Chapter One Thousand and Eight

"The real dragon is invisible!"

Xuanyuan Ying yelled, and the real dragon's aura burst out from every hole in his body, turning into a golden real dragon and lingering around his body, resisting the blow that the indestructible was determined to win, and the lightning flashed and thundered In the light and shadow, the Immortal Blade collided with the shape of the real dragon, and golden debris shot out everywhere!

Although Xuanyuanying's True Dragon Art is already considered one of the most extraordinary methods of the human race, the disparity in realm makes him still inferior by more than a notch. In the sword light of the Immortal Blade, the true dragon's form collapsed. Broken, Stulem the Immortal drew back his sword and rubbed his body in front of him. He was as nimble as an ape. Before Xuanyuanying's second mouthful of true dragon energy could be condensed, he directly stretched out his five fingers with a straight palm entangled in the breath of death. He slapped Xuanyuanying on the forehead.

In the wind, Xuanyuan Ying only breathed out half a breath, and the dragon aura swirled around his body, as if a real dragon in the void had condensed, his arms were suddenly raised in front of him, and the dragon aura burst out, abruptly using his physical strength and half-spoken truth Dragon Qi resists the palm of the Immortal.

"Peng—"

The loud noise reverberated in the air, Xuanyuanying's body fell from the air like a cannonball and fell back into the city, behind him was a towering green hill. A figure flew straight down, just as Feng Buwen, a scroll in his hand turned into a golden ripple and spread horizontally under Xuanyuan Ying, immediately like a big net, "wrapping" Xuanyuan Ying's injured body.

"His Majesty!"

Feng Buwen swept down the sky, put one hand on Xuanyuan Ying's back, his eyes were full of horror.

"Don't worry about me!"

Xuanyuan Ying gritted his teeth and said: "The Dragon Realm is about to be breached, and the time has come for the human race to fight to the death. Feng Xiang, I am ashamed of you for dragging you here before you stand up and write an immortal moral article." Buried with him!"

Feng Buwen smiled wryly: "If I could write this article, I would have written it long ago. Why should Your Majesty bother?"

As he said, Feng Buwen's body was above the sky, wrapped in strands of green bamboo artistic conception, surrounded by green bamboo scrolls, full of the luck of Confucian and Taoist great sages, his body just soared in the sky, feet Stepping on an endless green bamboo scroll, overlooking the world, like a sage born in the world, the golden scroll in the hand shakes, and directly turns into a series of huge golden bamboo slips that lie between the sky and the earth. The lines of Confucianism and Taoism on the bamboo slips are full of majestic and sacred Power, like Feng Buwen, the guardian chapter of this Confucian and Taoist sage.

Once upon a time, I heard that Bai Yiqing Xiangfeng Buwen had an adventure, which is the legend of the Confucianism and Taoism Tianyin scrolls. Today I finally have the opportunity to see the huge golden scrolls standing in the air around Feng Buwen, like one after another. Like a sacred totem, there are more than 20 lines in total, making half of the sky agitated with majesty.

"A breath of grandeur in my chest!"

Feng Buwen stomped his feet suddenly, and the golden guardian chapters around him suddenly changed from more than twenty to more than forty.

...

"snort!"

In the air, Stuirem the Immortal held the Indestructible Blade, and sneered: "What I hate the most in my life are you sour scholars, what are you full of knowledge, what are you rich in learning, and useless, you are full of knowledge, you can stop it!" Is this king's sword!?"

As he said that, the Immortal directly handed out a sword, and the light of the sword filled the space between the heaven and the earth, turned into a rumbling giant pillar and blasted towards Longyu, and also blasted at Feng Buwen who was guarding in front of Longyu.

"Puffy~~~"

Amidst the roaring sound, Feng Buwen held the Tianyin scroll in his hand, and drove the golden Confucian and Taoist chapters behind him to continuously hit the opponent's sword energy. The strength of the two forces was very different. In an instant, the first chapter of Confucianism and Taoism has been turned into golden dust, followed by the second and third ones, gradually eroding the power of the opponent's sword energy, until Feng Buwen has consumed as many as 19 chapters of Confucianism and Taoism in a row Only then did Jin Jian completely obliterate the power of the Immortal One's sword.

"Yo huh?"

With a sarcasm on the corner of the Immortal's mouth, he said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be able to catch this king's sword that contains 60% of the sword intent, not bad...much stronger than your trash emperor, then... this king Wang's next sword is likely to be sword intent, can you catch it?"

As he said that, the Immortal handed out his second sword, and the light of the sword filled the sky, carrying the rumbling sound of the law of the great way.

Death is also one of the avenues. The kings of the strange demon territory comprehend the power of death, and they are no different from the practitioners in the human world, but they are evil in nature and misuse the principles of the avenue.

"Om~~~"

The Immortal One's sword with 80% sword intent was not as grand as the first one. On the contrary, the sword light began to shrink in the air, and finally there was only a starlight the size of a mung bean. But at this moment, Feng Buwen However, his pupils contracted violently, as if realizing something, he suddenly raised one hand, and dozens of golden slips recording Confucianism and Taoism chapters behind him flew out together, colliding with the starlight!

