Chapter 973: Borrowing a Sword

The sword light was extremely bright, with the power to split mountains and seas.

Even the whimpering north wind stagnated, and the world was silent.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, Dong Chenyu secretly took a breath, and thought to himself, this... what kind of sword is this? How can it be so scary? This sword simply broke his cognition of the way of swordsmanship. A peak spirit can display such a sword power. He can only describe it as unprecedented.

The sense of crisis in my mind has reached the extreme, every cell and every hair on my body seems to scream.

Quickly spit out the turbid air in his chest, and Danhu Lake boiled completely. At this moment, even if he is a venerable, he dare not take it too seriously.

With a restrained mind, he gathered his breath and breathed out, and suddenly roared, a voice like a demon came out.

The world was silent, if it was just like this, it would be fine, but there were bone spurs on his head that were curved like antlers, emitting black air, which was extremely frightening. A coquettish and ghostly rune instantly lit up from every piece of his skin.

Dong Chenyu raised his hand and pressed it forward, and a gloomy black shadow suddenly gathered.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, he gouged his eyebrows with one hand, tore off a piece of flesh, and roared to the sky, "Sacrifice!" When the voice fell, the black figure opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp white teeth, Devouring this piece of flesh and blood in one gulp, his body suddenly swelled up, getting bigger and bigger, until it directly covered an area of ​​seventy or eighty feet, and then suddenly condensed, turning into a hundred-foot-long flood dragon. His eyes were red, bloodthirsty, and countless corrosive auras were emitted. His scales were pitch-black and shone with cold light, as if they were made of fine steel, and a terrifying aura rippling out.

Dong Chenyu's face went crazy, and he growled, "Go to hell!"

While speaking, he raised his hand and pointed forward.

The dragon roared, and an invisible wave of air swept across all directions, its tail curled up, and the mist rolled up.

At this time, if someone looks down from the sky, they will not believe it. This area of ​​thousands of feet seems to have become an independent space.

A sword light that was condensed to the extreme slashed forward, and around the sword light, countless spiritual energy bubbles emerged, turning into a small sword of spiritual energy, bending towards the sword energy, as if on a pilgrimage.

On the other side, a flood dragon roared up to the sky, looking like a madman, its eyes were full of violence, looming in the black mist, pushing the black mist away, like the torrential water of the Yangtze River, continuous, flowing from a distance When the collision came, even the space swayed with countless fine ripples.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, Jianguang and Jiaolong met with a bang, there was no roar that resounded through the world, but moistened things like spring rain without a sound.

There was a stalemate for a while, and each had its own outcome.

He Jian's expression was gloomy, and he sighed: "If at the beginning, alas...it would be futile to talk about it now." At this moment, he had already developed a will to die, because his energy had been wrapped in layers by Dong Chenyu, even if he wanted to leave, I can't get away, there is no unwillingness in my heart, only a touch of bitterness.

At this moment, Dong Chenyu felt a huge wave in his heart, and thought to himself, which family cultivated this monster? This kind of sword move is not complicated at all, it directly points to the heart.

He was sure in his heart that if the other party was also a Venerable, he would be instantly killed if he had no strength to fight back with this move.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After a hundred breaths, the gap in cultivation became apparent.

Although this sword light has the meaning of cutting everything, but the difference between He Jian's cultivation base and the Venerable is really too big.

Gradually showing signs of decline, a feeling of lack of stamina, and even a sign of collapse.

Seeing this scene, Dong Chenyu was overjoyed, and said in a cold voice, "With your cultivation level, you still want to beat the Heavenly Son, but today, you can't brush it off!" , and at the same time spit out a large mouthful of blood essence, which merged into Jiaolong's body, and suddenly, Jiaolong's aura increased greatly.

"Is it still not possible? It seems that I can only melt the sword with my body..." He Jian sighed leisurely.

As soon as this thought came up, his dantian started to burn like a melting pot, and there was neither happiness nor sadness in his eyes.

"Senior He, don't do it!" An eager voice exploded, before the person arrived, the voice came first, and the golden sword marks engraved on the back of Ouyang Ming's hand actually resonated with He Jian's slashing sword intent, With joy, the golden light soared into the sky.

"Here, back to Jianfeng?" He Jian even trembled.

Concentrated, he shouted loudly: "Brother Yu, lend me a sword!"

Ouyang Ming was slightly taken aback, his frowning brows relaxed, and he said, "Excuse me!" The mist in his heart dissipated instantly, and he had the feeling of seeing the blue sky through the clouds and mists. I thought to myself, no wonder, no wonder Senior He invited me to go out to find wood, and kept probing with a sword. It turned out that he had a great relationship with Hui Jianfeng. Although Ouyang Ming had already guessed in his heart that He Jian was not simple, he never expected that he would have something to do with Hui Jianfeng or even Xu Aoran.

Before the voice of "Borrow" dissipated, a golden light flashed on the back of Ouyang Ming's hand, and he let out a joyful sword cry, which merged into the sword light that He Jian slashed out.

