Kamiyama Yoshitoshi was armed with a silver greatsword, and he knew that his attacks were useless against the Beastmaster. He can't intervene in the battle on Immortal Stone Bolie's side, but will cause trouble.

So he could only look at Liu Huashen and Zhang Wenluo, wanting to help the two of them deal with Weisheng Mo Yu.

At this moment, a black aura blade flew in, blocking his way.

Apparently another enemy has joined the battle.

Kamiyama Masayo raised his head, his melancholy eyes and the "Red Tyrant" Emperor Hai's full of anger and cruelty, and in an instant, four rays of light collided and burst out into lightning-like sparks.

Kamiyama Masayo swallowed his saliva fiercely, held the sword in both hands, and rushed towards Emperor Hai.

With the exception of Ryuko and Hikobun, the other reincarnated beings were all caught in the middle of the battle.

The black-robed man watched the battle quietly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Obviously, that "Qianyuan Divine Claw" Tianshu Holy Hand reincarnation Ji Wenxuan had no interest in Master Yanwen and Fang Ye.

The black-robed man moved, like a phantom, and his two sharp claws turned into two tornadoes and rushed towards the dragon son.

"Finally enough of it. Long Zi opened his eyes again, and said in a cold tone, without dodging.

Fang Ye took a deep breath, Long Zi, did you finally make a move.

I saw two tornadoes getting closer and closer to the dragon.

"Take it, Qianyuan Divine Claw!" Ji Wenxuan saw that the other party did not dodge or dodge, his face became extremely serious, and he shouted cautiously.

I saw that Long Zi slowly raised his right hand, and then slowly spit out: "Break!"

Then a blue dot of light appeared an inch in front of the opponent's index finger, and then quickly converged into a small droplet the size of a fist.

At this time, Ji Wenxuan had already come to the front of the dragon, and the two tornadoes gathered by his claws surged towards the dragon.

The small water balloon emitted a sky-blue light, and an invisible wall blocked Ji Wenxuan's unique move to kill the enemy, the Qianyuan Divine Claw.

"How come!" Ji Wenxuan's face was stunned, and he found that the power of the tornado in his hand was gradually dissipating.

Then the water droplets suddenly trapped Ji Wenxuan.

The feeling of suffocation for a while made Ji Wenxuan's thinking slow.

When everyone reacted, they heard a desperate and painful gasp not far away, and saw a struggling figure trapped in this cloud of indigo.

Long Zi defeated the opponent's reincarnated Tianshu Holy Hand with only one move.

Weisheng Mo Yu looked at Long Zi with interest, but knew in his heart that if it was him, he might be killed by the other party soon.

The dragon slowly walked forward, and everyone stopped fighting.

Whether it was originally the reincarnation of the Heavenly Immortals, or the special existence of a mysterious phenomenon, all the reincarnated beings were too far from this dragon.

The dragon moved step by step, the original tattered clothes on his body also began to change, the original messy hair, faded from the layers of filth on it and re-dyed with a golden luster, his eyes were translucent, and the armor formed by the horns of the staggered growth appeared on his body.

The Red Emperor, the "Red Tyrant" Emperor Hai noticed this person who exuded a noble aura all over his body, and attacked Ji Chen like crazy.

As an emperor who once ruled the entire continent, the emperor did not allow such a person to exist who was nobler than his own status.

The amazing aura that erupted from him, and the spirit sword in his hand was also infected, and gradually turned into an appearance, becoming the emperor sword that "slashed thousands of souls and possessed the body, and once called the emperor all his bones withered". Although it is not the real Emperor Hai Sword, it is only a little close in appearance, but the souls on the sword have not been dissipated with the reincarnation of this tyrant Emperor Hai again and again.

However, Long Zi was not an ordinary immortal or cultivator. He is the unrighteous son of the Heavenly Dragon Temple's Cloud Dragon King, a rare genius who has learned and emulated his skills since he was a child, and has the true dragon bloodline.

With his agility, he continued to dodge the attacks of this "Pseudo-Emperor Sword", and since he left the Heavenly Dragon Temple, he hadn't ignited his passion for battle like this again for a long time. The dragon released golden aura.

"It's too slow!"

"It's too weak!"

Although Emperor Hai had been releasing a frenzied aura that filled his body, he tried his best to barely resist the attack of the dragon with the "Pseudo Emperor Sword" in his hand. At this moment, the golden light flickered and disappeared.

This is the golden aura in the body of the dragon that is different from that of ordinary monks. Because of his bloodline as a true dragon, just blocking his aura made his hands feel numb. Di Hai suddenly shuddered - the other party is really powerful and boundless.

"Ahh......h

"Stop!" Fang Ye suddenly said in a loud voice.

Fang Ye, who had never fought, suddenly said that he obviously stopped Emperor Hai, who wanted to commit suicide.

