Chapter 129 Cut Off the Dragon
Looking at the crowd of people who came up, Yaojuan stepped forward with a sword and blocked in front of the girl.
"Senior Sister Luolan, can you let me do it for her and teach these people a lesson." He is now a true disciple of Ning Zi Zhao Ye Palace, but he is not comparable to these extraordinary people from the sidelines.
Loren Hill shook his head. "Let's step back first. Since they are going to try, it is better to try."
Seeing that the two parties have already agreed, Ye Zhen also knows that it cannot be changed. He called someone to clear the field again, and then raised the protective barrier.
"Hehe, you're so bold, you don't even want that helper." Ling Hu watched the girl step into the arena, raised his right hand, and let the executioner of Xunyoufang end.
After standing still for a while, Roland Hill looked at the big man on the opposite side with the broad sword on his back, and then asked Yao Li who was beside him to hand over a branch.
With a turn of the branch in the palm of the hand, the rough bark is all peeled off, revealing the pale white smooth wood. She stroked the sword with her fingers, wiped off the excess, and a smooth and sharp wooden sword was instantly formed.
"This technique, like returning to the basics, should not be underestimated." Several door-to-door disciples standing in the distance whispered.
They are not those sloppy aristocrats, many of them are geniuses in the pie, and they naturally know how exquisite skills are required to achieve such perfection in this seemingly simple technique.
"It seems that this test is destined to not be dull."
"Xunyoufang, Shi Leiyin!"
A sturdy man in the arena simply clasped his fists, and then pulled out the wide long sword behind him. There are blood grooves on the dark sides of the sword body, and there are inscribed talisman patterns in the middle. Its overall length is about two meters, which is taller than Xiao Luolan's body.
After the strong man held the long sword, he didn't say much, ran a few steps on the ground, and cut off his head with a sword. The sword was like thunder, smashing through the air, and suddenly burst in the air.
Roland Hill held the wooden sword and stood still on the ground. After the strong man slashed down with the sword of furious thunder, his body suddenly moved.
Its shape is as light as a falling feather, yet as fast as a streamer of light, in a trance moment, it seems that three young girls crossed and flashed past the strong man in silence.
Then the epee fell to the ground and smashed a big hole like thunder, but the strong man's face was instantly pale, and he staggered a few steps before kneeling on the ground.
There were tiny bloodstains on the periphery of the body, and the sprayed blood was like a mist, dyeing the surrounding earth red, and the originally thick broad sword was also scattered into several smooth sections, scattering all over the ground.
There was silence in the arena, watching the girl turn around quietly, walk slowly, and return to the position where she had moved before, when the referee Ye Zhen's voice sounded.
"Hang, Hang Yu faction, Luo Lan wins."
Because he was too surprised, he read the words a little more, and Ye Zhen suddenly came back to his senses at this time, looking at the quiet figure.
Even those sixth-order true disciples who came to the door, facing the master of Youyoufang, it is not easy to win, and it is not easy for everything to end abruptly before it begins.
When Roland Hill was at the fourth rank, he was able to compete with these door-to-door true passers-by. Now that he has risen to the fifth rank, it is naturally easy to do so.
He was not surprised by this result, who was watching the battle from the sidelines. He not only saw this senior sister's terrifying strength and profound knowledge in the faction, but also knew that her origins were extraordinary, and she might be a figure like Wufeng in the future, so she respected her so much. .
Watching the girl easily win, Ling Hu, who was watching the battle, frowned, and then waved his hand to let the servants on the side urgently bring objects.
"The next game, Bai Chanmen, Li Huiping, against the Huangyu faction, Luolan." Ye Zhen announced.
"Wait a minute." Ling Hu saw several attendants walking in from outside the door, he calmed down a bit and raised his hand to stop him.
"I'll have a meeting this time."
After speaking, he took the two precious wooden boxes sent by the servant.
From one of the wooden boxes, take out a light tulle garment with gradient colors, and from the other wooden box, take out a fist-sized transparent orb.
[Colorful Huan Shayi] (rare coral grade): It is woven by Moshangzhou and Luning Dye Bifang with seven-color Xiaguang mixed with phantom cloud silk. It can hide itself and cover the breath, as if it is transparent. Zoom out, protect yourself.
[Water Dragon Orb] (Excellent Coral Level): Condensed by dragon-type extraordinary creatures with water attributes, it can assist in transforming dragons and greatly enhance the strength of the transformed dragon form.
After he put on the shawl, his entire figure began to become half-invisible, and then he held the bead in one hand and the green firefly sword in the other, and walked into the venue.
Seeing the opponent's appearance like a great enemy, Roland Hill remained motionless and let the opponent begin to cast it.
After Ye Zhen announced the start, the figure of the young master Linghu suddenly dissipated in the air, and then a long dragon roar sounded in the sky above Ye Fu.
The white and blue dragon scales spread all over the body one by one, reflecting in the sunlight like a gemstone.
Looking at this powerful dragon body as close to Sequence 7, some of the people below began to whisper.
"This is a simulated dragon's Sequence 7: Mist Jade Green Flood Dragon. It's transformed into it. With the blessing of those few treasures, his form can last for a few minutes."
"Let's see if we can beat that Miss Loren within a few minutes."
Before the words fell, the dragon in the sky sprayed clouds and mist, and soon covered the sky, and then, a cyan lightning struck down suddenly, bursting the courtyard.
Roland Hill raised the wooden sword and swung it along the way, spreading out the blue sword shadows, offsetting the power of the thunder. Although he was not injured, the sword was also turned into powder by the lightning.
Looking at the Jiao Bailei powder scattered in the palm of her hand, the girl meditated in her heart, and it seemed that she had to show some skills.
In this strong wind, she stretched out her right hand against the falling drizzle.
In an instant, a graceful scythe taller than a human appeared in the palm of the hand. The scythe blade was like a crescent moon, sliding through the cold light, and then the thin and matte long handle was held in the palm of the girl's hand.
Another thunderbolt struck down, directly taking the girl in the field.
As the dim light flashed away, the sky and the earth suddenly became quiet, and the sound of thunder, wind, raindrops, and discussions all disappeared.
The dream-like figure broke through the sky and thundered, quickly turning a tiny arc, avoiding the amazing electric arc that passed by, and then slashing the dark cloud with a knife, and a bright white mark split from the thick cloud.
The visitors below saw the dim light in the sky like a butterfly piercing through flowers and disappearing, splitting the sky into white streaks. Among them, the dragon roars and lightning continued, followed by the sharp sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other.
Pieces of dragon scales like colored glass began to fall from the sky, and they were also mixed with a hint of red.
In the end, a strong light flashed in the sky, and the clouds were all dispersed. I saw that the white and blue Jiaolong was directly cut in half by the huge arc, and it was divided into two parts.
The long dragon screamed, and the heavy flesh and blood fell to the ground, shaking up countless rain, blood, and dust.
When the sun shines heavily on the earth, the black-haired and black-eyed girl gracefully descends from the sky.
The flowing wind is like silk, entwining around the body, the fluttering sleeves reveal the fair skin, and the fluttering hair reveals the world, the dreamy and distant flawless face.
There is a phoenix coming from the west, holding a green branch in its mouth and falling, and falling and blooming, the six kingdoms are born. —— "Biography of Qingluan of the Five Virtues"