The dragon scales in front of Ao Vortex emitted a vast and powerful force, forming a thousand miles of waves, like the water that overturned the North Sea, turning into a fatal blow and killing Fang Yun.

Lei Wu is even more full to urge the power of the Jun Observatory, the power of the sky and the power of the king into his power, and his ancient sword monarchy exudes the majestic imperial momentum of the king of a country, divided into counties and counties, Dingzhou Mansion, as if he can unload anyone into eight pieces.

Two powerful forces killed Fang Yun, Peng Zhaozhao's ancient sword disaster directly took the sword of Lei Wu, and the real name power of the ancient sword of the disaster appeared in the first calamity, "Fierce Short Fold".

The underage died a murderer, less than twenty died and died, and the unmarried died was broken, the three death forces were combined into one, and they met with the power of the Jun Observatory in an instant, but no matter how strong Peng Zhaozhao was, he was also a Hanlin, and no matter how weak Lei Wu was, he was also a scholar, and the power of the Jun Observatory defeated the true name of the ancient sword disaster after an instant, but his own strength was also weakened by nearly half.

After that, there was a strange scene, the armless Hanlin Peng's ancient sword disaster turned into three, and the speed skyrocketed, and after avoiding Lei Wu's ancient sword monarchy, he hit thirty consecutive blows, and each blow of the tip of the sword was on the side of the ancient sword monarch.

After an instant, the Ancient Sword Monarch let out a mournful voice and was forced to retreat.

With his strong skills and sword control ability, Peng Xiangzhao, the first sword of Hanlin, defeated the university Shi Lei Wu in the tongue and sword duel.

Subsequently, Ao Huang and Zhang Poyue joined forces and barely blocked the attack of the Dragon King Ao Vortex.

"With Ben Long here, you can't move Fang Yun at all!" Ao Huang shouted.

Suddenly, a black torrent appeared in front of him, condensing into a giant axe that seemed to be able to split the sky and the sea, and the axe light soared into the sky, slashing directly at Fang Yun, and instantly came to the top of Fang Yun's head.

"Demon barbarian combined attack!And it's the guidance of the ancestral god clan!" Cai He shouted.

The reason why the demon barbarian was able to defeat the ancient demon was that the combined attack technique was extremely effective, and the combined attack technique drawn by the ancestral god clan was even more powerful, and it could be transformed into the shape of various divine objects.

But at the moment when the giant axe was close, the dark yellow dragon transformed by the Son of Heaven's war poem was completely formed.

This dragon is similar in appearance to a normal dragon. But the strange thing is that its eyes have no eyeballs at all, but a void that is constantly breaking and recovering, as if nothing in heaven and earth can exist in its eyes.

The dragon looked up at the giant axe, and saw that the giant axe exploded into countless fragments, turning into a bitter wind, blowing only a corner of Fang Yun's clothes.

Now, not only Ao Huang, but even the dragon king Ao Vortex and the two-headed dragon marquis also recognized this dragon.

"Destroy the Yellow Dragon!" Ao Vortex's voice trembled.

"Hmph!" a voice sounded as if it came from ancient times, "This poem of the Son of Heaven kills the sky." But the emperor's spirit is insufficient, the literary style is mediocre, and he is not worthy of becoming a soul!"

An invisible force descended, carrying the power of the Holy Dao, proclaiming the decree on behalf of the heavens, like the power of heaven, like the king's order, and fell on the ruined Yellow Dragon.

"Whew......" The small destruction Huang Long, who was only a foot long, screamed miserably, and the scales of his whole body exploded. Yellow blood flowed out and fell on the city wall.

The words of the Dragon Sage of the West Sea broke the way to destroy the little yellow dragon!

All the human races were stunned, the West Sea Dragon Saint actually did it himself!

Anyone who reads knows that what the Dragon Saint of the West Sea said is right. This poem is difficult to directly ascend the dragon due to the lack of imperial energy, and the literary style is mediocre so it cannot be passed on, Fang Yun obviously realized it in advance, so he wrote it with the blood of Ao Huang Zhenlong. But no matter what, the dignified West Sea Dragon Saint actually took it upon himself to suppress Fang Yun with the position of the Dragon Saint. Blocking the dragon, this is a bit too much, it is equivalent to a king of a country bullying a commoner.