Loud noises erupted in the air, and the golden slips of dozens of Tianyin scrolls were smashed into powder almost instantly. Although most of the immortal's sword was wiped out, it still turned into a bloody sword energy with a "chuck" Sweeping towards Feng Buwen, he pretended to cut this human sage in half.

Feng Buwen's eyes were awe-inspiring, Tianyin's tome suddenly swept across, and immediately rolled up strands of complicated golden characters to surround the whole body. In the next second, the sword intent of the immortal slashed down, and suddenly many characters collapsed, but Feng Buwen Wen Ze let out a muffled groan, and flew straight out of the air, spitting out blood, his face turned pale in an instant.

"Wind phase!"

A group of warriors galloped towards them.

Among the crowd, a figure flew forward, it was the Lord Fuyu Mu Tiancheng, the Sword Fuyu in his hand instantly turned into a cyan light and soared into the sky, the sword intent was awe-inspiring, and the golden wave of the prehistoric holy body surged all over his body, and he passed the sword At the same time, it set off a rain of upward swords all over the sky, like a school of fish swimming against the current, all pointing at the immortal.

"snort!"

Facing Mu Tiancheng's blow, the Immortal just sneered, and said: "That white-clothed gentleman can catch two swords from me, and he is barely considered the best among the human race. As for you... I have heard of you, Mu Tiancheng, who was born with a prehistoric holy body, is said to be the best among the human race, but it's a pity that in the eyes of this king, you are not at all popular!"

Saying that, the Immortal once again handed out a sword!

The sky was full of clouds and mists formed by the air of death. With a sword falling, it wiped out all the sword rain that Mu Tiancheng urged in an instant, and then the sword light smashed on Mu Tiancheng's body, blasting the prehistoric saint. The body buzzed and buzzed, and fell into the mountains of Longyu in a blink of an eye, life and death were unknown.

...

"tmd..."

Qing Deng clenched his fists tightly and looked up at the Immortal in the air weakly: "How strong is this x? Can there be so many masters of the human race who can't beat him?"

"no."

I shook my head, and at this moment, the sound of soaring dragon roars came from the left and right wings, and wisps of superb sword energy soared into the sky, Twilight Blade Tower Forest, Dark Dragon God, Thunder, and Demon Wings all The attack was launched, and the full-scale attack of the strange demon army finally started. Countless mountain and sea-level monsters have begun to climb the city walls of Longyu, strangling with the army of humans, Longyu, and woodland elves.

"no……"

Lin Xi looked at the monsters climbing the city walls all over the mountains and plains below, and murmured: "The outer city of Longyu has been lost."

"boom--"

With a loud bang, not far from us, the tens of meters long city wall was cut open in an instant. The sword energy came from the air, and it was launched by the Immortal Stuirem. Looking down, as if overlooking the gods in the mortal world: "Attack, it's time to close the net, Longyu is just a piece of history from now on."

As he said that, his ears trembled slightly, and he sneered, "Four adults, be careful, the prey is about to appear."

"Hey!"

The four kings killed in the crowd sneered one after another.

I turned around and looked in the direction of Longgu. Is Senior Sister Yun about to leave?

So, I concentrated my attention and found a ray of Senior Sister Yun's breath in the heart lake, and said, "Senior Sister, are you going to leave the customs?"

She smiled wryly: "Although the Dao has not been completed, it seems that it is impossible to leave the customs."

"be careful!"

I frowned and said, "This looks more like a game set up by Sturem, Landro, Tallinn, Lei Ming, and the Dark Dragon God, just to kill you."

"Know."

She said softly: "Junior brother, just protect yourself."

"knew."

I jumped directly from the city wall with my dagger in hand, and at the same time said in a deep voice in the guild channel: "The city wall area can no longer be defended, all retreat inside, form an formation on the Longyu Square, and see if we can resist for a while, Get a little more points, if there are no accidents, this version of the battle of Longyu will be over soon, everyone hold on!"

Qing Deng said helplessly: "What do you mean it's over? Is it a success or a failure?"

"how could I know……"

I said with a speechless smile: "It's up to man!"

"That's right!"

Calorie said in a deep voice, "Lu Li's words are good. It's up to people. If we give up now, I'm afraid the battle of Dragon Realm will end in a bad way. Although we have little strength individually, if we work hard together... What if a miracle happens?"

"Yes, there will be a miracle!"

Everyone jumped down from the city wall one by one. The reloaded player rode his horse to cover the retreat of the long-range player. While looking at the black dragon group in the sky behind them, everyone couldn't help but feel a little excited. The less you will be depressed, the more motivated you will become. Many people in Yilu are just like this. Qingdeng, Kamei, Haotian, Killing Fanchen, Yueliuying, Jiuge, the core players of Yilu, There is no one who is willing to admit defeat when playing games, and it is this group of people who have brought this kind of spirit to Yilu's entire guild. The Cavalry Legion suffered heavy losses, and the major experts of the human race were defeated one after another. Many people in the guild were already depressed, thinking that this event must be defeated, but everyone in Yilu didn't think so, and we will continue to fight!