Vol 5 Chapter 648: Senior, times have changed!

"Is he looking for death? How come he doesn't use weapons yet?"
"No matter how strong the real dragon's body is, there must be a limit, right? What is he doing? Bare-handed against the sacred sword of the black-robed swordsman?"
"I don't know whether to say that he is confident, or that he is overpowered. He won't regard himself as a Taoist monarch, right?"
The saint king realm warriors below couldn't help but talk, if Ling Dao's realm was higher than the black-robed swordsman, they would understand that Lingdao dealt with the black-robed swordsman with bare hands. However, the reality is quite the opposite. Ling Dao's realm is not only not as high as the black-robed swordsman, but lower than the black-robed swordsman. Under this premise, Ling Dao greeted the Dragon Slaying Sword of the black-robed swordsman empty-handed, and he simply didn't know how to write the word "death".
"You said, will his hands be chopped off by the black-robed swordsman? Without his hands, can he leave the Ten Thousand Demon Region alive?"
A saint king realm martial artist of the Dragon Race said gleefully, although Ling Dao is "the same race" with them, but their hatred of Ling Dao is more than that of other races of the saint king realm martial artist. If it weren't for Ling Dao's identity, they would have liked to kill Ling Dao with their own hands.
Ask yourself, Ling Dao in peak state, they really can't beat. Ling Dao's strength displayed in the sixth illusion is not like a warrior in the middle of the Saint King realm, but like a warrior at the peak of the Saint King realm. Even if their realm is higher than Ling Dao and fight alone, they are not necessarily Ling Dao's opponents.
Of course, as long as the black-robed swordsman could chop off Ling Dao's hands, it wouldn't be difficult for them to kill Ling Dao. Without both hands, Ling Dao's strength would be greatly reduced. In addition, they didn't mean to fight alone with Ling Dao. If they really wanted to do it, how could Ling Dao leave the Ten Thousand Demon Realm alive?
It's a pity that the dragons have a strict hierarchy, Ling Dao is a real dragon, and their status and status are far higher than those of dragon martial artists. If they were to die in Ling Dao's hands, the Dragon Clan's senior officials would not do anything to Ling Dao. On the contrary, if Ling Dao were to die in their hands, the senior leaders of the Dragon Clan would never let them go.
"clang!"
As if the sound of gold and iron humming, the dragon-slaying sword wielded by the black-robed swordsman smashed into Ling Dao's fist, sparks splashed, and one after another dragon scales appeared cracks. The Black Robe Swordsman and Ling Dao obviously didn't keep their hands. The violent power seemed to be able to overturn this world, and the wind was surging.
Numerous saint king realm warriors couldn't help looking at Ling Dao's hands, and saw that the surface of Ling Dao's fist was covered with dense dragon scales. The difference was that these dragon scales were made of pure gold, shining in the sun. The current situation was completely different from what they had imagined. Ling Dao's physical strength greatly exceeded their expectations.
The sword technique used by the black-robed swordsman was enough to scare many saint king realm martial artists, but it couldn't scare Ling Dao. Ling Dao, who cultivated wild Zhu Xian Jin, had full confidence in his body. What's more, Ling Dao also urged the Supreme Golden Eye, and his physical body was greatly strengthened.
"How could this be? Is he really the emperor of the Dragon Clan, but it's impossible?"
Many Saint King Realm martial artists were stunned, and Ling Dao's physical strength was too exaggerated. First of all, the realm of the black-robed swordsman is higher than that of Ling Dao, and secondly, the black-robed swordsman uses the holy sword, replaced with other saint king realm mid-stage warriors, afraid that he will be smashed to death by the black-robed swordsman. But Ling Dao took the knife from the black-robed swordsman with his bare hands, only that the dragon scales on the surface of his fist had cracks.
"I haven't seen the emperor of the Dragon Clan. Their physical bodies are strong, but they will never be as ridiculous as Long Ling."
A saint king realm warrior of the Kunpeng clan couldn't help saying that the battle between the true dragon clan and the Kunpeng clan had lasted for many years. The real dragons that have fought him, there are not one hundred, there are eighty, he knows exactly what kind of physical strength the real dragon in the middle of the Saint King realm is like.
"Look at his temple!"
A saint king realm warrior of the elephant clan pointed at Lingdao's two temples and exclaimed that the real dragon is tyrannical, which is a well-known thing. Ling Dao took the sacred sword of the black-robed swordsman with his bare hands, and it could barely be regarded as Ling Dao having enough confidence in his physical strength.
However, Ling Dao urged his two temples to meet the four temples of the black-robed swordsman, simply looking for death. After all, the temple condensed by the real dragon is no different from the warriors of other races in terms of strength. They can guess what happens next without looking.
Normally, the two temples of the saint king realm mid-stage warriors and the four saint kings peak warrior's temples head-to-head, the former will definitely suffer a lot. Regardless of the strength of the temple, the number of martial artists at the peak of the Saint King realm has an absolute advantage.
What I never expected was that Lingdao's two temples were not damaged at all under such a collision. Could it be said that the emperor scripture cultivated by Ling Dao has a unique advantage in the temple?
"I must be dreaming, this, this, this... how is it possible?"
"The two temples of the martial artist in the middle of the Saint King realm repelled the four temples of the martial artist of the Saint King realm? The joke, it's really a joke, aren't the two of them acting?"
They were not questioning the black robe swordsman, or questioning the test of the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps. They simply couldn't accept the fact. Ling Dao's performance in front is already enchanting enough, whether it is talent, strength, or physical strength, it must far exceed the same realm of warriors.
Who knows, what Ling Dao showed up in front was just the tip of the iceberg. It's not that their mentality is bad, but Ling Dao's blow to them is too great. As warriors of the same generation, the gap between them and Ling Dao is like a chasm, difficult to bridge.
Don't say that the saint king realm martial artist below, even the black-robed swordsman who was fighting Ling Dao, was lost for a moment. The black-robed swordsman was confident in his swordsmanship and the temple, but the reality slapped him twice. First, his sword technique failed to injure Ling Dao, and then his four temples failed to destroy Ling Dao's two temples.
"impossible!!"
The black-robed swordsman's eyes were as big as a copper bell, and Ling Dao in the middle of the Saint King realm had no advantage in front of him, but he blocked his sword technique and even repelled his four temples. Even with personal experience, the face of the black robe swordsman was full of unbelief.
"Nothing is impossible, it is the case." Ling Dao exhaled a long sigh and joked, "Senior, the times have changed. It is no longer yours now!"
Ling Dao could see that the black-robed swordsman in front of him was not a living creature at all, but had been refined into something similar to an instrument spirit. If you guessed it correctly, the origin of the black-robed swordsman should be very old, maybe the strong in the ancient period, maybe the strong in the ancient period...