Fang Yun raised his eyebrows angrily, looked at the white shadow in the distance, and said with a spring thunder: "Dragon Saint Ao Ming, it is not possible to forcibly seize his own things, collude with demons and barbarians, kill the False Saint of the Clan, ally of the Dragon Clan, and kill the soul of the Dragon Clan with his own selfish desires, and his crime should be punished! When he becomes holy, he will take revenge!"

"Ben Sheng is waiting for you!" The huge white phantom in the distance slowly turned back, as if it no longer cared about Fang Yun and Ning'an City.

Dragon King Ao Vortex laughed and said: "His Majesty the Dragon Saint of the West Sea will personally destroy the Yellow Dragon's weakened longevity and depleted dragon blood, and he will definitely die. ”

Ao Huang opened his mouth and scolded: "Ao Luo, you old turtle demon and old king! Destroy the Yellow Dragon is a legendary dragon, my dragon clan has never appeared, this time it finally appeared, and it was destroyed by you! Are you worthy of the dragon clan? Are you worthy of the ancestral dragon? The ancestral dragon left you the holy tooth, it is simply blind to the dragon's eyes! Old thing, you wait, wait for Lao Tzu to be canonized, and be the first to go to the West Sea Dragon Palace to fight with you for the dragon seat of the town palace! If you dare to move the opponent again, Lao Tzu will force my dragon saint grandfather to go to the West Sea Dragon Palace to settle accounts with you and seal your West Sea Dragon Palace for three thousand years!"

The little yellow dragon was covered in blood, and he screamed a few times at the West Sea Dragon Saint in the distance, and his voice was like a baby, which made the people nearby extremely distressed.

If you can't turn into a dragon or become a dragon soul, the dragon formed by the imperial poem will slowly dissipate between heaven and earth, waiting for the next similar imperial poem to condense. There were many imperial poems that formed dragon shadows, but in the end they failed when they turned into dragons.

The demons in the distance are once again ready to attack.

I saw an elephant demon marquis of the ancestral god clan laughing wildly, and said, "Kill the Void Saint Fang Transporter, the Demon Clan's Elephant Clan!"

Fang Yun looked at the aggrieved and angry Xiao Huanglong, and then looked up at the front, his eyes were full of murderous intent, as if there was a sword and sword shadow.

"I said that if you can turn into a dragon, you can turn into a dragon! The demon barbarian can't stop it, the dragon king can't stop it, and the dragon saint can't stop it either! Since some people say that "Fu Ju" has more than enough killings and insufficient literary talent, then add an imperial poem with sufficient literary brilliance to help you turn into a dragon!" Fang Yun's voice was more cold than the cold wind and more majestic than the mountains.

A holy page appeared, and Fang Yun once again took out a drop of holy blood and wrote words.

Picking mulberries, Chongyang.

Life is easy to grow old and difficult to grow old, the years are chongyang, and now they are chongyang, and the battlefield yellow flowers are extraordinarily fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring, better than spring, and the frost is thousands of miles away.

The word was formed, and a yellow dragon shadow swam in the holy page, and the little yellow dragon screamed in surprise, burrowed into the holy page, and became one with the dragon shadow inside.

This word is not a war word, and it cannot become a war word of the Son of Heaven, but the first sentence directly refers to the limit of heaven, and a majestic breath suppresses the eight directions, and the subsequent "battlefield yellow flowers are extraordinarily fragrant" makes this word a big change, with the feelings of the word person, and the pride of the warrior, so that the chrysanthemums between heaven and earth are dyed with a different kind of magnificence.

"The first half of this word is not murderous, but it is written on the battlefield, as the second half says, it is not like killing, it is better than killing, it is like a boundless battlefield carrying the Yellow Dragon of Destruction! No wonder this poem can be fused with the Yellow Dragon of Destruction!" Zhang Poyue exclaimed.

"The autumn wind is strong, the frost is thousands of miles, the yellow flowers are extraordinarily fragrant, there is no murder, no killing, but the imperial spirit implied in it is more than ten points better than "Fu Ju"!"

"Fang Yun's opportunity has changed, the first in eternity!"

""Fu Ju" is full of killing, but it can only destroy one place, and "Chongyang" is proud and world-beating, and it can be surpassed by ten thousand dynasties!

"The first poem of eternity, the combination of the dragon was born!" Ao Huang was overjoyed.

"If you only talk about intention, momentum and heroism, this word can be called the first word of Chongyang!"

Cai He immediately held the official seal and took a photo of the psalm.

"Sure enough, the talent is four feet six inches, and the word becomes a town!"

"Whew......".

(To be continued......)