The Jiao Demon King knocked back Yang Tuo with one blow, quickly withdrew his magical power, and wanted to fly away, but it was not that easy.
Although Yang Tuo was knocked back and hit a huge crater on the iceberg, he was protected by the sword light of Tiandu and was not damaged.
However, after receiving the shocking blow from the Dragon Demon King, both his internal organs and his soul were a little shaken. He couldn't help but shake his head to stabilize his mind.
With a strong clap of his hands, and a "bump" sound, he was freed from the embedded iceberg.
Yang Tuo stood up out of thin air, riding the wind to control the air. As soon as the magic power in his body was turned, most of it was restored. Looking up, he saw the Demon King rising into the sky, about to fly away.
As the saying goes, if you don't move, you will be dead, if you move, it will be thunderous. Since Yang Tuo has already taken action, wouldn't it be beautiful to let the Jiao Demon King escape like this?
Yang Tuo pinched the spell with his hand, and the Heavenly Capital Divine Sword floated in front of him. He drew the sword spell in his hand and used the sword light to divide the magical power.
I saw the Divine Sword of Heaven, turning one into ten thousand, filling the void in front of me in an instant. Each of these countless flying swords looked real and real, just like substance.
However, they are all transformed by the sword light of the Tiandu Divine Sword. Even so, each of these flying swords is extremely sharp, no less sharp than the Tiandu Divine Sword itself.
Following the direction of Yang Tuo's sword, thousands of swords soared into the air, the sword light was like a rainbow, and they all headed towards the Jiao Demon King.
Even before the flying sword came close, the Demon King had already felt the endless chill. This chill did not come from the extremely cold air of the Arctic ice sheet, but the vigilance rising from his body and mind.
Looking at the countless sword shadows in front of him, the Jiao Demon King had no choice but to stop his flying figure and wave the Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand like a top.
He blocked all the endless flying swords in front of him because he couldn't tell whether these flying swords were real or fake.
He felt the stinging aura on these flying swords, and the Demon King's feeling was not wrong.
Among the thousands of flying swords, even if he danced Fang Tian's painted halberd like water, he still couldn't block all the flying swords one by one.
Ten thousand swords seemed to be returning, stabbing at the Jiao Demon King from all directions. The Jiao Demon King waved the weapons in his hands as hard as he could, but many fish would still slip through the net, leaving sword marks on his body.
The Demon King ignored it and kept resisting while rushing forward. He was about to break out of the siege of these flying swords.
The dragon scale armor on his body was already scarred and tattered. Even the crown on his head was damaged by the sword energy and was tilted and crumbling.
But it was all worth it. The Dragon Demon King had already broken through the heavy siege of the flying swords and was about to escape from the trap.
However, Yang Tuo would not let him escape so easily. He changed the sword formula in his hand, and the flying sword in the air also changed.
The countless flying swords, under the control of Yang Tuo, turned into thin threads, which were the swords that were refined into threads.
Countless tiny sword threads were flying back and forth in the air, causing tiny ripples in the space wherever they passed.
These filaments lose the appearance of the flying sword, but its sharpness is even stronger, faintly bringing the edge of the Tiandu Divine Sword to the extreme.
These sword threads were flying in the air, not in a disorderly manner, but following a certain pattern, and finally formed a sword net.
As soon as the sword net came out, it was like a heavenly and earthly net, covering the Jiao Demon King. The Jiao Demon King's face became even more ugly.
The dragon scale armor on his body was no longer enough to resist the attack of these sword threads.
Immediately, he shook his head, and a single horn appeared above his head, which was his natal dragon horn.
Because it is the body of a dragon, not a real dragon. The dragon horns of the Dragon Demon King are straight and short, not bifurcated, but very sharp.
On his dragon horns, rays of light continued to gather, and the Jiao Demon King focused all his magic power on the tip of the horns.
He pushed hard, and the dragon's horns were pressed against the sword net. Suddenly, the space shattered, and countless space fragments were scattered.
The sword net covering the void couldn't help but disintegrate as the space shattered, turning into invisible sword energy and dissipating into the air.
The Jiao Demon King was also seriously injured, and his horn was covered with dense scratches.
The expression of the Dragon Demon King couldn't help but change a few times. This horn was the hardest part of his body.
Not only does it possess extremely powerful power, it is also his foundation, and he will not use it easily. If it were not for escaping from the siege of several people, he would not be willing to take this risk.
Because the strongest place is also the weakest place. Once the dragon's horn is lost, the road will be damaged in the future.
This time, Dujiao was injured by the space, which has damaged his roots. If he wants to recover, he needs to swallow a large amount of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, absorb the spiritual wisdom in them, and repair himself.
Moreover, more time is needed to polish it, which will inevitably slow down his progress. But it is the lesser of two evils, and he can't care so much at this time.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. The broken space not only destroyed Yang Tuo's sword net, but also blocked his steps.
When the storm subsided and the space was restored, Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea, surrounded him from the left to the right.
Coupled with Yang Tuo in front and the canopy behind, the Demon King was already surrounded by four people, and it was completely impossible to escape.
The Jiao Demon King seemed to have given up the struggle and stood blankly in the void. He took back the scarred Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand and straightened the crown on his head without saying a word.
North Sea Dragon King Ao Shun looked at the surrounded Jiao Demon King, and his anxious heart finally relaxed.
With his slightly stiff expression and indifferent face, he was not looking at his son at all, but at an enemy.
The Jiao Demon King stirred up trouble and disturbed Beihai, causing him to lose all face. Even if he was captured, he could not recover his losses.
Ao Shun looked at the Jiao Demon King and said in a cold voice: "You son of a bitch, you too are here today. To think that I, the mighty Dragon Lord of the North Sea and the direct descendant of the Dragon Clan, would actually give birth to a bastard like you!"
After surrounding the Jiao Demon King, Ao Shun did not rush forward to capture him. Instead, he cursed and vented his resentment over the past few days.
Ao Guang watched from the side, letting Ao Shun vent his frustration. This time, the Sihai tribe was disgraced and laughed at.
If it weren't for heaven's support, they might not be able to end it in the end.
Tianpeng watched silently, unwilling to join in this bloody family ethics.
And Yang Tuo was watching from afar. This was nothing to do with him. It was only because of the words of Ao Shun, the Dragon King of the North Sea, that he was involved.
He really didn't have a good impression of the Dragon King of the North Sea. Not only the Dragon King of the North Sea, he also had memories of future generations, but he didn't think highly of the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas.
Otherwise, it would have been hundreds of years since he traveled through time, and he would not have never set foot within the scope of the Four Seas Dragon Palace.
This time, if it weren't for the Demon King taking the lead, he wouldn't have helped the Dragon King of the North Sea.
Just when everyone thought the matter had been resolved, Demon King Jiao was even more indifferent to Ao Shun's curses.
There was only one drop of clear tears, quietly slipping from the corner of the Jiao Demon King's eyes and falling on the Arctic ice sheet, splashing a drop of tears.
I only heard the Jiao Demon King whispering softly: "The teacher is above me, but the disciple is incompetent. I am ashamed of my teacher's teachings. I should not disturb the teacher's practice."
"However, if my disciple is defeated like this, I will feel unwilling and unwilling to accept it, so I am bold and ask the teacher to save me!"
As he said that, the Demon King knelt down in the void. The four people on the side also heard what the Demon King said.
Everyone was shocked in their hearts. This dragon demon king was already difficult to deal with. If he provoked his teacher, he might not be able to end it.
The four people's already peaceful hearts were filled with boundless waves.