The words failed to impress the other party, so Li Yuanlong didn't say more. Flash Dance

He was on guard early in the morning and secretly prepared.

Facing the empress's invisible blade, he punched out.

The powerful black dragon stretched out in mid-air and rushed towards the empress.

Under the intersection of the ten dragons, the fist intent of this Qiankun Dragon Fist also contains the subtle power of other dragons.

All the advantages are combined in one, and at the same time, the fierce and fierce attack of the Qiankun Dragon is the core.

Compared with Kowloon in the past, although there is only one more layer of power and artistic conception, it seems to have undergone qualitative changes.

Hundreds of meters long dragons fly in the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth.

When the dragon scales opened and closed, the majestic clouds of dragons appeared, enveloping and protecting Li Yuanlong's whole body, while also surrounding Yan Mingkong, making his body like a quagmire.

Under the suppression of Long Wei, the power in her body seemed to be disturbed.

The majestic and domineering brilliance in the black dragon's double pupils, the divine light is clear and terrifying.

Breaking through to the fourteenth realm, Li Yuanlong, who was out of the realm of gods, under the dragon fist with one move, the fist intent manifested into a black dragon, which was even more majestic and domineering than the real Yan Dragon, like a living adult dragon clan.

Yan Mingkong was unmoved, and only nodded thoughtfully.

"Ten dragons in one, almost comparable to the hand of the Great Heavenly Demon......"

As she spoke, she seemed to hold the right hand of the air and sent it forward.

Then, there was a sudden chill in the air.

Time and space in the vicinity seem to be frozen together.

The black dragon transformed by Li Yuanlong's fist intent seemed to be static in mid-air for a moment.

The huge black dragon, its body frozen in mid-air and immovable.

The spiritual light in his eyes also disappeared for a moment at this time.

A living real dragon that seems to be transformed into a sculpture.

In the next moment, time and space seemed to return to normal.

The huge body of the black dragon also moved again and continued to rush towards Yan Mingkong.

However, the essence of the dragon has not reappeared.

The dragon's groan came to an abrupt end.

From the dragon's head, there seems to be an ice blue light bursting out.

The dragon's head looks like a small mountain peak, and a gap appears in the middle of the eyes.

Then, just as the small mountain peak was split from it, the dragon's head of the black dragon was also split in half!

There was no blood on the wound. 35xs

It's not because this dragon is transformed by Li Yuanlong's fist intent, but because the wounds of the black dragon are all frost and are frozen.

The frost also froze the life force in it.

Among Li Yuanlong's Ten Dragon Emperor Fists, the Jade Dragon Fist is good at healing injuries and rejuvenating qi, and the Lord will not fall for a hundred catastrophes.

If the other Kowloons are damaged, the Jade Dragon Fist will give treatment and assistance in time.

Under the vigorous vitality, it not only protects Li Yuanlong himself, but also protects other Nine Dragon Fist Intent.

But at this moment, in the body of this black dragon, the fist intent of the Jade Dragon Fist also disappeared.

Or to be precise, the Emerald Dragon, the first to be "killed".

The black dragon's body was split, and the frost condensed.

On the ice, the images of other Kowloons such as the Emerald Dragon are reflected.

But without exception, the heads were split in half.

One sword, ten dragons!

All kinds of fist intent were all killed by this sword!

Until Yan Mingkong made a move, he even made an invisible sword.

The Netherworld is invisible, and the gods drink blood!

With the invisible Nether Divine Blade, you want to drink the blood of the Heavenly Demons!

Now slay the dragon, but also drink the dragon's blood, invincible.

Li Yuanlong himself also faintly appeared with a layer of green energy on his face.

The invisible sword blade came from top to bottom, and it was bound to kill the entire body of the black dragon, along with Li Yuanlong himself.

However, Li Yuanlong's expression was still calm.

"It's not my luck. He said, "It's your bad luck." ”

The rupture of the black dragon's body suddenly stopped.

