Jiaolong is Jiao, a water beast with a part of the blood of the dragon clan, a form when it evolved towards the dragon, with great strength, but it is not a real dragon after all.

The true dragon represents the divine imperial power and the benefits of ruling the four seas, while most of the Jiao represents the wind and waves, and the wilderness is thousands of miles, so it is also called the evil Jiao.

Jiaolong and real dragon, the biggest difference is that Jiaolong looks more like a snake, with four legs that can crawl, and the horns on its head are slightly smaller, which is not magnificent enough.

In the great world of cultivating immortals in the depths of the universe, there are also the same rumors. That is, the true dragon cannot be killed, and if you kill the true dragon, you will be punished by the heavens of the upper realm. But Jiaolong is not protected by the upper realm, and even if he is killed, he doesn't have to bear much responsibility.

If it was a real dragon that he encountered, Zhang Yang would definitely not say a word, and he would run as far as he wanted. But with this thousand-year-old dragon, Zhang Yang is not particularly afraid.

"Sword! Break! Nine! Heaven!"

Seeing Zhang Yang shouting violently, the end of the four-foot magic sword suddenly reflected a trace of extreme sword light, incomparably pure, incomparably condensed, as if it was a real sword immortal.

This breath of sword qi, even if a peerless sword immortal like Mo Fengran saw it, he sighed to himself.

'Bang-'

In the surrounding area of thousands of zhang, all the heaven and earth vitality gathered towards this side at the same time, as if the clouds of the entire sky were surging towards this side again.

Soon, the surging vitality of heaven and earth condensed the afterimage of sword light, with nine handles and a length of dozens of zhang, surrounding Zhang Yang's body, as if it was a giant pillar of optimus standing in the void.

"Up!"

Zhang Yang snorted, and the nine sword lights around him rushed into the sky in unison, slamming into the surrounding ice chains.

This is a stunt from the Sword Immortal Sect, and I don't know how many times more clever than the sword move of the Qingyun Sect. The original Zhang Yang could exert one percent of its power at most, but now with the blessing of the innate chaos body, he can barely exert ten percent of his power, which is already quite terrifying.

'Knock Knock'

A huge roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the boundless waves of air rolled out in all directions, and nine white mushroom clouds were blasted out of the water, connecting them in series like pearl bracelets.

The sound was like thunder, spreading hundreds of miles away, and even ordinary people who were far away from here all looked up in unison, looking at the slowly rising mushroom cloud with a blank expression.

"Is it the movement over there in Yishui?"

"It seems that those immortals are fighting again, let's do our own thing, don't pay attention to so much. ”

"Yes, yes, the gods fight, and the little ghosts meet. ”

The crowd talked a lot, and they didn't dare to ask more about these things, but soon they scattered and went to work themselves.

For these mortals, the matter between immortal cultivators was too far away and had nothing to do with them. Anyway, the fairy world has existed for so long, and there has always been no intersection between mortals and immortals, as if they don't live in the same world.

'Click. ’

The ice chains that were reinforced by layer after layer of water spirit qi couldn't resist the roar of the sword qi, and they were torn apart inch by inch. The huge whole was torn to pieces, like a brittle piece of paper.

"Roar!"

Jiaolong was furious, raised his head to the sky and roared, and the sound shook the nine heavens. Its huge body entrenched at the bottom of the water finally dispersed, like a giant long whip, sweeping through the middle of the water, sending out earth-shattering whirlpool storms.

These whirlpool storms were pure power withdrawals, each of which was hundreds of meters high, and could easily strangle an Immortal Monarch or destroy a mountain. They showed an irregular trajectory, rushing in all directions, everywhere they went, there was no grass, the original green waterside, was actually plowed out of a huge ravine tens of meters deep, those monks who could not dodge, were directly swept into the storm, and there were no bones.

"Help!"

For everyone, it was the end of the world. All the monks, even the Immortal Monarch, had to flee in a hurry at this time, lest they be swept away by the storm, and the rows of houses and villages in the distance were swept away by the Yuan Qi Storm, and there were nearly 100 casualties at every turn.

'Bang Bang Bang'

Zhang Yang stood in the wind, relying on his ability to dodge this storm of vitality.