"Tyrant, although I didn't find you first, and now we are on opposite sides, I still have something to tell you. ”

"Oh?" Dihai stopped.

"You definitely don't understand why future generations are all people who slander, criticize and curse you, as an emperor, to, to,

"Yes, but now I don't want to know. Di Hai thought for a while, and the originally distorted and hideous face gradually calmed down, with a hint of a smile, and his breath gradually weakened, and finally completely dissipated.

Fang Ye sighed lightly, revealing a stunned expression.

……

"Bo Lie?" Immortal Stone Bo Lie, who was fighting with the Beast King, suddenly noticed that the other party's offensive was gradually slowing down.

Situ Wuru has been dead for a while, and without the blessing and strengthening of the Ling Qi, the 'Beastmaster' has become a little weak.

Several fierce attacks from Immortal Stone Bolie left scars on the Beastmaster's body.

"Uninteresting. ”

Ryuko casually commented on the battle just now, then twisted his neck a few times, and made a grinning expression, revealing a row of white teeth.

Just like the "Qianyuan Divine Claw" Tianshu Holy Hand who was trapped by Long Zi, Long Zi didn't want the other party's life, and the other party directly made this choice to take the initiative to dissipate the true spirit and commit suicide.

"Ahh......h Why don't you let me play with you?"

Weisheng Mo Yu stood up, he high-fived him with his fist, and looked at Long Zi with a dreaming look on his face and said seriously.

Long Zi looked at this "Nine Immortals", turned to look at Fang Ye, and then showed a sneer, since it was the person opposite,

"I hope you can hold on a little longer. ”

Ryuko smacked his tongue and said to himself impatiently.

"Of course!"

The battle between Weisheng Mo Yu and Liu Huashen still maintained a state of parity.

Despite the same use of guns, the style was completely different.

If Liu Huashen's gun is going forward, it will directly smash everything, and the spear of the slight rain is like a cunning snake, constantly circling with you, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Ryuko used one finger to mobilize the golden aura to attack. Zhang Wenluo also put away his libis, he could feel that if he interfered with the other party, his own dragon would also be furious.

Of course, in the face of these attacks of the dragon son, Mo Yu is still a thousand people. His feet, right shoulder, left abdomen, left elbow, etc., obviously all parts have been attacked by the aura more than once, and his movements and strength are still unchanged. Those were just trivial damage that he could repair while fighting.

Indeed, it was nothing more than an ordinary aura.

But—

As the micro-sheng Mo Yu approached step by step, Long Zi suddenly looked towards the righteousness of the sacred mountain.

Shenshan Zhengyi froze for a moment, but in an instant, he knew what Long Zi was thinking, and threw his spirit sword to Long Zi.

Weisheng Mo Yu threw it casually, stuck the spear on the ground, and took out a spirit sword, Weisheng Mo Yu, who was quite confident in his agile skills, was not afraid of the powerful existence in front of him, and slashed towards the other party with the joy of battle.

"You're too slow, too. ”

However, what can't keep up with the speed is precisely the slight rain. Although he also needed to do his best to barely block the opponent's sword, but soon, he chose to abandon the sword in his hand, and took out two black antler hooks from nowhere with both hands, and these hooks wrapped around the sword in Longzi's hand.

Driven by intense rage, he gritted his teeth and crackled as he unleashed an even more violent blow.

The hook collided with the sword, and countless sparks splashed in an instant. The antler hook unloaded the force from two directions, allowing Weisheng Mo Yu to resist the dragon's blow.

Ryuko suppressed the irritability in her heart. This irritability is because the other party is overwhelmed and changes weapons in battle, which makes Longzi a little irritable.

Long Zi temporarily restrained this mood, but he had been waiting for Wei Sheng Mo Yu to reveal his flaws.

- It's coming!

Then, finally, the opportunity came. When Wei Sheng Mo Yu tried to use the strengths of the spear to suppress the weaknesses of the sword, Ryuko bounced the spear upwards with all his strength, and then stabbed the sword into the unsuspecting abdomen. The opponent's body protection aura is simply useless in front of the dragon son's true dragon bloodline.

Weisheng Mo Yu's face changed slightly, this sword was different from the aura released by Long Zi before, if it hit,

"Goo......!"

At the last moment, Wei Sheng Mo Yu poured all his strength into the movement of twisting his body. In the end, he was only pierced by the sword in the flank, at least he avoided the end of dying under the sword of the dragon son.

"—indeed, it's amazing. Your marksmanship, swordsmanship, and other skills can be said to be very superb. "Nine Immortals", you are indeed worthy of the title of rare genius. With your talent, let alone those immortals, I'm afraid that even the existence of a saint will accept you as an apprentice. Ryuko put away his sword, nodded and said.

Regarding this dragon's words of appreciation, Weisheng Mo Yu responded with a relaxed attitude:

"It's over, don't say that. But in that case, why don't you stay with me a little longer?"