Seeing this scene, the sword master couldn't help but be in a trance, and the next moment, the face that was originally full of despair suddenly changed into a surprise that was difficult to hide.

The carefully prepared forced teleportation circle did not play the role imagined in the end

And it turned out that it was just a last resort to prepare a dead horse to be a live horse doctor, and it would be so effective?!

How could this make the knife master unhappy.

"If you miss again this time, you won't be able to find such a good opportunity again," the sword master sent a message to Xue Candleyong: "Xue Daoyou, you must seize this fighter!" ”

The shape of the Jiaolong Demon King was like electricity, turning into an afterimage, and in an instant, it had already flashed to the edge of the spiritual abyss.

He first flicked his thick tail and swept it on the Tongzheng Dao people who didn't have time to dodge, and it was very simple to shatter the Tongzheng Dao Rao's body protection aura and defensive magic weapon, and blast it out, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Then the Jiaolong Demon King stretched out his sharp claws, and the claw blades were instantly embedded in the gaps in the scales on Jiaoyan, grasping Jiaoyan tightly.

Suck~

Even if he hadn't fully entered the range of the spiritual abyss, the Jiaolong Demon King still felt the inexplicable attraction coming from the spiritual abyss.

Clusters should not stay for a long time!

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The Jiaolong Demon King grabbed Jiao Yan tightly and immediately prepared to stay away from the Lingyuan.

"Since you're here, do you want to leave?" With a roar from the sword master, the sword master burst out of the power of qi and blood.

He burned the power of his own essence and blood, and at the cost of damaging his own Dao Ji, he exchanged it for a short period of powerful explosive power.

At the same time, a mysterious earth momentum rose, covering the Sword Master and the Full Moon Knife.

This is the artistic conception mastered by the sword master.

It was like a blood-colored full moon rising, and like a surging thunder, the knife master and the full moon knife in his hand fused into one, and the speed was amazing, slashing towards the dragon demon king.

The artistic conception of the sword master is only a faint level, far inferior to Xue Zhuyong, but at this moment, the power of boiling and tumbling qi and blood and the intention of moving forward are also powerful.

This was followed by a ghostly demonic fire.

It is the three-foot front controlled by Xue Candleyong.

On the three-foot blade sword, there are endless red flames that are rising and falling, and there is also the blessing of the power of artistic conception mastered by Xue Zhuyong.

Facing the attack of the sword master and Xue Candleyong.

Jiaolong Demon King, his four sharpest Jiao claws were grasping his only bloodline at this time, unable to be released.

And the scales he was proud of also fell off most of them because of the power of resisting the spatial teleportation of the forced teleportation array, and his defense power was sharply reduced.

The wound caused by the penetration of the sword qi on Jiao was also affecting the operation of his spiritual power.

It seems like a very bad situation.

But when he chose to save Jiao Yan, he had already expected such a situation.

As the king of the Jiao clan, he was not so easily defeated.

The eyes of the Jiaolong Demon King were full of arrogance, and he roared in the void.

Bang Bang!

The sound of gold and jade sounded continuously.

Less than half of the scales left on his body, accompanied by the sound of bells, all fell off in an instant.

The shedding scales gathered in front of his body, and quickly combined into a huge black and shining giant scale shield, on which many mysterious golden runes were inscribed.

Bang!

The blood-colored full moon transformed by the Sword Master collided with the Jiaolong Demon King's Jiao Scale Shield.

The aftermath of terror was created in the collision, spreading in all directions.

Rao is Lu Qingshan, who was a certain distance away from Lingyuan, felt the shallow thrust from the fluctuations at this time.

It is not difficult to imagine how huge the power of the shock of the Jiaolong Demon King and the Sword Master at the center of the fluctuation will be.

The full moon scene dissipated, revealing the figure inside, and the sword master was like a ball of blood flames, flying backwards uncontrollably under the force of the aftermath.

The injury worsened again, and the pale face of the sword master, after flying out upside down, focused his gaze on the three-foot front that Xue Candleyong arrived later.

Under the burst of his strongest blow, the Jiaolong Demon King used the Jiao Scale Shield to block most of the attacks.

And the aftermath generated, although it pushed the shape of the Jiaolong Demon King into the spiritual abyss a few feet, but with the power of the Jiaolong Demon King, the attraction generated by the spiritual abyss at this distance was not enough for him to resist.

Whether or not the Jiaolong Demon King can be beaten into the Lingyuan and make him never recover, it depends on Xue Zhuyong's move.

Wow!

The red flame was surging, covering the surface of the three-foot blade sword, making the three-foot blade have changed from a black sword weapon to a red glow.

The trembling sound on the three-foot front continued, sonorous and deafening, and it hit the scale shield that had already produced a few spider patterns.

With a roar, the ground was overturned, like a mountain collapsing.

