However, Arthur was as silent as iron, and he didn't care about Yingzheng's horror at the moment. When Ying Zheng trembled and trembled his thousand-meter golden red body in the night sky, he calmly raised the sword of oath in his hand, forcing his whole body strength to the limit. He wasn't prepared to delay any time, he just wanted to end everything with action.

The Sword of Oath mightily overhead, trembling in the night, trembling in the wind, pointing its pure edge at the golden-red behemoth at the top of the Night Dome. That piece of gold and red is the source of the disaster. Slaying the candle dragon is the oath that Arthur inherited from the bloodline of King Lionheart!

He stared at the brilliant golden red, a steady stream of power surging with his pulse. The sword of oath is engraved with patterns, and the majestic lion totem is shining little by little, a powerful and glorious holy golden light. Now the night sky has almost been dyed golden red by the power of the candle dragon's blooming hair, and Ying Zheng and the candle dragon still control a kilometer-long golden red above it, they blend together, as if intending to divide the entire heaven and earth into the rule of the golden red, the mysterious gorgeous beautiful golden red - but doomed, is the color of prosperity and decline.

In an instant, a crack opened in the night sky. At a height higher than the kilometer night sky where Ying Zheng was, a crack of extraordinary length opened. It was as if the gods in the underworld had finally revealed their might, and a pair of invisible hands exerted force in the highest place, tearing apart the face of the heavenly firmament.

Long Zhiming's eyes trembled slightly, and Yingzheng noticed it. When this happened, of course, he would notice that after all, it was the heavenly dome above his head, which had cracked out of thin air. And what is even more shocking is that as the crack continues to stretch, a light emerges from it. A huge amount of holy golden light!

Long Zhiming's pupils couldn't help but tremble, Ying Zheng had forgotten all the shock and anger before, and now there was only one feeling left in his mind for a moment—a strong uneasiness! Disturbed! Ever since Ying Zheng and Candle Dragon fused into life, he had never felt this way again. However, when a large amount of holy golden light spilled down from above him who was higher than him, he felt uncomfortable, as if the thousand-meter-long golden and red elements were trembling in this strange light.

It's horrible! Is there any power in the world that can restrain the candle dragon?! Of course, there is, everything is mutually reinforcing, and there is never any incomprehensible absolute thing - this point should be very clear with the wisdom of Yingzheng. It's just that after being in that extremely powerful position personally, all his wisdom and consciousness are unwilling to believe in the existence of this. That's why he was so frightened, and so he was even more uneasy.

"Still Arthur!" The holy golden light above the night sky became brighter and brighter, and Ying Zheng's heart was full of hatred, and he turned his gaze sharply to look at the man on the ground. Of course it's Arthur, who does all this and poses a strong threat to Yingzheng, of course it's the Lionheart King Arthur!

And just when Yingzheng's angry gaze fell, Arthur's firm gaze also happened to be fixed, and the two gazes met in the void for a moment, silently shaking this heavy battlefield. Arthur the Lionheart was fearless, his solemn eyes approached the dragon's pupils, the symbol of the emperor, and then shook his arteries and let out a roar of the end of his mission.

"Justice ruled that this was all Arthur's strength, and in the midst of a shocking roar, he unreservedly used all his strength, just for this doomed blow. On the sword of oath, the majestic lion totem has been completely shining, and the holy golden light renders the entire sword into a divine appearance, as if in the invisible void, a golden lion that has been sleeping for thousands of years roars and wakes up, leading the power above the night dome to make the final sanction. And at this moment, at the top of the night dome, in the sky higher than the golden red, there was a sword roar that shocked the heavens and the earth.

With a long roar, all the light gushing out of the crack suddenly stopped, and then all of them condensed into a giant sword of light more than a kilometer long and a hundred meters wide in an instant! Under the light of the giant sword, Ying Zheng's upward gaze was completely frozen, and the golden red dragon body of thousands of meters trembled in fear under the invisible huge pressure. Finally, Arthur's heavy voice came from the ground, echoing deeply in Yingzheng's frozen ears.

