The Purple Cloud Dragon had just returned to the battlefield and was suddenly faced with this split.

In an instant, the power of ten thousand jun fell on its floating dragon, and the surrounding space seemed to fall together.

"Bang !!!!"

The Purple Cloud Dragon fell heavily from a height of several hundred meters, its purple scales were as hard as silver, but it shattered a large piece for a while, and the lengthy keel seemed to be broken in a few places.

Where it is located is a stone statue of a general.

The stone statue has been powdered, and the hillside has become a terrifying depression, and the purple cloud dragon is lying in this depression, his body is heavy many times, and it is difficult to get up for a long time.

The blood seeped out from the broken scales in the abdomen, turning into drops of blood and drifting towards the sword spirit dragon in the high place.

The blade of the sword spirit dragon was crimson after drinking blood, and it looked like an old ancient sword just now, but it was becoming more and more like a battlefield sword, and its divine power bloomed!

The sword began to heat up.

The Sword Spirit Dragon seemed to have been reborn in battle, and the inscription ancient soul that was sleeping in its sword was also awakening!

"Blood inscriptions. ”

The corners of Zhu Minglang's mouth floated, probably only by himself who had been immersed in the abandoned sword forest for ten years could he recognize this bloody sword.

The blood of Haoshi, hidden for three years, turned into jasper!

Once you enter the battlefield, the blood of any enemy you touch that has been slashed by yourself will glow with a layer of edge!

In the body of the Sword Spirit Dragon, there are many such ancient swords, and their souls will only awaken under certain circumstances, and the most direct and ferocious of them is this blood inscription!

When standing still, the blade of the sword is as delicate as jasper.

When he slashed, the sword seemed to burn, and the blood was red and shocking!

"It's still a little bit closer, maybe the blood of the swordsman is the best. Zhu Minglang looked at Wen Mengru of the Sword Sect of the Mountains.

Wen Mengru held the sword in her hand, and all her attention was on the sword spirit dragon's body.

In the same way, she had never seen such a dragon.

How can there be a dragon, like a sword, even more powerful than a real sword weapon!

The sword master Zhu Minglang said is, of course, Wen Mengru.

And the sword spirit dragon had already come from the sky, and the crimson blade attacked, Wen Mengru looked solemn, and hurriedly raised his sword to parry.

"Khoo!!"

It seems to be a dexterous sword spirit dragon, but its weight is extremely exaggerated.

Wen Mengru used his sword power to resist, but he immediately felt that his palms and palms were numb, and even his steps were a little disordered.

"Quick sword style!" Zhu Minglang said.

Ten years of sword practice, the sword spirit dragon knows all the sword styles of Zhu Minglang, it is agile and fast, and after the sword is struck, it will directly attack with a fast sword.

The sword flowers are chaotic, Wen Mengru also responds with a fast sword, from the beginning others can still see the sword and the sword colliding, to the sword rain sword only has an afterimage, and in the end, even the sparks of the sword and the sword collision can be seen!

"Bell!!!!"

"Bell !!!"

The sword was like a shower, Wen Mengru kept stepping back, her eyes were focused, and her expression was solemn, as if she was fighting with a certain sword master.

It's just that her tiger's mouth is hot in every confrontation, and she knows that her thumb and index finger are cracking!

This sword spirit dragon is not only cultivated to a high level, but its sword speed is still accelerating.

Wen Mengru has reached the limit, and needs to rely on strength to resolve some difficult sword attacks, but the sword spirit dragon has a shorter interval between each attack, and the sword is faster, Wen Mengru's hands began to numb, and the palm began to wear out the skin......

......

Huo Shangjun, Ye Guang, and Wen Mengru, all three of them were the top powerhouses in this power competition, but they were forced to retreat by Zhu Minglang alone.

At the city tower, many of them are dragon herders and mortals, and their eyesight is far beyond ordinary people.

They saw the Sword Spirit Dragon, equally shocked and confused.

Is there a real sword spirit in this world?

What's even more incredible is that the sword spirit turns into a dragon!

No wonder Zhu Minglang is so rampant, and he doesn't take the geniuses of the major forces in his eyes at all.

The cultivation of this sword spirit dragon is at least the monarch level, and it seems to be becoming more powerful with the awakening of its inscriptions!

"This dragon is indeed rare to see in a thousand years, but it is only a dragon monarch, if Zhu Minglang is not so rampant, he does have hope to rely on this sword spirit dragon dragon monarch to win the resources he wants and shine, but in the Nine Army Tomb Mountain, there are still so many masters...... "The elder of the Canglong Hall said.

"The chief disciple of the three major forces in a one-person battle is already very strong!"

"I didn't expect Zhu Minglang to transform into a dragon herder, and he is still so strong. ”

The major forces were amazed on the surface, but they were extremely uncomfortable in their hearts.

Those brocade boxes, not all of them are their blood, Zhu Minglang used the beacon smoke to sweep before, and he didn't know how many treasures he had looted, and now he was sweeping through the powerhouses like this in the tomb of the Ninth Army......

The most important thing is that Wen Mengru, Ye Guang, and Huo Shangjun obviously can't take the sword spirit dragon, and if the others are directly scared away, wouldn't Zhu Minglang be equivalent to taking up most of the resources by himself!

This is not something they had agreed upon.

It's not a good situation!!

"Stupid, what are you doing there, attacking the dragon herder directly. At the top of the tower, a man in a blue dragon robe said angrily.

His words naturally could not be spread so far in the Tomb Mountain of the Ninth Army, but fortunately, the group of people in the Imperial Young Gang were not pure fools, and at this time, the two brothers Zhao Wu and Zhao Chen of the royal family had already gone up the Mausoleum Mountain from the other side.

......

On the Ninth Army Tomb Mountain, Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu did not walk up from the front, their goal was obviously Zhu Minglang.

The sword spirit dragon is incomparably powerful, Huo Shangjun, Ye Guang, and Wen Mengru can entangle it, and Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu directly attack Zhu Minglang, even if the sword spirit dragon comes to protect it, Zhu Minglang is equivalent to being flanked......

Isn't it the big words he put down, and he wants to let everyone in the Ninth Army Tomb Mountain go?

Then it's not a shame for these people to join forces to eradicate his big threat first.

What's more, the two brothers, Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu, came with a mission.

What they want is Zhu Minglang's life!

"The children of the royal family, do they also use such methods??" At this time, someone on the wall had already seen the behavior of these two people.

"This is not a competition, it is a competition, and the dragon herder is not able to protect himself, which is a weakness in itself. Someone immediately retorted.

Indeed, if the dragon herder is not able to protect himself in the battlefield, he will die.

Fortunately, most dragon herders are not lone rangers, and in the formed dragon herding team, there are often gods and mortals who are close to protect them.

When Zhao Chen and Zhao Wu acted, a woman wearing a veil had already appeared near Zhu Minglang.

She quietly watched her surroundings, as if waiting for someone to throw themselves into the net.

Zhu Minglang saw Nan Lingsha, smiled and said, "You pick an opponent you think is interesting, and I'll take care of the rest." ”

Nan Lingsha's gaze fell on Wen Mengru.

Wen Mengru was on the slope of the mountain, under a boulder, she gasped heavily, holding the hilt of the sword, but there was blood seeping at the hilt, and the blood turned into a bead of blood and flew towards the sword spirit dragon......

(There will be a chapter in a while~~~~~ about half past twelve~~~~~)