Chapter 339: Jackie Chan

Let it burn.
Chen Changsheng said to himself, very calm.
As these three words sounded in his heart, the field carrying the star-shaped snow flakes burned rapidly, and the fire was countless times larger than before, but in an instant, the snow flakes burned cleanly and at the same time The surface of the clear lake around Lingtai Mountain also produced a faint blue flame, which looked extremely beautiful.
The snow flakes melted into clear water, turned into clouds, or condensed into water again, or spread in the form of clouds. Those are all real elements, raging violently and violently in his body, forcibly breaking away his blocked meridians, The dry riverbed, regardless of whether it is a stone forest or an abyss in front, always walks hard all the way.
The violent True Element ignited his blood, ablated his internal organs and meridians, brought unimaginable pain, made his face extremely pale, and made his eyes brighter and brighter.
Chen Changsheng raised his realm to the peak without any care, standing on the threshold between life and death, he struggled with his own life, and only in this way could he provide enough real elements for the dagger in his hand to awaken Its soul.
The huge gold-winged Dapeng in the sky in front of the mausoleum looked down on him indifferently. There was gang wind and white air flowing into the light at the edge of its wings, looking at the magnificent magnificence. The fire in his eyes was more natural. Vaguely admired.
Chen Changsheng’s body after bathing in dragon blood possessed nearly perfect defensive ability. However, as the snowfield flared up until that piece of lake water also began to burn, it is unimaginable that a large number of true elements exploded in his body, and his body finally could not bear it. , Began to crack.
The first to crack was the corners of the eyes, then the eardrums. Several blood flows from his facial features, and the skin on his face also began to crack. The blood overflowed, and the picture looked terrible. In those cracked bloodstains, you can see the flesh and bones, you can also see the faint flame. Blood was flowing on his face, on his hands, wet his clothes, wet the hilt, fell on the stone floor, and continued to burn.
A scent that could not be described by words, as his blood circulated around the tomb, as the blood burned, the scent became richer many times and spread farther, until it reached the edge of the grassland.
The most sensitive nature to this fragrance is the monster. The black ocean around the mausoleum violently rose again. Those monsters who did not dare to raise their heads were suppressed by the golden-winged Dapeng Majesty. Gasping, making a hoarse voice, drooling, the beast eyes red, excited and greedy.
Golden-winged Dapeng also smelled this incense, covering the shadows in the sky, its eyes were like two waves of divine fire. At this moment, the two groups of divine fires burned violently, indifferent and divine breath Finally there was a certain emotion.
That emotion is praise, yearning, longing, and... desire for life.
This is the emotion that Chen Changsheng fears the most, and the thing he feared the most, but now he is not afraid, because life and death are in the front line, his feet have stepped on the threshold, if you want to burn yourself, you can change this. Why do you care about those eyes?
The shadow of Jinwing Dapeng fell on the mausoleum. It spread its wings and covered the grassland that was unknown for thousands of miles. No matter the sky or the earth became dark, there was all the light between the tombs. Covered, it is as dark as the real night that this grassland has never seen before.
An absolute supreme coercion, mixed with the most vicious and genuine greed, seemed to become something substantial, and fell on Chen Changsheng in front of the main entrance of the tomb.
In an instant, the blood flowing on him condensed, the burning flame went out, and was scattered by the black hair tightly tied behind him, and then withered and yellowed from the end of the hairline, and gradually became gray, and it fell.
wake up.
He looked at the dagger in his hand and thought to himself.
wake up.
He said quietly to his heart.
What is inside? It's Youfu. Where is Yufu? On Lingtai Mountain. Chen Changsheng's Yufu Gate has long been opened. There are no fallen leaves on the Lingtai Mountain. It is surrounded by the seemingly phantom lake and the mountain is in the lake.
The lake water suspended in the sky was very clear and transparent, and the surface was burning with blue flames. In the deepest part of the lake water, the black dragon's soul was floating quietly. With the call of Chen Changsheng, a very slight tremor passed from the Yufu to the mountain path of Lingtai Mountain, and then to the lake. The lake water began to rumble gently, washing the body of the black dragon gently, like a gentle Touching, like his father did not leave the house that year, called her to get up every morning.
Heilong opened his eyes slowly, and there was a trace of suspense in the vertical pupil. Looking at the ice particles in the lake around her, it took a moment to remember what happened before she slept, and then she felt the deep house in the lake. When I heard the shock from inside, I heard Chen Changsheng's voice, and I knew instantly what was happening outside, and even saw the golden-winged Dapeng in the sky.
An indifferent breath radiated from her eyes, it was proud and contempt, although at this time she was just a detached soul, and there was no way to endure the challenge of Jinwing Dapeng to herself, that pride and contempt became violent Anger.
A clear and angry dragon roared in the depths of the lake and did not spread far. It caused the lake to roll continuously and the surface of the lake burned more violently. With a loud noise, the black dragon broke through the lake, left the palace, and flew over the snow The already burnt wilderness, along the Zhenyuan river woven by the cloud and clear water, flew over the river bed that was no longer dry, over the broken stream and the abyss, with Chen Changsheng's consciousness entering his arm, then leaving to enter A new world.
The dragon's spirit from the black dragon entered the dagger. For her, this is a completely strange world, filled with golden light. What made her feel inexplicably intimate is that in this world she felt two extremes. Familiar breath. The two strong breaths even made her a little uneasy, but she couldn't bear the idea of ​​conflict, because the two breaths were elders.
No one knows, not even Chen Changsheng himself, how closely this dagger is to the Dragon Clan.
In the old temple in Xining Town, the others gave him this short sword. He took this short sword and participated in many battles. The sharpness of this short sword has brought a lot of shock to the world, but in fact this short sword is really The power of has never been exerted.
Because his realm is too ordinary, there is no way to cultivate the sword meaning worthy of this sword, and because after the sword was successfully refined fifteen years ago, he has been in a kind of unwilling emotion and refuses to wake up.
Until this time, Dragon Soul entered the short sword and met with the sword meaning of Long Yinjian. This sword finally woke up.
Really woke up.
Chen Changsheng didn't know what happened to the dagger, but he knew that the sword was awake.
The soul of this sword woke up.
He looked up at the golden-winged Dapeng over the mausoleum. His expression was calm, his eyes bright, and he was full of war. Wan Daojian around the mausoleum, with his gaze, slowly adjusted the direction to Dapeng, about to go out.
Go, he said to Dagger in his heart, but he didn't know that these two words shouted out of his mouth.
"Go!"
He threw the dagger in his hand into the sky!
The dagger turned into a golden light, leaving the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the tomb and flying towards the golden-winged Dapeng! There was a tremor between heaven and earth, and thousands of golden lights appeared in front of the tomb.
Wan Jian swishes through the air, and goes with the short sword! Brilliant!
The yellow paper umbrella shook gently in his left hand, like cheering, like a blessing.
The dagger drew a straight line in the dark sky.
Ten thousand swords followed closely behind it and turned into a thin strip about ten miles long!
Wan Jian came to the sky, and the light from the wings of Golden Winged Dapeng fell on them.
Wan Jian reflected the light, flashing the light constantly, as if it were like scales.
Wandao swords are tens of thousands of scales, connected together in the sky, at their forefront is the short sword.
The dagger exudes unimaginable coercion and light.
Indistinctly, in that divine light, a golden dragon head appeared.
It was the dragon's head of a golden giant dragon, and the dragon beard fluttered across the sky.
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