At this moment, the golden light emitted by the mysterious runes on the scale shield and the blazing red fire light of the three-foot blade reflected each other, and the spirit was vertical and horizontal.

Kiss!

The golden runes on the Jiao Scale Shield exploded, but the red flames on the three-foot blade sword were also shattered, dissipating into the void, and there was no longer any strength.

Through the dazzling light, Xue Zhuyong's divine sense observed that the shape of the Jiaolong Demon King had retreated by as much as ten zhang again with his blow.

Its huge body stood above the Lingyuan.

An irresistible suction force came from the spiritual abyss, wanting to devour the Jiaolong Demon King.

The Jiaolong Demon King had lost the Jiao scale-covered Jiao body, and countless blood beads could not resist this suction, and they were separated from the blood of the Jiao Dragon Demon King, constantly oozing out and dripping down, and then disappeared.

Jiaolong Demon King Jiao's eyes glanced at it, and he saw a black and secluded piece under it, like a black hole that devoured everything, and he couldn't see the bottom of it, let alone know where it led.

Moo!

The Jiaolong Demon King roared angrily, his form twitched violently, and he suddenly froze in mid-air for a breath, and then began to break away from the spirit abyss against the trend.

At this time, although the power of Lingyuan was close to the tolerance limit of the Jiaolong Demon King, it still did not exceed that limit.

With his own powerful power, the Jiaolong Demon King was still able to struggle to get rid of the attraction from the Spirit Abyss.

This is also the reason why the Jiaolong Demon King resolutely chose to take the risk to save Jiaoyan.

The reason why he made this irrational decision was not only because of the father and son with Jiao Yan, but also because of the great confidence given to him by his incomparable self-improvement.

"Defeated!" Seeing this situation, Xue Zhuyong's face sank like water.

At this time, the knife owner was already seriously injured and had no follow-up.

He still had the strength to spare, but by the time he launched another attack on the Jiaolong Demon King, the Jiaolong Demon King had already moved away from Lingyuan.

"How could Master Mo be there?!" Zangjian, who has also been paying attention to the battle situation here, suddenly exclaimed.

Lu Qingshan, who was standing next to the Tibetan sword, stared.

Mo Yan, who was still with them, disappeared at some point, and at this time, he appeared on the edge of the Lingyuan in an extremely strange way.

Judging from the time it took for them to reach Lingyuan at this time, it seemed that Mo Yan began to act the moment the Tongzheng Dao people appeared.

"What does he want to do?" Lu Qingshan muttered.

Xue Zhuyong's eyes widened, and his face showed panic.

The red and blue firelight covered Mo Yanquan.

Those were the two alien fires that Mo Yan had refined.

A terrifying aura that seemed to melt everything into powder suddenly emerged from Mo Yan.

Although Mo Yan's combat power is extraordinary, after all, he is only a foundation building monk, if he wants to pose a threat to the Jiaolong Demon King at the peak of the fourth grade, even if the Jiaolong Demon King is in a very low state at the moment, it is definitely a fantasy.

He understands that, too.

Therefore, Mo Yan did not use the power of his own self, but the power of alien fire.

The power of alien fire is extremely tyrannical, and it is difficult to coexist with any force, and once it collides, a violent explosion will occur.

This is also the reason why refining alien fire is so difficult.

If a different fire power is so terrifying, if two different fires are combined, how terrifying will the power that erupts from each other be?

Mo Yan didn't know.

But he knew that this was the most powerful move he could make on top of theory.

Therefore, he thought that the container, fusing the cold spirit fire and the red lotus fire from above, was like a human bomb, and bombarded the Jiaolong Demon King.

Even if there is a burning body, the method of fusing different fires is by no means a taboo realm that the foundation building monks can touch.

Before he touched the Jiaolong Demon King, Mo Yanhun was already peeling and blood was flowing, but the blood that flowed out was also incinerated into nothingness by the flames on the surface of his body in an instant.

Looking at this posture, if it weren't for the blessing of the incineration, Mo Yan would probably have to be burned to ashes on the spot.

Mo Yan's face twitched constantly, enduring the sharp pain coming from his body, and his dark eyes were full of decisiveness and murderous intent.

Finally, the two different fires blended together, red and blue flowed with each other, you have me, I have you.

And at the moment when the different fires merged, Mo Yan trembled and let out a muffled snort.

White smoke had already begun to rise from his upper body.

"Let's die together!" Mo Yan shouted frantically in his heart.

He also knew that his actions were undoubtedly incomprehensible and even a little stupid in the eyes of others, but he did not hesitate in the slightest when he made this decision.

In each Rao's heart, he has his own persistence and belief.

This is his Mo Yan's belief!

The earth seemed to be quiet at this moment, Mo Yan's back was a long tail flame, and his whole person was like a meteor, and finally crashed into the huge body of the Jiaolong Demon King.

The red and blue flames that fused together around him began to contract violently, and immediately burst open.

