At this moment, the Kusanagi dragon was furious.

"The whip just now was to let the scattered cultivators see more clearly, so I retained a little bit of strength to deal with the Di Qingling of the first order of the Heavenly Xuan Realm. ”

"Since you are killing yourself, then Lao Tzu will fulfill you!" Kusanagi Ryu still cared about his face at the moment, and his killing intent soared, and he shouted hysterically.

At the end of rolling on the ground, he waved his whip and "snapped" towards the snow on the ground and whipped it hard.

The dragon whip instantly escaped under the snow, and became excited.

The infinitely extended dragon whip, under the snow, vigorously flicked its tail, like a prehistoric python, sweeping the snow all over the ground, splashing and bursting up, like a rain of bullets, making people unable to open their eyes.

"Die!" the Kusanagi dragon shouted hysterically, and even this sound wave carried a strong impact. Compared to the dragon whip that swept away, it was not much better.

Under the double impact of sound waves and dragon whips, the snow surged like an avalanche.

The scattered cultivators who came to observe changed their complexions greatly, and they retreated one after another brandishing their weapons, and the sword light and sword shadows flickered, forming a barrier of sword intent \ sword intent in front of them.

At this moment, they felt a little frightened, and some regretted the impulse just now.

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The martial soul is a spiritual existence, and at this moment, he is in a hurry, and he doesn't care about the scattered cultivation who came to observe.

The Kusanagi Dragon and Xiao Zheng were more than 20 meters apart, and there were a few big trees and a few stones in the middle, all of which were broken or broken like porcelain under the wild sweep of the dragon whip martial spirit.

The scattered cultivators who came to observe did their best, but at this moment, they were more panicked.

After all, Kusanagi Dragon is the eighth genius entry disciple, and his strength is beyond doubt, if he loses his mind, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Moreover, the people who these casual cultivators compare with themselves are mainly Xiao Zheng, because in their eyes, Xiao Zheng is just an ordinary new disciple, closer to his own strength, so he is the best candidate to be compared.

As for Kusanagi Dragon, he was still regarded by them as a genius that was even more difficult to surpass, and even if he suffered a heavy blow just now, in the eyes of these casual cultivators, it was still an accident.

At this moment, they were all behind Xiao Zheng, and when the dragon whip martial soul swept in, they retreated one after another, panicking.

The splashing snow, like an avalanche erupting, like a mountain torrent, caught people off guard.

At this moment, Xiao Zheng was completely overwhelmed by the blizzard, and the dragon whip martial spirit was in his ears, like a thunderbolt of lightning, cutting and splitting, and the sound was loud.

At the end of the round, the Dragon Whip Martial Spirit retracted.

In front of the Kusanagi Dragon, there was only a large pile of snow left, like a human face, which was scratched beyond recognition, and the imprints were criss-crossed, and it was difficult to find a good place.

Kusanagi Dragon grabbed the Dragon Whip Martial Spirit, looked at the snowdrift that had been scratched beyond recognition, the corners of his mouth lifted, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha, hahahaha, you finally know the end of going against the Ten Genius Beginner Disciples!"

However, halfway through the conversation, a sudden change occurred.

A thunderous sound sent out a grand sword that exploded from under the snowdrift, ending everything in an instant.

Kusanagi's dragon eyes shrank suddenly, and he let out a terrified scream.

In a flash of sideways, his entire right arm was slashed off shoulder-high, and he rolled violently in pain, and then he was entangled by the dragon whip martial spirit, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared under a canopy a hundred meters away.

Kusanagi Ryu clutched his stump arm, using the big trees as a cover, desperate to flee for his life.

However, as soon as he escaped seven or eight hundred meters, he bumped into a familiar figure in a clearing in the primeval dense forest.

"Di Qinglong!" Kusanagi Dragon's face changed, and he was shocked, glaring at the other party.

"Kusanagi Dragon, you cut off one of my second brother's arms, telling me to be as such, what, forbearance, and patience!" Di Qinglong gritted his teeth, suppressed his voice, and shouted hysterically as he approached step by step.

Behind it, five yellow-green rays of light flowed. In his hand, he grasped a turquoise flute, and in the rows of holes that spit out the notes, clusters of blazing flames, large and small, rapid and slow, like anger.

The Kusanagi dragon's face turned pale, and he stepped back, suddenly turning and running away.

"I want to go!" Di Qinglong's eyes sharpened, and the flute in his hand flew out......