Chapter 1608 Death Well Deserved, Dragon Fist Collides
The dragon energy from all directions suddenly surged violently, and finally turned into a phantom of a green dragon, rushing into the body of the Milong Clan patriarch, and a huge amount of energy poured into it crazily.
The face of the patriarch of the Milong Clan turned red, his whole body swelled rapidly, his muscles swelled, his scales turned up, and his scales turned up three times in size, his face became hideous, his whole body was covered with thick armor, and most of him had been transformed into a dragon .
At the same time, the aura on his body changed drastically.
The majestic dragon aura erupted from him, and his aura had reached the level of a realm king, on par with Adair.
"what?"
Adair's silver eyes widened suddenly, her face full of disbelief.
It seems that he did not expect that within this day, there would be a second realm king who could last with him.
"Master Patriarch!"
An Qiluo couldn't help but hide her face and stood up, a feeling of sadness spread within the Milong Clan, and more than twenty Daoist masters rushed to cry.
The old man entered his body with the holy energy of the green dragon, forcibly broke through the shackles of the Nine Heavens Capital, allowing his cultivation to directly reach the Realm King. The price is the rapid loss of longevity.
The old man said in a deep voice: "Don't be sad! Of the two people who went in just now, one of them will eventually become the new Qinglong Holy Spirit. And the mission of our family's guardianship has also been completed. I can die for this, and die without regret. Wait for the new After the birth of the Qinglong Holy Spirit, if you are still alive, you can leave the Heavenly Capital. From then on, follow the new Holy Spirit and scatter the fire of our family into the entire sky star field."
The old man seemed to be confessing his will, solemn and solemn.
The Mi Long clan were all in great grief, and said in unison: "Yes, Lord Patriarch!"
Adair's face was extremely dark, and the silver eyes suddenly shimmered, and he shouted: "Old man! Don't worry, I will kill every one of your clan, don't think too much!"
Adair flipped his palm, and a terrifying force radiated out, covering a large area of water.
The scene inside suddenly turned scarlet, like being in blood.
A blood barrier was thus formed.
"Blood sea flashback!"
Adair snarled, and slapped out with a wave of his palm. Thousands of blood water turned into a huge palm, and buckled towards the patriarch of the Milong clan.
The dragon scales in the hands of the Milong Clan patriarch exploded, and a large purple glow appeared, and he slapped the bloody palm.
"boom!"
The violent energy collided with each other, and the surrounding waters were drained under that energy, and the surrounding area fell into a vacuum for a short time.
Only the tyrannical energy remaining prestige caused the water and sky to vibrate.
...
Inside the Azure Dragon Statue.
The two rays of light, one in front and one behind, chased each other and flew inside.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes shot out golden light, and he kept searching for the road ahead. The sacred image space seemed endless.
Suddenly, a green light appeared in front of him, turning into a circle of light with a diameter of one hundred feet, floating in the void. Sitting on top of it is a young man with handsome features and eyebrows flying into his temples. It looked a bit unruly and free and easy, but his face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he was asleep.
Even so, a huge amount of energy still escaped from him, carrying an ancient aura and a strong dragon aura.
Looking carefully, the young man's thin white neck is covered with light dragon scales, just like a holy dragon reborn.
Wen Ren's scream came from behind, "Holy Spirit! The real ancient Qinglong Holy Spirit!"
Yang Qingxuan frowned lightly, the words he heard contained a very important meaning.
The four holy spirits ruled the world in ancient times, and then disappeared in the time and space of history for unknown reasons. And the Holy Spirit in front of him fell in the capital of the Nine Heavens, when the ancient times and the middle ages alternated. Since then, there has never been an unrivaled powerhouse in the Qinglong Holy Spirit lineage.
In other words, the Qinglong Holy Spirit in front of him is very likely to be the key to the decline of the Qinglong lineage.
Or it could be said to be the lineage of Qinglong, the last unrivaled powerhouse.
As soon as the blood in Yang Qingxuan's body warmed up, he accelerated towards the blue light field.
"stop!"
The sharp palm wind from behind swept over, covering a large space.
As soon as Yang Qingxuan's light stopped, he immediately stood firm, turned around and rushed out with a palm.
"Boom!"
The two palms collided, and a circle of terrifying force blasted away, and the two of them flew backwards.
"what?!"
Wen Ren's face showed shock, "You are only in the early stage of immortality, how can you..."
The golden light in Yang Qingxuan's eyes flowed, and he smiled lightly: "You are also very good in the late stage of the real life, and you have actually cultivated to this level when the second half of the martial arts scriptures are missing."
Wenren's stiff face twitched, as if recalling some terrible memory, his mood suddenly became irritable, and he roared: "Go to hell!"
With a flash of dragon energy on his body, scales melted from his fists, and the scales exploded angrily, forming a dragon shadow.
Thousands of cyan runes flashed on the tip of the fist, and as Wenren punched out, the dragon shadow wrapped around the wind of the fist and roared out, mixed with splendor.
Where the dragon fist passes, the dragon pattern is pushed away, and the void is shattered.
"Dao Slayer Dragon Fist?"
Yang Qingxuan smiled in surprise, the golden light in his pupils shrank suddenly, and the dragon energy on his body also exploded.
Dragon scales cover the entire arm, like armor.
In Yang Qingxuan's mind, he recalled a scene that appeared in the Black Sea. King Yin Wu and Xuan Tianji explained the supernatural powers of the four holy spirits, and the punch of the green dragon flashed in his mind like a shooting star.
Immediately with a movement of the body, under the slight grip of the five fingers, a green light burst out from the tip of the fist, with a dragon shadow hovering inside.
"Dao Slayer Dragon Fist!"
Yang Qingxuan's body shook, and the dragon fist slammed up.
The same moves, the same dragon spirit.
Put Buddha two green dragons chasing each other in the air.
"Boom!"
With one punch from the two, a large piece of dragon pattern exploded.
Within the blue shadow, a cruising green dragon hovered above both fists.
"Damn! Impossible!"
Wenren gritted his teeth fiercely, his eyes showed horror.
With the same moves and dragon energy, the opponent's cultivation base was far lower than his own, but it was a tie!
Then there is only one explanation.
It means that the opponent's combat power and understanding of Dragon Fist are far superior to his own.
"impossible!"
Wenren gritted his teeth and roared, and punched him hard, trying to knock him down.
But Yang Qingxuan stood still, his dragon fist was like a mountain.
What was broken was a large piece of void, as well as blue light and dragon shadow, which were constantly disillusioned under the confrontation between the two.
"Ah! Die! Die!"
Wenren's face was ferocious, and he continued to growl. From the scales on his body, different colors of light burst out, mixed in the green light, which greatly increased the power of the dragon fist, and pushed the fist forward.
Yang Qingxuan's face froze, and then his golden eyes flickered, but he suddenly smiled and said: "I understand, you have been transformed by the sundial, so you have broken through the shackles of the martial arts. Strictly speaking, you are no longer the real Qinglong Holy Spirit. What are the qualifications for inheritance."
Within Wenren's green glow, there are three colors of red, white and black.
Yang Qingxuan is no stranger to these three powers, they are the powers of Suzaku, White Tiger, and Xuanwu.