"Where history begins, where does humanity go, how many conspiracies are buried behind wars, and how many sentient beings are implicated in the gears of fate. The existence of the world is the result of how many forces and how many wills check and balance—you know what? "Yingzheng, you're still too young! The game of chess in the Three Realms is not something you can flip if you want to do it alone! ”

At the end of the words, Arthur stared at Yingzheng who was suddenly terrified above the night dome, clenched the sword of oath held high in his hand, and slashed down mercilessly! At the same time, the Giant Sword of Light suspended above the night sky followed suit, pointing at the golden and red candle dragon that was above the void, and fell with the momentum of ending all things! Resisting the momentum of the giant sword falling above, the gaze of the dragon's bright pupil shattered in an instant. Ying Zheng was scared, he was really scared! When the edge of the giant sword of light on the top pointed at him, all the senses suddenly stared at everything in the Thousand River Mountains...... It's so calm!

"Alas......" The mysterious man let out a sigh of relief, turned his solemn gaze back, and did not think about it anymore. Let's do it first, he thought. Anyway, that's all I can do now. His old bones can only help these juniors seal the tyrant dragons as long as possible, and as for how they want to defeat the candle dragons, it is their ability. No matter what the method is, it can be accomplished, if they are really powerless, life and death are fate, it is also their fate.

And just as the mysterious man sighed in one breath, a familiar sound of flapping wings suddenly floated out of the wind. His eyes were not surprised, but his figure did not move, and then several loud dragon moans sounded, which confirmed the judgment in his heart. I saw that in the sky behind the top of the mountain, a snow-white white night dragon flew out through the wind, and flew forward at the fastest speed with Yu Ji on its back, and did not begin to slow down until it was close to the surrounding area of the mountain peak.

After a while, the White Night Dragon stopped on the right side of the mountain, only slightly flapping its wings to keep it levitating, and then raised its round head towards the mysterious man, and kept calling in a helpless and serious voice, trying very hard to express the danger inside Qianjiangling, and the warning to flee from here.

"Alright, Xiaobai." The mysterious man only smiled lightly, gently soothing the white night dragon's nervous mood. Then the old man's gaze slowly turned and took a deep look at Yu Ji, who was sitting on the back of the White Night Dragon, holding the piccolo tightly in her hand, with a dejected expression. "Don't worry, I'm here."

——In a dark void, Zhang Liang is still meditating quietly, but his expression is undergoing earth-shaking changes. Three feet across from him, the man in a Persian hat who matched his appearance looked calm, but the corners of his eyes were slightly hot.

Just nine meters away from the two of them, the window that opened in the darkness and nothingness was conveying the situation and battle situation in the outside world in real time. The nine-meter-wide round window is like a natural and vivid picture, constantly interpreting a magnificent epic war - a warrior wearing a crown and holding a sword and shield confronts a giant beast with thousands of meters of gold and red and infinite power!

That man, who survived the overwhelming eighteen-fold dragon fire, stood upside down in the center of the meteorite-shaped crater. Facing all the incredulous gazes, he raised the sword in his hand with all his might, summoning a thousand-meter-long Giant Sword of Light from the sky higher than the candle dragon. The killing weapon that was so big that it shook the heavens and the earth actually fell with absolute momentum, and made the final sanction against the ancient giant beast Candle Dragon! Witnessing the shocking picture in the window, Zhang Liang's entire gaze trembled. In just a matter of seconds, the situation on the entire battlefield will undergo such a reversal and drastic change.

Until a few seconds ago, Ying Zheng and Candle Dragon, who had always dominated the night sky with a supreme attitude, were now in a disadvantageous position on the verge of defeat in an instant. In the dark nothingness of infinite power, a thousand-meter giant body, or an elemental state, Zhang Liang was still meditating quietly, but his expression was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

Three feet across from him, the man in a Persian hat who matched his appearance looked calm, but the corners of his eyes were slightly hot. Just nine meters away from the two of them, the window that opened in the darkness and nothingness was conveying the situation and battle situation in the outside world in real time.

