The two figures each held a weapon, constantly intertwined, Lin Ruoli showed the Xuantian sword technique, the magic sword style, the sword style, the opening mountain style, etc.

Duanmu Qinglong is a green wood in his hand, really like a dragon, flying up and down, he actually dissolved Lin Ruoli's exquisite swordsmanship one by one, and the two of them were staggered, and they all stimulated their spiritual power to exert their respective weapons.

Between the flashes of spiritual light, a huge roar continued to come out, and the broken antiquities around continued to be turned into pieces between the two people's fighting methods, and the two people were also in this hard-fought competition, spilling blood one after another, at this time it was not only a physical competition, but also a competition of spiritual strength. Flash Dance.

It's just that although both of them are subversive cultivators in the Heavenly Xuan Realm, Lin Ruoli has successively cultivated the two special exercises of the Linglong Jue and the Xuantian Jade Body Jue, and his spiritual power has long been far beyond the same level.

The two of them fought directly on the cultivation, and directly let Duanmu Qinglong have the upper hand, just in the physical confrontation, he lost three points to the opponent, and at this time he was a little defeated, as a descendant of the Duanmu family, how could he endure such suppression.

The corners of Duanmu Qinglong's mouth were bloody, and he retreated back one after another, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense, he stood still and suddenly said with some relief: "It turns out that you are that Lin Ruoli." Flash."

I don't know if it's because of Lin Ruoli's Xuantian Sword Technique, or because Duanmu Qinglong suddenly remembered something, he suddenly said Lin Ruoli's name, but Lin Ruoli, who was standing on the other side, didn't deny this.

"No matter how you learned the Nine Transformations of Thunder, or how you have a relationship with my clan, you must die today, even if you are really from my Duanmu clan, you will also die. Seeing that Lin Ruoli didn't deny it, Duanmu Qinglong suddenly said ruthlessly, but his facial expression was still cold and arrogant.

Duanmu Qinglong's heart was ruthless, and his body flashed more than ten zhang away, and then pinched a strange magic trick, and a blood-colored mark appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and after his roar, an earth-shattering dragon roar sounded.

As soon as this dragon roar came out, the place suddenly trembled again and again, and the ruined buildings around it collapsed one after another, and a powerful coercion that was difficult to conceal directly spread out from Duanmu Qinglong's body, and a cyan phantom dozens of feet high appeared behind him.

This cyan phantom, most of the body is blurred, the essence of the body can not be seen clearly, only a small section of the body floating a few zhang away is clearly visible, it is a small cyan tail, seven or eight zhang long and three zhang high on the tail, covered with a piece of scales the size of a wheel, although this dragon tail is a phantom, but it is like a substance, and the pattern on it is clearly visible.

"It turns out that there is a trick to this dharma." Lin Ruoli just saw Duanmu Qinglong pinching the strange magic trick, and there was a mark flashing on his forehead, casting this true dragon magic appearance, and her heart was even more touched, at this time, what she was thinking about was how to get this magic trick, and she was not worried about the crisis situation at this time.

It seems that the body has not moved, but at this time, in the eight veins of the strange meridians and the flesh and blood organs in Lin Ruoli's body, there have been cyan points of light gathered together, and after these cyan points of light gathered together, a phantom image was suddenly formed in his body.