Chapter 261: Advance! 3 spears and 2 blades!

The colorful gold contains the spirit and the sharp, the dragon soul of the phoenix blood casts the magic weapon!
The tipless spear, this spear embryo that accompanies Yang Jian in an imperfect posture, has revealed its true shape in this Wuchen realm.
After the dragon and phoenix catastrophe, the indestructible black dragon of the dragon clan's battle soul poured his own efforts into rare treasures and opened the heavenly sacred stone to create the spear of the slaughter phoenix clan in order to avenge the blood.
Obstructed by the way of heaven, the sharp spear is difficult to form. The black dragon gods die and the soul is poured into this spear embryo. It is treasured by the dragon in the dragon treasure house and enshrined for generations.
Yang Jian went into the East China Sea to find weapons, was favored by the Dragon King and Dragon Mother, and went into the treasure house to find this dragon spear embryo. By coincidence, the dragon king sent him off, and Yang Jian held a gun battle on the four continents.
After getting a sharp-edged spear, his combat power was greatly improved, and his profound skills were fully utilized.
The king of war is famous all over the world.
Fight Xingtian, illusion captures the axe.
In front of the Zhongtian Gate, the Heavenly Court general Hui Mou armed with a gun, showing his martial arts; into the Heavenly Court, the spear and axe left and right side by side, killing the heavenly soldiers and the heavens will be difficult to resist, so that the Jade Emperor gave me the position of an unknown general.
What about the big demon who died under this dragon spear? It's uncountable.
At this moment, Yang Jian was looking forward to it, looking forward to this dragon spear showing its true edge, and looking forward to this dragon spear becoming what he had been thinking about.
Three-pointed, two-edged, can pass hundreds of soldiers, can fight thousands of troops!
this moment!
Yang Jian watched the two treasures melted by the phoenix blood, and turned into two rays of light slowly injected into the flames around the tipless gun body. The tipless gun body shone brightly, and the gun body kept trembling, and the sound of the dragon's roar gradually changed from low to high. .
An arrogant and domineering intent to fight slowly dispersed in the gun body.
The tipless spear suddenly started struggling violently. Yang Jian had known this a long time ago, and ignoring the scorching heat of the Phoenix blood, he jumped directly into the air.
Taking a breath, grabbed the gun with his right hand, what about Phoenix's blood? Even if you light Yang Jian's palm, you can't make Yang Jian's brows frown!
The dragon spear trembled violently, and before Yang Jian's palm touched it, he had a posture of breaking through the air!
"Be careful!" Feng Wu whispered, the wound on his wrist had healed, and his face was a little paler, but his expression gradually recovered.
Although phoenix blood is precious to the Feng clan, it is not that their Feng clan can't make blood. If they recuperate a little, even if the origin is affected, it is not an irreparable trauma.
In midair, Yang Jian had already put his hand into the Phoenix Fire and grabbed the dragon spear.
The violent trembling of the tipless spear turned into a trembling up and down, a dragon roar sounded, and a blue dragon flew out of the tipless spear, entrenched for unknown heights, and the double dragon eyes glared at Yang Jian.
Hum
The silent rhythm spread, and the divine light bloomed in Yang Jian's eyes, a tame and resistance only happened between the fingers.
"Senior is gone, this gun has long been entrusted to me!" Yang Jian shouted, shaking the phantom blue dragon directly!
After the blue dragon dispersed, a lighter black dragon head floated above the gun body, staring at Yang Jian with his eyes fixedly. The savage and hateful words were harsh and numb to the scalp.
The black dragon head spoke, but in a slightly obscure tone, he shouted in Yang Jian's ear and Xinhai at the same time:
"Kill all the Phoenix! Kill them all! Kill!"
"The past is gone, the ancient Phoenix clan has long ceased to exist!" Yang Jian's voice was calm but with a hint of arrogance, "From today onwards, this gun should follow me to fight the heavens and the world. If you encounter the Phoenix clan, it is evil. Kill it with this!"
When the words fell, the dragon spear shook suddenly, and the black dragon dragon head was unwilling, raised his head and roared, as if to break free from Yang Jian's hands.
"senior!"
Yang Jian yelled, the dragon spear trembled, and the black dragon dragon head became more fierce.
"If you don't kill the Feng Clan, I will never look down!" Black Dragon roared and roared, turning a blind eye to Yang Jian's persuasion.
But then, the dragon head of the black dragon head was full of pain. After the endless years of sleep, it is a matter of waking up, and it is no longer a dragon or a ghost. How desolate?
This resentment actually locked the black dragon's dragon soul, making it impossible to escape, let alone reincarnation.
"Kill, kill!"
The black dragon and dragon's eyes are full of bloodstains, and a suffocating aura rises to the sky, and the whole area is discolored!
Yang Jian held the dragon spear tightly without letting go. The phoenix fire had gradually extinguished, and the body and tip of the dragon spear were finally formed. The cold light and sharpness contained in them made Yang Jian feel shocked.
"Oh, why bother, I'm going to save seniors."
The left sword pointed his fingertips on his forehead, his forehead eyes opened suddenly!