The invisible blade of the sword seems to have suddenly met an obstacle that it cannot break.

The ice blue light in the empress's eyes suddenly became dazzling.

In her field of vision, there was something hidden in the body of the black dragon that had been cut by herself.

That style of Qiankun Dragon Fist is just Li Yuanlong's trick.

The thing in the black dragon's body is the killer weapon he really uses to deal with the empress's sword.

One piece, a stone stele.

On the stele are written two quaint and mysterious characters.

"Unraveling the sword".

On this sword tablet, there is no powerful aura of power flowing out, and there is no mysterious artistic conception.

But the strange thing is that the empress's fierce and cold extreme, as if she was invincible and invincible, met this stone tablet, but stopped her invincible footsteps.

The empress's hand holding the sword even trembled slightly.

Her brow furrowed.

It was not her hand that trembled, but her sword.

Her sword seemed to break free from her palm.

Untie the sword stele, untie the sword when the stele is encountered, and the sword is suppressed by the stele.

Knowing that the Sword Emperor Wang Jian and himself were not of the same mind, knowing that the first seat of the Demon Sect Vermilion Bird Hall might secretly harbor a world-shattering sword technique, and even because of Wang Jian's words, when he first heard that the Demon Emperor might also be good at swordsmanship, Li Yuanlong never panicked, precisely because of the sword tablet he had at hand!

If he could, Li Yuanlong also tried not to use this hole card before.

Because from the original intention, this was what he prepared for Tao Wangji, the master of the Sword Pavilion......

Hole cards are well known, and it is inevitable that people will be taboo and wary of them.

But for now, it doesn't matter to Li Yuanlong.

Yan Mingkong's sword came out of the sheath, and he slashed out of the gods!

He dared to take it lightly, and he could die at any time under the sword of the opponent of the thirteenth realm in front of him.

Under the effect of the sword tablet, Yan Mingkong's sword finally revealed the true face of Lushan.

In the white jade-like palm, an ice-blue brilliance gradually emerged.

A three-foot-long ice sword appeared in Yan Mingkong's hands.

At the hilt of the ice sword, at this moment, there was a touch of red, as if blood was flowing from Yan Mingkong's palm, penetrating into the ice sword.

The bloodline continues to stretch within the ice sword until the tip of the sword is a little bit.

From this ice sword, a misty sword aura was stimulated as a whole, and the sword qi was like a cold demonic aura rushing out of the Netherworld's Gate, slashing the black dragon.

But after encountering the sword tablet, it stopped, and there was no way to continue.

There is no brilliance on the ordinary stone monument, as if it is ordinary, but it is unique.

Yan Mingkong's hand became more and more stable, and the ice sword he held gradually stabilized.

But the tip of the blade began to slowly shatter, scattering into tiny ice crystals that drifted around.

"Okay, I'd rather bend than bend!" Li Yuanlong praised at the same time, and his hands were not slow at all.

Immediately put your hands together.

A style of dragon fist.

A Thunder Dragon Fist.

The black dragon is domineering, and the offensive is still fierce.

The brontosaurus roared like a chain of thunderbolts.

The dragon's groan does not act externally, but directly attacks the human spirit.

The Sanskrit sound of Qingliang Temple, before it was broken by the Demon Emperor, has always had the reputation of the first sound killing of the vast land of Shenzhou.

And the Thunder Dragon Fist in the Nine Dragons Emperor Fist of the Great Xia Dynasty is also famous.

And Li Yuanlong ascended to the fourteenth realm at this moment, and then used the Thunder Dragon Fist, which was even more grand and domineering than the Sanskrit sound of the "Sick Maha" Mingjue Master who was not injured in the past years and was in his heyday.

The thunder dragon's double pupils, the divine light flashed, as if one thunder after another exploded.

Li Yuanlong wanted to use this punch to break Yan Mingkong's defense.

Although Yan Mingkong's defense is strong, Li Yuanlong doesn't think that she can be as all-round as the Dingtian Divine Technique.

