had been separated from Lu Jingyi for more than a year, during which time he was almost transformed into a human being due to the serious injuries Lu Jing had caused him.

Has the intoxicating smell in his secret room dissipated?

The big demon raised in his heart seemed to want to devour his mind because it had no flesh and blood to nourish him.

All these come from the land scene above the clouds.

But today, the Qi State came to Qi Bei Mountain to fight with two dragon kings and a family leader to kill Lu Jing's sky-high sword energy. This made Gu Chenxiao tremble with excitement.

“So what if it’s the Duke?

Even if you are caught in the calamity of death, you will inevitably die.

I wish I could eat your bones, drink your blood, and eat your flesh!

Dying in the hands of the immortals in heaven is considered a blessing for you!"

Gu Chenxiao clenched his fists tightly and stared intently at the black dragon that was winding hundreds of feet in the sky, watching the energy, blood and supernatural powers take off.

He tried his best to look far away, just to see Lu Jing fall to the ground and fall into the path that can stain the ambition of a young man.

Qi Hanzhang, a young scholar from Qi State, gritted his teeth slightly and looked up at the sky with some unknown emotion.

Magical powers, qi and blood, dragon roars, and the sound of the piano spread, pressing towards Lu Jing.

Mysterious energy fills the sky.

The majestic energy and blood are almost earth-shattering.

Several people here wanted to let Lu Jing fall to the ground.

But at this moment, Lu Jing saw the black dragon's claws rushing in with lightning speed.

His right hand, which had always been on the grass-cutting knife, suddenly reached forward.

Just a moment!

The world-famous grass-cutting knife is unsheathed.

The Qi and blood of the Holding Sun are like waves, and a kind of martial arts spirit that is full of fire merges into Lu Jing's turbulent Qi and blood, and flows into the grass-cutting knife like water from a MiMi spring.

call……

The ordinary grass-chopping knife shines with a faint light.

Then it was displayed in an instant...

Rumble!

The heaven and earth are like thunder.

The spirit of holding the sun turned into a sharp sword light, which suddenly rose from Lu Jing's waist.

at the same time.

The power of the dragon has arrived, and the light of the dragon-slaying platform in the sky also falls on the grass-cutting knife.

Another overbearing spirit rose.

Lu Jing's body glowed with golden light, and his eyes opened and closed in this extremely brief moment.

The sword-wielding Lu Jing almost turned into an unparalleled overlord, with ruthless and sexless eyes, looking down on the world!

Overlord...the wrath!

The black dragon Ao Jiuyi's claws entered the land of 100 feet in Lu Jing.

The order of Dou Xingguan, the Dragon Slayer...

Even the Overlord's Fury Fate, which consumed all Lu Jing's Fate Energy, was triggered at this moment and merged into Lu Jing's sword light.

"Open the road to Shu with the title of the sun!"

Suddenly!

Gu Chenxiao, who had been staring closely at the black dragon's claws rushing towards Lu Jing, suddenly stiffened.

Qi Hanzhang, who had previously been wondering how Lu Jingqiang was so powerful but how he could kill Shenque, was stagnant.

Qi Beishan, Wang Beardong, Feng Zhihe, his expression suddenly changed.

But see you!

The sky is filled with sword light. The sword light seems to come from a god holding a sun and a sword in his hand, and it also seems to come from an overlord who is indifferent to the world.

This overlord god slays the dragon with a long sword in his hand!

Sonorous!

One knife out!

The dragon's power that originally swept towards Lu Jing like a wave, Qianlong's energy and blood suddenly collapsed.

The light of the sword slashed away the dragon's power, causing cracks in the energy and blood that filled the sky, and was cut out of the whirlpool.

Collapse, collapse, shatter!

"Can a first-level Yuan Xiang cut out such a sword light?"

Such thoughts flashed through Black Dragon Ao Jiuyi's mind.

Click, click!

The rushing sword light collided with his dragon claws.

Immediately afterwards, another sword light suddenly appeared and shone!

Suddenly, wind and rain began to rise in the sky, thunder struck, and the vast vitality crossed the void and landed directly on the black gold of the Immortal Slaughter around Lu Jing's waist.

The black gold of the Immortal Slayer is unsheathed!

Draw an extremely fine golden silk line.

The threads fly up like a tidal wave under the setting sun.
To be continued...