The Jiaolong Demon King only felt an unbearable burning and irresistible impact coming, mixed with the attraction of the spirit abyss, he was no longer powerless to struggle, and fell towards the spirit abyss at an extremely fast speed.

Of course, the same is true for Mo Yan.

He crashed into the Jiaolong Demon King with a desperate attitude, how could he still be able to restrain his form?

Under the force of inertia, Mo Yan and the Jiaolong Demon King fell towards the Lingyuan together.

Mo Yan's face was pale, his eyes looked at Lu Qingshan not far away, his breath was so weak that he lost his voice, and he could only make a mouth shape for Lu Qingshan.

"My mother, please......"

But in the midst of everyone's stunned gaze, there was another shadow, rushing towards the desperate situation of Lingyuan with a resolute momentum.

It's Xue Zhuyong!

At the moment when he discovered Mo Yan's movements, Xue Candleyong didn't think about it, he subconsciously turned into a ray of light and flew over.

He's going to save his children!

Xue Zhuyong did not hesitate and let him catch up.

In mid-air, Xue Zhuyong grabbed Mo Yan's hand.

The next moment, Xue Zhuyong raised an extremely powerful spiritual power fluctuation.

Like a sword master, he burned his own essence blood without reservation, regardless of the irreparable damage that this act would cause to his own Daoji, he grabbed Mo Yan's hand, exploded with all his strength, and flew upwards to break free from the attraction of the spirit abyss.

Stopped.

Under Xue Candleyong's outburst, Mo Yan's falling body froze in the air and began to climb upwards with difficulty.

"Come on!" Looking at the Tibetan sword that happened in this scene, a heart rose to his throat, and he clenched his fists to cheer for Xue Zhuyong in the bottom of his heart.

Whew!

A violent wind sounded.

At this moment, the Jiaolong Demon King, who was rapidly falling into the spiritual abyss, looked at Xue Zhuyong and Mo Yan who were frozen in mid-air, and his eyes flashed with the meaning of Sen Leng, and suddenly shook the Jiao's tail and swept it on Xue Candleyong and Mo Yan.

The power of this blow was not strong, but for Xue Zhuyong, who was struggling to compete with the power of Lingyuan, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Xue Zhuyong's aura trembled, and the breath that collapsed was suddenly relaxed, and then he lost the strength to struggle.

At this moment, Xue Zhuyong tightly grasped the hand of his son Mo Yan, and fell into the depths of the spiritual abyss with the Jiaolong Demon King and Jiaoyan, the two Jiao beast father and son.

The god on Xue Zhuyong's face did not show sadness, but just glanced at Lu Qingshan and Zangjian silently.

"Help me take care of Zhizhi, and this sword will be left to you." Xue Zhuyong's spiritual power was used in his voice and passed on his last words.

Sou!

A black shadow burst out of the air from the edge of the spiritual abyss.

The three-foot blade of the step sword weapon created by Xue Zhuyong himself.

Xue Zhuyong did not specify who to hand over the three-foot front.

The famous sword has a spirit, and who the sword master of the three-foot front should be can only be decided by the three-foot blade himself.

The three-foot front hung in mid-air, pausing slightly, as if he was choosing his own Xinyi Sword Master.

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, Sanchifeng let out a brisk and clear sword roar, like a streamer, and flew towards Lu Qingshan's direction at an extremely fast speed.

Lu Qingshan was still immersed in the great changes that had taken place in just a few moments, and he didn't notice it, at the moment when the three-foot front flew towards him, Qin Yi, who was standing behind him, stared at the three-foot front that turned into a streamer and flew towards him, and snorted inaudibly in his nose.

The next moment, the three-foot blade sword trembled suddenly, and in Qin Yi's soft snort, although it was still flying in the direction of Lu Qingshan, the angle was slightly adjusted.

In the end, the three-foot blade flew in front of the Tibetan sword impartially, obediently stopped, and buzzed.

Zangjian was stunned for a moment, pointed his finger at his nose in disbelief and asked, "Is it me?" ”

The three-foot blade that swept in front of the hidden sword trembled slightly, as if nodding.

The girl's face subconsciously showed a hint of joy, and then she thought of something, and turned her head to look at Lu Qingshan worriedly.

Lu Qingshan smiled a little helplessly: "Since Sanchifeng has chosen you as its sword master, you can just take it, see what I do." ”

The natal sword that he was looking for was finally chosen.

But Lu Qingshan did not have the slightest regret in his heart.

The connection between sword cultivation and the natal sword is very different from the connection between monks and magic weapons of other schools.

Sword to sword cultivation is not a simple weapon, but a comrade-in-arms who lives and dies together.

Since they are comrades-in-arms, they naturally want to be happy with each other, and Sanchifeng prefers to hide the sword, so what's the point of his wishful thinking?

What's more, with Lu Qingshan's pride, he also believes that he will definitely find a more suitable natal sword for himself.