Chapter 165: Jian Xing (Part 1)

Ziyunlong had just returned to the battlefield and suddenly faced this hack.
Suddenly the force of Wanjun fell on its floating dragon, and the surrounding space seemed to have fallen together.
"Bang!!!"
The Ziyun Dragon fell heavily from a height of several hundred meters. Its purple scales were as hard as silver, but it shattered a large piece for a while, and the long keel seemed to be broken in several places.
Its location is a stone statue of a general.
The stone statue has powdered, and the hillside has turned into a terrifying depression. Ziyunlong is lying in this depression. His body is heavier for many times, making it difficult to get up for a long time.
The blood oozes out from the broken scales on the abdomen, turning into drops of blood, floating towards the sword spirit dragon high above.
The blade of the sword spirit dragon, drinking blood and crimson, just looked like an old ancient sword, but it more and more resembled a battlefield sword, and its power was blooming!
The sword body began to heat up.
The sword spirit dragon seemed to be reborn in battle, and the inscription ancient soul sleeping in its sword was also awakening!
"Blue blood inscription pattern."
Zhu Minglang raised the corners of his mouth. Probably only he who had been immersed in the abandoned sword forest for ten years recognized this sword of blue blood.
The blood of the hero, hidden for three years, turned into jasper!
Using this jasper to shape the sword body, once you enter the battlefield, any blood of the enemy that you have slashed will glow with an edge!
There are many such ancient swords in the body of the sword spirit dragon, and their souls will only awaken under certain circumstances, and the most direct and fierce among them is this blue blood inscription!
When standing still, the blade is as exquisite as jasper.
When slashed, the sword seemed to burn, blood-red and eye-catching!
"It's still a little short, maybe the blood of the sword master is the best." Zhu Minglang stared at Wen Mengru of Mianshan Sword Sect.
Wen Mengru held the sword in her hand, and all her attention was on Jian Linglong.
Similarly, she had never seen such a dragon.
There is no dragon, like a sword, even more powerful than a real sword!
The sword master Zhu Minglang said is of course Wen Mengru.
But the sword spirit dragon had already come from the sky, and the crimson sword blade hit, Wen Meng looked solemn, and hurriedly raised his sword to parry.
"Keng!!"
The seemingly dexterous sword spirit dragon, but its weight is extremely exaggerated.
Wen Mengru used his sword power to contend, but immediately felt that his palms and palms were numb, and even the pace was a little disordered.
"Quick sword style!" Zhu Minglang said.
After ten years of sword practice, the sword spirit dragon knows all the sword styles of Zhu Minglang. It is agile and fast. After Shen Jian, he directly attacks with fast swords.
Sword Flower was dazzled, and Wen Mengru also responded with a fast sword. From the beginning, other people could see the sword colliding with the sword. When the sword rained on the sword, only the afterimage remained, and finally only the sparks of the collision between the sword and the sword could be seen!
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
"Clang clang clang clang!!!"
The sword was like a shower, and Wen Mengru kept retreating backwards, her eyes focused and her expression dignified, as if she was fighting a master swordsman.
It's just that her tiger's mouth is hot in every confrontation, she knows that her thumb and index finger are splitting!
This sword spirit dragon not only has a high cultivation base, but its sword speed is still accelerating.
Wen Mengru has reached the limit and needs to rely on strength to resolve some difficult sword attacks, but the interval between each attack of the sword spirit dragon is shorter, and the sword is faster, Wen Mengru's hands began to numb, and the palms began to wear...
...
Huo Shangjun, Ye Guang, and Wen Mengru, the three of them were the top powerhouses in this power competition, but were forced to retreat by Zhu Minglang alone.
In the castle tower, many are dragon shepherds and gods and mortals, and their eyesight is far beyond ordinary people.
They saw the sword spirit dragon, equally shocked and confused.
There is a real sword spirit in this world?
What's even more incredible is that the sword will transform into a dragon!
It's no wonder that Zhu Minglang is so rampant, and doesn't put the geniuses of the major forces in the eyes.
The cultivation base of this sword spirit dragon is at least at the monarch level, and it seems to be becoming more powerful as its inscriptions wake up!
"This dragon is indeed rare for thousands of years, but it is just a dragon. If I wish Minglang not to scream like this, I really hope that with this sword spirit, the dragon dragon will win the resources he wants and shine. But there are still so many masters in the tomb of the Ninth Army..." the elder of Canglong Palace said.
"One person fighting against the chief disciple of the three major forces is already very strong!"
"Unexpectedly, Zhu Minglang will transform into a Dragon Shepherd, and he will still be so powerful."
The major forces were amazed on the surface, but they were extremely uncomfortable in their hearts.
Those brocade boxes are not all their blood. Before Zhu Minglang used the beacon to sweep away the treasures, he has already swept through the tomb of the Ninth Army like this...
The most important thing is that Wen Mengru, Ye Guang, and Huo Shangjun are obviously unable to take down the sword spirit dragon, and want others to be scared off directly. Does Zhu Minglang mean that one person has used up most of the resources!
This is not what they discussed before.
The situation is not great! !
"Stupid, what are you doing there, directly attacking the Dragon Shepherd." A man wearing a blue dragon robe said angrily at the top of the tower.
What he said, naturally, could not be transmitted that far in the tomb of the Nine Army, but fortunately, the group of the Imperial Young Gang were not pure stupid people. At this time, the two brothers Zhao Wu and Zhao Chen of the royal family had already moved from the other side. On the tomb mountain.
...
On the tomb of the Ninth Army, Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu did not step up from the front. Their goal was obviously to wish Minglang.
The sword spirit dragon is so powerful that Huo Shangjun, Ye Guang, and Wen Mengru can entangle it, but Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu directly attacked Zhu Minglang. Even if the sword spirit dragon is guarding, Zhu Minglang would be attacked...
Didn't he let go of the big words to make everyone in the tomb of the Ninth Army roll?
Then it would not be a shame for them to join forces to eradicate his big threat first.
What's more, the brothers Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu came with a mission.
What they want is to wish a bright life!
"Kids of the royal family, do you actually use this method?" At this time, someone had seen the behavior of these two people on the wall.
"It's not a competition, it's a competition. The Dragon Shepherd's inability to protect himself ~EbookFREE.me~ is itself a weakness." Someone immediately retorted.
Indeed, if the Dragon Shepherd cannot protect himself in the battlefield, he is still dead.
Fortunately, most dragon shepherds are not lone rangers, and among the dragon shepherd teams formed, there are often mortals who are personally protected.
When Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu acted, a woman wearing a veil had already appeared near Zhu Minglang.
She watched her surroundings quietly, as if waiting for some people to fall into the trap.
Zhu Minglang saw Nan Lingsha and said with a smile: "Choose an opponent you find interesting, and leave the rest to me."
Nan Lingsha's eyes fell on Wen Mengru.
Wen Mengru was on the of the mountain, under a huge boulder, panting heavily, holding the hilt in her hand, but there was blood soaking at the hilt. The blood turned into blood beads and flew towards the sword spirit dragon...
(There will be a chapter in a while~~~~~ Around 12:30~~~~~)