The two fuse quickly, just like alcohol and water dissolve together.

The sword light that He Jian slashed soared, already filling the entire sky, and it really had the power to split the world.

"Break it for me!" A cold light flashed in He Jian's eyes, and he swung the long sword forward brazenly, the sword's light was very strong.

At the same time, he played a trick on Ouyang Ming, signaling him to take this opportunity to retreat.

"Boom..." The sword light exploded, changing the color of the sky and the earth, sparking a prairie fire. A wave of air that can destroy all living beings swept away in all directions, and the mist stirred nothingness, like countless invisible large brushes drawing large circles in the yellow sand, overlapping together, the yellow sand filled the sky, and exploded instantly, enough There are tens of feet high.

Even Dong Chenyu didn't dare to shake this aura of destroying everything, so he could only avoid the edge temporarily.

Moreover, in the bottom of his heart, he had a natural fear of the power of this sword explosion, like an ice cube falling into a volcano, like an ordinary orc encountering a divine beast.

When the light dispersed, the earth was full of desolation and black smoke, and the figures of Ouyang Ming and He Jian had completely disappeared.

Dong Chenyu looked gloomy, glanced at the cracked opening of the long sleeve, and thought in his heart, just the edge of the sword will collapse my long sleeve and make the blood in my body churn. This alone is enough to make you proud . But this tone, my Blood Dragon Clan, can't swallow it. I will definitely avenge this revenge.

At the same time, he waved his big hand downward, and the space within a radius of several tens of feet exploded. He glanced at the sky, his figure flickered, and he went away in an instant.

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In the sky, Ou Yangming carried He Jian on his back, and swept out.

Flipping his wrist, he took out a pill, handed it to He Jian, and said in a low voice: "Senior He, this is a spiritual energy pill, which has the effect of healing, and can also restore spiritual energy, you should take it first."

He Jian gently wiped the blood stains from his mouth with his sleeves, knowing in his heart that Ouyang Ming is a master of alchemy, he is not short of pills, and he is not hypocritical. After borrowing that sword, my old bone has to explain where it is."

"It's your boss who is righteous." Ouyang Ming complimented him.

The fact is also the same. How many spiritual beings dare to face the Venerable and say that you go first and I will pester him?

Looking at the world, how many people are there who know they are bound to die but are not afraid, only for the belief and persistence in their hearts?

He Jian's complexion turned pale, his eyes were condensed, and he cut straight to the point, "Brother Yu, forgive me, I wonder if you've heard of Huijianfeng?"

Ouyang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly inward, and even his breath was a bit disturbed, he nodded slightly, and said, "I have heard."

Even though Ou Yangming was sure of it in his heart, he was still extremely pleasantly surprised when he heard this question. After all, this was one of his purposes for entering the Great Ruins.

He Jian didn't ask further, after all, now is not a good time to talk about things.

However, the surprise in each other's hearts can be seen in the eyes of the two people communicating with each other. They all knew that they had found the right person this time.

On the other side, Xiaolan was in the tree hole, staring blankly at the windmill, counting how many times it turned inwardly.

One lap, two laps, three laps... one hundred and fifty laps.

The spirit stone ignited by the fire of the phoenix on the ground was much dimmer, but the surroundings could still be barely seen.

A gust of cold wind blew, Xiao Lan shivered and shrank back, only feeling cold all over, and whispered softly: "The windmill has turned 170 times, why hasn't it come back? It can't be...it can't be Don't want me?" Thinking of this, she only felt that it was getting darker outside and the wind was getting colder.

The spiritual energy in the spirit stone is getting less and less, and the light emitted is getting darker and dimmer, almost only a little red light left.

Xiaolan's body kept shrinking back, her body curled up together.

I was terrified in my heart, and cried out in a low voice, not every child is as strong as Xiaoman.

"Xiao Lan, is that you?" At this moment, a gentle voice came from the darkness.

The voice was not loud, even a little subtle, but it dispelled all the darkness in Xiaolan's heart, just like the summer sun shining into her heart.

After a while, a fire ignited in the tree hole.

Ouyang Ming took out the lean meat from the space bag and roasted it carefully.

He is a high-level spiritual being, and He Jian is a peak spiritual being. It doesn't matter if he doesn't eat for a few months, but Xiao Lan can't do it. Her cultivation base is too low, and she can't live without food.

He Jian's complexion has become much better. Sitting by the firewood, Xiao Lan is sitting beside him, neither crying nor fussing, very sensible.

It's just that when she looked at the pieces of meat on the firewood, there would be a different look in her eyes.

Soon, an appetizing aroma came from the tree hole.

"Xiao Lan, are you hungry? Eat something quickly." Ouyang Ming smiled softly, and handed over a piece of meat, with a little pity between his brows.

"Thank you." Xiaolan replied, raised her hand timidly to take it, and ate it in small bites, looking graceful and graceful.

"Senior He, eat some too. The meat contains spiritual power, which is also good for the injury." He said, and handed a piece over.