From the very beginning, the Thunder Dragon Fist was his killer move against Yan Mingkong.

The previous first move, Qiankun Dragon Fist, was just a bait.

It is a foreshadowing for the sword tablet to induce Yan Mingkong to go out of the sword without any scruples.

After the Thunder Dragon Fist shocked Yan Mingkong's divine soul and made its defense collapse due to a chain landslide, the Qiankun Dragon Fist exerted its destructive power and won with one blow.

Yan Mingkong's eyes were bright, and he glanced at the sword tablet.

For Li Yuanlong's fierce attack, he didn't pay attention to it.

Seeing this, Li Yuanlong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Then, the next moment, I saw that Yan Mingkong's other hand suddenly lit up with a sword light.

A blood-red sword light.

Li Yuanlong's heart palpitated.

Yan Mingkong held the sword in both hands, and in one hand was the ice sword that was constantly shattering and breaking.

In the other hand, there was a strange ancient sword three feet long.

The blade was blood-red and flashed with a vicious light.

An endless chill emanates from it.

Then, Yan Mingkong swung this blood sword.

This time, it was the turn of the sword tablet that had been as steady as Mount Tai in mid-air, and it suddenly shook.

The stone tablet, and the blood sword in Yan Mingkong's palm, shook at the same time.

Then, the Blood Light Ancient Sword flew out of Yan Mingkong's palm.

Li Yuanlong was shocked to find that the sword tablet was also out of his control.

The stone monument in mid-air fluttered up and fell.

In the end, it was the Sword Tablet that suppressed the blood-red ancient sword.

But this strange stone tablet no longer has time for him to care about others.

Yan Ming held the ice sword in his empty hand, and it instantly returned to its original state.

Blood, flowing in the ice.

The ice sword disappeared in an instant, and disappeared again.

The bloodstains no longer existed, and Yan Mingkong's palm was still as white as flawless.

The door of the cold netherworld was reopened, and the dead killing cold wind blew out of it, sweeping through the world.

The invisible invisible divine blade once again drank the dragon's blood!

Li Yuanlong changed his moves like lightning almost as soon as Yan Mingkong's tangible blood-red ancient sword appeared.

The strength of the other party completely exceeded his estimates.

There is no benefit in continuing the war.

In addition to Yan Mingkong, Chen Luoyang and Yu Wenfeng may also chase after them at any time.

Li Yuanlong could already vaguely feel that the movement of another battlefield in the distance was gradually calming down.

Between Chen Luoyang and Ban Hongqing, it is likely that the winner has been divided.

Li Yuanlong's Thunder Dragon Fist remained unchanged, hoping to interfere and hinder Yan Mingkong.

The Qiankun Dragon Fist immediately changed into the Cloud Dragon Fist, the fist and body methods were integrated, the speed was expanded, and the first time to retreat away.

But between heaven and earth, time and space seem to have stagnated slightly for a moment.

The invisible blade swung over, and the huge thunder dragon suddenly turned its head in a different place.

A series of thunderclap-like thunderclaps, without warning, stopped abruptly.

Yan Mingkong took out the third sword.

The Cloud Dragon, which was already about to take off, was still unable to avoid this sword that was traceless and invisible in mid-air.

The huge dragon body was slain again.

Along with the sky, an ice-blue sword mark was left, like a wound in the sky.

Li Yuanlong snorted, and the person fell from mid-air.

He endured his injuries, and finally did not fall directly to the ground, and continued to flee without looking back, but his movements were staggering and slow, extremely embarrassed.

Yan Mingkong exhaled lightly, and a pale cyan color appeared on his face, which lasted for a long time.

She beckoned, and the sword tablet returned to her palm at the same time as the blood-red ancient sword.

While putting things away, Yan Mingkong looked at the direction of Li Yuanlong's escape, and at the same time felt something.

The figures of Chen Luoyang and Yu Wenfeng appeared on the other side of the horizon.