Some people are like dragons, and they are as angry as swords!

The breeze is thousands of miles away, the sword qi enters the nine heavens, and there is a black cloud gradually spreading in the sky, but this picture is extremely beautiful, like a splashing ink painting, with a taste of charm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Conspiracy, mystery, arrogance, heroism, like a curtain that has been opened, all the embellishments have been laid out, just waiting for the most brilliant protagonist to officially appear.

Looking down on the dragon's head, the long dragon body, exuding a dazzling golden glow, is like a burning sun, falling to the world, with the momentum of crushing all beings, towards the bottom, pressing down.

The slightest trace of air, the invisible air, as if endowed with great power, turned into golden light, crushed all the thirty-three rings into powder, scattered in the air, and floated down, with a smell of vine grass, like a firework disillusionment, but it was cold to people's pores.

Lin Dong's face was solemn, his eyes were neither sad nor joyful, only a pair of sword shadows became clearer and clearer, and the aura on the whole person was extremely condensed.

A sword!

This sword is sharp, with sword qi running through the top and bottom, proudly and fiercely, chilling sword intent, straight stabbed at the dragon rushing in the face, without avoidance, indomitable.

Who lives and who dies?

Who will be from the Qingyun Sect, the prince of the sect?

Countless disciples below looked up, holding their breath and concentrating, their eyes unblinking, staring at the arrival of the two about to collide in the sky.

Lin Dong raised his sword, the sword body blurred for a moment, and countless fish-like sword qi was like a crazy school of fish roaring in the sky, rushing towards the mighty dragon.

Snort!

It was as if there were countless sharp things scraping fiercely over the dragon, bringing down pieces of golden scales, madly, indifferently, and endlessly.

However, it was useless, as soon as the golden scales fell off, they turned into a small dragon, arched and guarded the dragon's side, and then devoured the sword qi like a fish, and then with an even more incomparable sense of oppression, narrowed the distance with Leng Jiansheng.

Leng Jiansheng, his eyes were slightly cold, with a wave of his hands, the sword in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically in the air, and suddenly countless white sword shadows erupted from his sword, enveloping it in an instant with a radius of hundreds of meters.

"Sea of Swords!" Leng Jiansheng said proudly.

Lin Dong didn't move under his feet, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't recover for a while, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he was shrouded in the middle.

Suddenly, all the sword shadows turned their angles and stabbed towards Lin Dong.

Being in the sea of swords, but he couldn't feel the heat of his breathing, Lin Dong's whole body was cold, and a crazy sense of crisis almost overwhelmed him instantly.

Lin Dong glanced at Bai Wuji, a trace of imperceptible struggle flashed in his eyes, and finally looked at himself with Jian Haijia, gritted his teeth hard, and shouted in a cold voice: "Pro! ”

In an instant, his body faded in the air, penetrated by countless sword shadows, and was torn to pieces, while he himself, like a dream, spanned dozens of meters, and appeared directly in front of him, inside the galloping dragon's eyes, a sharp sword shot out from the dragon's pupils, stabbing towards Leng Jiansheng inch by inch.

Leng Jiansheng couldn't have imagined that Lin Dong could be so unbelievably similar to teleportation, so in an instant, life and death turned around, and the offensive and defensive forces changed.

But in the flash of light, Leng Jiansheng had no time to retreat, and a trace of golden, seemingly slow, but in fact as fast as lightning, a sharp aura struck quickly.

His eyebrows trembled, and he felt that his forehead was torn apart, and Leng Jian didn't have time to think about it, so he raised his sword and raised it in front of him.

"Sword!"

There is only one word, and the voice is very soft and indifferent.

But in the air, it seemed to be imprisoned at that moment, and the countless disciples below were shocked to find that their bodies seemed to be unable to move at this moment, and there was a mysterious aura enveloping their bodies, to be exact, shrouded in their own swords.

The summoning, that is one, comes from the emperor of the sword, the messenger of the sword.

Buzz!

Countless trembling sounds, countless swords, no longer under the control of their original owners, unsheathed one after another, and almost instantly, they crossed the space and appeared in the air, as if countless waves rose from the ground and stabbed into the sky.

Leng Jiansheng is worthy of being born with a sword heart, just one word, you can protect yourself with ten thousand swords.

Li Muzhi, Du Yu, and Li Zong looked at the empty scabbard with ugly faces, and the three of them crushed the scabbard in their hands almost at the same time.

In the sky, Leng Jian was born without scruples, what kind of shock and humiliation his hand brought to others, all his minds were now on Lin Dong in front of him.

It was a straight and sharp golden spike, I don't know how long, it shone with a refreshing cold glow, less than three inches from the center of Leng Jiansheng's eyebrows.

Countless silver-white swords, long or short, wide or narrow, or divine soldiers, or mortal iron, are all heartfelt protectors, and moths are connected into a sword net like a fire, and go from the ground to the dragon net in the air.

Snort!

The dragon scales shattered piece by piece, and the swords also shattered into slag one by one, mixed together in the air, and the golden light mixed with white, and fewer and fewer swords, and more and more narrow dragons.

The sword is shattering!

The dragon is dying!

It seems that this is the result, however, Lin Dong's sword will eventually fall to Leng Jiansheng's eyebrows.

Bai Wuji stood up suddenly, there was a sudden shock in the air, a breath of vigor, suddenly erupted, his fingers and swords, his toes were slightly raised, and he was just about to move, when a killing intent suddenly came from behind him, which made his vest cold, and then he was shocked in his heart, and the movements under his feet stiffened instantly.

"Sword shattered!"

At this moment, Leng Jiansheng opened his mouth, almost indifferently spit out two words from his mouth, and between his eyebrows, a sword shadow flashed and shot out of his eyes.

The white shadow of the sword, very short, only as small as a fingernail.

However, Lin Dong's expression changed greatly, he felt that the sword in his hand was crumbling, and when it touched the sword in the heart of Leng Jiansheng's eyebrows, starting from the tip of the sword, it turned into nothingness inch by inch, and was annihilated in the air.

Not only the sword in his hand, but also the countless remaining swords in the sky were shattered inch by inch and turned into nothingness, and then the sword the size of a fingernail was like a whale swallowing water, and it suddenly swelled into a thousand meters long, and in an instant, it pierced into Lin Dong's eyebrows, piercing the entire dragon and nailing it to the sky.

Lin Dong's expression froze, his golden vertical pupils extinguished, and the dragon festered into golden light and dissipated in the air, revealing Lin Dong's suspended corpse inside, as well as a sword that was thousands of meters long, but as thin as a hair, and traversed the middle of his skull.

Leng Jiansheng, his face flushed, he spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly, the sword wire in front of him disappeared, and a sword shadow in his left eye disappeared along with it, only a sword shadow in his right eye remained.

Losing Tuofu, Lin Dong's corpse fell from the sky and fell to the earth with everyone's sight.

Lin Dong is dead!

A dragon's groan came from the sky!