The whites of his eyes were bleak, and there were six projections of the reincarnation disc in his pupils, and a divine light shot out, crossing the barrier of time and space, and directly submerged into the forehead of the black dragon head!
The black dragon head suddenly became quiet, and his eyes were full of blankness. Although the evil spirit was there, the source of the evil spirit seemed to wake up suddenly in a nightmare.
In the black dragon dragon eye, gradually became safe.
A tyrannical divine sense swept across the world, and the suppression of the Yuanshen Dao by this world seemed to disappear; Yang Jian seemed to be wearing no clothes in front of this divine sense, feeling that he was seen clearly.
The dragon head turned into a cloud of smoke, and the smoke condensed into a human form. This human form was first a dragon head, and then it seemed that Yang Jian was unfamiliar, and then turned into a human man.
It was not a warrior who forged this dragon spear, but a scribe. He was gentle, dressed in long clothes, with easy-going eyes and a bitter smile on his lips. He was also quite handsome.
The opening is:
"Honghuang, is it so desolate? The way does not exist, the way of heaven is hard to find, there are few monks, so narrow."
Yang Jian coughed, grabbed the tipless gun and made a speech. Although the posture was strange, he did not dare to let go of this gun.
"Senior misunderstood. This is not a prehistoric place, but... a sealed world, if I expected it, it is in a strange treasure."
"Exotic treasure?"
Yang Jian smiled bitterly: "Yes, I was trapped here. Although I forged a dragon spear today, I don't know if I can bring this spear into the world."
The black dragon scribe was silent for a while, his eyes swept across Feng Wu who was standing on the ground, and he saw the scar on Feng Wu's wrist.
Yang Jian originally thought that the remnant dragon soul of this dragon predecessor would take action against Feng Wu. This black dragon scribe was definitely a quasi-teacher-level power before his death. I don't know how many thousands of years after his death, the remnant soul was so powerful.
And it is such a character, in that great catastrophe of fragmentation, never left his name...
"What kind of treasure?"
"Chaos Clock."
"Oh, it's this treasure. No wonder, it can change the Dao Seal." The Black Dragon Scribe murmured a few words, then sighed softly, looking at Yang Jian, "What family are you? This Dao body seems to be innate, not The form of my monk's transformation."
Listening to what this predecessor meant, it seems that the Chaos Clock had already appeared during the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation?
Donghuang Taiyi, isn't the first power to hold the Chaos Clock?
"Human, the race born after the dragon and phoenix catastrophe, the protagonist of the world at this time." Yang Jian saw the black dragon scribe's face showing a little sadness, his heart moved, and he took the initiative to tell: "Senior, please rest assured that the dragon clan is not extinct. It thrives and thrives in the four seas. There are countless dragons and dragons in the Four Seas Dragon Palace. The endless land that was submerged by the four seas in the Great Tribulation was the territory of the dragon clan."
"Really?" The black dragon scribe smiled, and his eyes gradually calmed down, "It's so good, it's good... Alas, the broken world, the endless creatures, the congenital damage, the endless resentment. My race still survives, my heart No regrets anymore."
Afterwards, the black dragon scribe looked at the ground and said, "How is this female phoenix related to you?"
"This is a friend I met during my experience," Yang Jian said hurriedly, "This phoenix is ​​made from the awakened blood of a spirit bird, and has nothing to do with the ancient phoenix clan."
"You don't have to worry, Shicai was swept away by your divine light for the last obsession. I have no intention of killing.
Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said, "Does senior have any unfulfilled wishes?"
"No," the black dragon scribe raised his hand, and the long spear in Yang Jian's hand turned into a stream of light and flew away, and fell into the hands of the black dragon scribe, "This spear can live in your hands, with great opportunities and great causes and effects. Back then. When I forged this gun, I was blindfolded by the murderous heart, so Heaven blocked it and made this gun pointless."
In the words, the black dragon scribe directly threw the gun into the air. In an instant, the billowing evil spirits within a thousand miles of radius rolled back, seeming to have poured into the spear of this long spear in an instant!
In this world, thousands of thunderbolts slashed down, all being absorbed by the shadow of the spear.
"See it!"
The Black Dragon Scribe shouted, and Yang Jian was full of energy, watching the spear change bit by bit!
The tipless dragon spear has grown a spear point!
In Wan Lei's forging ~EbookFREE.me~ the tip of the spear gradually turned into a three-pointed and two-edged sword; the black dragon scribes danced with long sleeves, seeming to be a sacrifice, and the remaining power of the dragon soul rushed to the spear!
Three-pointed two-bladed gun!
Click!
A bolt of thunder plunged straight down from the sky and penetrated the three-pointed two-bladed spear! The three-pointed two-edged gun quaked, Yang Jian's heart was hot, and he felt a call that seemed like nothing.
"Remember!" The black dragon scribe suddenly looked at Yang Jian, his eyes rounded, his body suddenly shattered!
But his voice still reverberates in this world!
"This gun should not be stained with my dragon blood!"
"Remember it!"
Yang Jian yelled, his body soaring into the sky like green onions on dry land, raising his hand to grab the dragon spear in his hand.
Booming...
The sky is full of thunder, rolling.