"Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit?"

When the four words Long Wuji were passed into the ancestral weapon, most of the dragon souls were confused.

No matter how I searched my stomach, I couldn't remember valuable information.

The only two who showed strange and shocked expressions were the Golden Holy Dragon and the Dragon Bee Queen.

"How is it possible? Didn't the Dragon-Slaying Sword Spirit fall on the battlefield of ancient times? He is still alive? And is stronger than before?"

A dragon and a worm were shocked and lost their voices. Although it was soul communication, the momentary dullness and the sense of fear from the inside out were like omnipresent insects and ants crawling into the hearts of every creature.

"Clang clang clang!!!"

In the bronze hall, more than a thousand bronze long swords trembled at the same time, as if thousands of troops charged at the same time. A series of sharp sword energy scattered and turned into a huge hanging sky sword formation, which led to Bai Wushang, Little Bone Dragon, Long Wuji

Included in it.

"Don't hesitate! Retreat!"

The Battle Holy Dragon roared angrily, and the dragon body that was originally limp to the ground burst out with a strong light. Bai Wushang's heart trembled, and he almost couldn't withstand this violent impact at close range.

"Puff puff puff--"

The sword light is dazzling, and the murderous intent runs through the world.

It’s like being on a lonely island, surrounded by storms, thunder roars, various natural disasters and disasters, and the feeling of weak, pale, and powerlessness of life is vividly revealed on paper.

At a critical moment, everything is about to die.

The blood flowers suddenly bloomed, and the blood of the big bunch spread to the sky, dyeing the ground colorfully.

The purple-gold dragon shadow blocked dozens of sword energy for Bai Wushang and the little bone dragon with its flesh and blood body.

The gray light flashed, and there were cracks in space spreading, and more than a dozen dragon coffins swayed at the same time.

But just as the coffin cover roared and the twelve dragon souls summoned their body and wanted to emerge from their true body, the crack suddenly stopped and shrank in reverse.

"No, the space here is completely chaotic, and there has been a turbulent flow. We can't get out, and we can't pull Bai Wushang and Xiao Zulong in... Wuji, you can hold on first!"

The dragon soul of the golden holy dragon penetrated into the dragon body, and then, together with other dragon soul deities, released the colorful power of the holy dragon and injected it into the ancestral weapon.

Death necklace, activated to the greatest extent!

The ancient aura was boiling, tangled around Bai Wushang and the little bone dragon. The death pressure of the maggots on the tars bone finally dissipated most of the time.

Bai Wushen gasped in a big mouthful of breath.

A pale face dropped a trace of blood.

The little bone dragon was dying, like the soul fire that was about to be extinguished in the cold wind, gradually warming up.

"roar!!"

Long Wuji's hunched back was finally able to stand upright.

The feeling of weakness and discomfort on the whole body was driven away by the protection of the ancestral tools.

It regained its spirits.

But the danger has not passed, it is just the beginning.

The bronze sword formation intertwined and hovered, with the afterimages flickering, sometimes like a meteor falling, sometimes like lightning destroying the world, shaking the space and breaking the mirror-like broken patterns appear.

And just at the core of the bronze sword formation, the stone sword trembled violently.

No sheath was revealed, but the stone powder fell off, revealing its true appearance.

It was a long sword that was twelve meters long. The hilt was embedded with pitch-black dragon scales, and the sword body was snow-white. It was pieced together by twelve dragon bones. The ferocious barbs grew outwards like living things. Add

The tiny dragon shadows circling on the other side, as if the sword body is located, are the only true god in the world, and everything can only rotate around it.

"You can't be wrong. Even if the form has subtle changes, this kind of pressure and this kind of power are definitely one of the most special judges of the Dragon Court, and the dragon-slaying sword spirit known as the "nemesis of the Dragon Clan"!"

The Golden Holy Dragon was excited, and the flashing soul message carried the fear like a vast ocean:

"It's normal for you not to know. This guy is famous and active in the very ancient past. He is not afraid of heaven or earth. There is no way for thousands of dragon clans to do anything about it."

"The high-level dragon species is unwilling to offend. In front of it, the low-level dragon species is just a little sheep that is not in short wisps. It is restrained by it and has no power to resist."

"But... because of a war, it fell unexpectedly and had long become one of the taboos of the Ancestral Dragon Court. Perhaps only the dragon species with long blood can capture a trace from the inheritance..."

The Golden Holy Dragon said while maintaining the ancestral weapon to maximize its defense.

Thanks to the extra protection, Long Wuji did not act like he did at the beginning, and every move seemed to be struggling and fighting back desperately.

It's fighting.

It wanted to take Bai Wushang and the little bone dragon to break free from the blockade of the sword formation and escape from this space.

For this reason, almost in the second round, Long Wuji shouted loudly, turned around and bit the nine dragon heads on his back, and swallowed them into his belly.

Not enough! It's far from enough!

With the split bloodline alone, even the battle of the Holy Dragon feels that he is willing but not capable enough.

It must be integrated and must be restored to the most peak, most complete and most powerful form!

"boom!!"

The divine light burst out.

Bai Wushang and the Little Bone Dragon were absorbed by an invisible force.

He saw that the purple-gold dragon shadow in front of him was like metal melting in high temperature, shrinking rapidly, and eventually turning into a brand new form.

It is no longer the body of a divine dragon or the wings of a sky horse.

Both feet are upright, legs have knee condyles, dragon tail support, dragon scales are armor, and dragon claws are arms.

It turned into an upright monster with a height of fifty meters, half a man and half a dragon, and a thick armor!

This is the real war dragon form!

"Swish swish swish swish--"

The sword light swept down, and Long Wuji greeted him with his dragon claws, and a harsh roar of golden spears colliding.

After several consecutive blocks, the splashing sparks cut out rifts on the ground, accompanied by the raging wind, and a doomsday storm was surging in the sword formation.

"Why is this sword spirit so powerful? With the blessing of the ancestral weapon, we can't get out?"

"Even ordinary myths is not so difficult, right?"

The King of Ghost Dragon asked a question with a trembling astonishment that penetrated his bones.

It can do nothing, it can only watch.

If the power of the ancestral weapon is exhausted and Long Wuji cannot escape from the sword formation, then all dragons and all insects... will die!

The death lineage is not yet at the point where the plan is implemented, and the death is halfway through the journey.

"Because it is not an extraordinary creature, it cannot simply define its power at the level of life."

The Golden Holy Dragon looked at the projection screen, holding the dragon's claws hard, with a heart-wrenching look on his face:

"It is a miraculous creature that is rare in the world and born and raised in the earth... If you attack it and hurt it, it is equivalent to turning aside the world and being punished by the power of nature."

"It was unable to fight against the existence of the holy dragon level. When it withered and fell, it could cause the same tragedy between heaven and earth. Such a vision of beings burying, killing all the dozen holy beasts involved in the hunting."
Chapter completed!