The nine-meter-wide round window is like a natural and vivid picture, constantly interpreting a magnificent epic war - a warrior wearing a crown and holding a sword and shield confronts a giant beast with thousands of meters of gold and red and infinite power! That man, who survived the overwhelming eighteen-fold dragon fire, stood upside down in the center of the meteorite-shaped crater. Facing all the incredulous gazes, he raised the sword in his hand with all his might, summoning a thousand-meter-long Giant Sword of Light from the sky higher than the candle dragon. The killing weapon that was so big that it shook the heavens and the earth actually fell with absolute momentum, and made the final sanction against the ancient giant beast Candle Dragon!

Witnessing the shocking picture in the window, Zhang Liang's entire gaze trembled. In just a matter of seconds, the situation on the entire battlefield will undergo such a reversal and drastic change. Until a few seconds ago, Ying Zheng and Candle Dragon, who had always dominated the night sky with a supreme attitude, were now in a disadvantageous position on the verge of defeat in an instant.

Ying Zheng and Candle Dragon, who possessed infinite power, a thousand-meter giant, and an elemental life, were at risk of being defeated at this time! This seismic shift is a seismic change for all. In fact, since Arthur appeared in Qianjiangling this time, the war situation completely controlled by Yingzheng has begun to imperceptibly reverse. As if everything was composed by fate, the appearance of King Lionheart was really the climax of the oath, the rest of the candle dragon destined to end.

Just at this moment, the giant sword of light, which represents the will of the heavens, fell from the sky and cut off the thousands of meters of golden red on the candle dragon's body in an absolute posture! This is the end of everything. When Zhang Liang saw this scene, tears in his eyes couldn't help but flow out, and the warmth of excitement flowed all over his cheeks. Although it is not known what kind of power Arthur used to achieve this near-miraculous attack, it is obvious that Yingzheng and Candle Dragon were knocked down by this move.

The power of the candle dragon is not invincible after all, and the elemental body is also unable to deal with it...... In fact, all of this is not important now, as long as the candle dragon can be defeated, for Zhang Liang and for everyone, it is the most thankful celebration. Because the world is still alive and so many people are still alive, that's the most important thing.

"It's over...... Zhang Liang said to himself with tears in his eyes and gasping for breath. He looked at the situation that had settled in the window, and there were no doubts or worries in his heart. He just sighed, feeling that this disaster, which originally endangered the entire Three Realms, could finally end in such a miraculous way. However, the man in the Persian hat who was sitting three feet away kept staring at the tears that flashed in Zhang Liang's eyes, and it was not until Zhang Liang finally recovered from his gratitude that he let out a long sigh and said quietly.

"It's not over yet." At the end of the words, Zhang Liang's expression was obviously sluggish, and he felt that he was too emotional and had a delusion. So he turned his gaze to the man suspiciously, and in that stagnant gaze, it was obvious that he was expecting the man to give a negative tone. But the man's expression was calm, and he looked directly into Zhang Liang's eyes and said affirmatively, "You heard it right. Suddenly, Zhang Liang's expression changed in shock, he didn't know what to believe, he didn't know what was wrong, and the emotions on his whole face became more and more difficult to see.

But the man's words were not finished, and the cold voice continued to spread word by word through the surrounding nothingness, and even drifted into the picture of the dust having settled in the window. "Arthur is right, Yingzheng is still too young - but he, you, are also wrong. You still underestimate Yingzheng, at least underestimate his dragon pupils. A loud and earth-shattering bang erupted from the ground, reverberating through the dust and gravel into the surrounding wilderness. The sound reached the eastern periphery of Qianjiangling, and the wind blew through the mountain pass. Isolated on the top of the mountain facing the dragons, the mysterious man clenched the old man's right fist tightly, letting the red blood trickle down his fingers, and his figure never wavered.

But when he heard the sound of the wind, his face suddenly became heavy when he was hiding under his cloak. The bright-like eyes faded into the shadows, and an unusual worry appeared on the wrinkles on his forehead, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and his bloodstained right hand trembled slightly.

"This move, this breath...... Could it be that there really are still descendants of King Lionheart in the Three Realms......" The mysterious man muttered to himself silently, and couldn't help but cast his dim gaze on the heights.