"Although this dragon is not a real dragon, but it has a part of the dragon bloodline, the strength is really great, the current me, not its opponent, at least get the innate stage, only have the strength to slay the dragon. ”

Zhang Yang thought like this, and the battle intent in his heart was fading.

But suddenly I saw it.

A bitter storm swept straight in the direction of Anyahye!

"Not good. ”

Zhang Yang's heart sank, he couldn't care about the situation here, he stepped on the water suddenly, and the whole person shot out like a cannonball.

In an instant, Zhang Yang had already crossed a radius of ten miles, blocking the front of the thatched house in one step, opening a curtain of light, covering the surrounding dozens of meters and the thatched house.

'Boom!'

The storm pounced, like a demon with teeth and claws, crashing into this layer of light curtains, easily tearing them apart, and approaching Zhang Yang step by step.

"Howling in the sky!"

Zhang Yang clenched his fists and punched out violently, accompanied by the momentum of a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, finally shattering this storm, and countless vitality turned into stars and dissipated in the void.

At this time, in front of Zhang Yang, a huge ravine came from Yi Shui, and it was less than ten meters away from him. In other words, just ten meters away, the Vitality Storm crashed into his body.

'Roar!'

The dragon in the distance was furious, and once again mobilized its true power, and its huge body, hundreds of zhang, swept through the water violently!

'Whoa!'

Nearly half of the amount of water in Yishui, like a galaxy hanging upside down, surged into the sky, hundreds of thousands, millions of tons of water, gathered like clouds, and finally formed an unprecedented tornado storm!

This tornado storm has a diameter of an astonishing 100 zhang, and its height is immeasurable, almost piercing the sky. The depth of the entire area of Yishui seems to have been lowered by three feet, and the water waves are churning, pulling out huge waves one after another that are 100 meters high, like the ancient cities of Atlantis that have been revived from the bottom of the sea.

Because of such a terrifying force, even heaven and earth seem to be infected. Vast expanses of clouds shrouded the sky, the sky became pitch black, and torrential rain poured down on the earth.

'Boom!'

With a thunderclap, the roof of the straw thatched hut, isolated by the water, was torn off by the storm, and the rolling storm poured in.

Zhang Yang stood in front of the thatched house, facing this storm like heavenly punishment, and his expression became more and more solemn.

He clenched the four-foot magic sword in his hand, and slashed several times in succession, shooting out a series of brilliant golden rays.

'Shhhh

This stream of golden light, taking advantage of the trend, cut through the storm and tore the storm apart, and at most it could only move forward a hundred meters in the storm before its strength was exhausted. But this surging storm, with a steady stream of water spirits, was just cut through a gap, and it was filled by the water waves in an instant, and the slightest trace was invisible.

Since the magic sword was useless, Zhang Yang simply let go of the hand holding the sword, squeezed it into a fist, and played a series of shocking martial arts.

Eighteen styles of fighting, dragon fingers, cloud burning hands, Shaoyang sword, splitting mountains and rivers, sky hammer, howling sky...

These eighteen martial arts have been passed through from beginning to end, if Mo Fengran was present, he would have been blasted into a blood mist a long time ago, but he couldn't shake this tornado storm at all.

This storm is so huge that it seems to be a prehistoric giant who has woken up. Zhang Yang stood in front of it, as humble as an ant, even if he tried his best to punch, he finally hit a big hole with a diameter of 100 meters, but it couldn't affect the whole of the storm at all, and under the endless water spirit irrigation, it was filled back in an instant.

As the storm continued to approach, Zhang Yang felt more and more the terrifying power, and was blown into a white hunt, and his long hair danced wildly. In the end, when the storm approached a distance of less than a thousand zhang, Zhang Yang's body was a little unstable, as if he was about to be swept away by the storm.

He snorted coldly, a hint of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly took out the Ice Spirit Jade, clenched it in the palm of his hand, and shouted:

"Earth Spirit Array, Inherit the Heavens!"

Suddenly, the whole earth seemed to come to life, and the earth and rocks deep in the ground suddenly rushed to the surface. There are also rays of earth vein qi, which also broke through the surface and gushed out, fused with tens of thousands of loess, stacked higher and higher, and climbed to a height of 500 meters at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if a mountain peak rose from the ground!

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