"Watch out for this guy's breath. She said to the people around her.

The breath that can cause damage to the top grade black weapons, even if there is a protective magic weapon on the body, it still can't be eaten by being spit head-on.

Yan Xing didn't plan to continue fighting, with his current strength, it was still not wise to fight five with one.

"Made, when I get stronger, I'll come back and knock you down one by one. He cursed in his heart, and was about to slip away when he saw a man with a few pieces of paper in his hand.

It can't be a charm, right?!

Yan Xing was shocked, he had seen the introduction of talismans in the book, and in a nutshell, a talisman was an instantaneous spell, which was easy to use and very powerful.

But the number of spells in the other party's hand seems to be a bit excessive!

I saw that after the man briefly chanted the spell and pinched the seal, the runes on the rune paper in his hand seemed to come to life, they floated in the air from the rune paper, and the red characters were distorted and deformed.

Nearly ten talismans have derived hundreds of runes, and the spiritual power around them has almost been absorbed, and those runes have become more vivid, each of which contains a strange power, which makes Yan Xing feel uneasy.

A strong wind blew, Yan Xing disappeared in place, and the young man who kept spitting out the spell in his mouth also noticed that something was wrong, and sped up his speed, his hands continued to draw phantoms in the air as if by magic, and the incantation in his mouth became more and more urgent.

In the next second, Yan Xing, who was performing his technique, appeared behind him as if out of thin air, and the sharp dragon claws grabbed straight at his head, this grasp was merciless, as if the sharp claw fingers would pierce the bones in the next moment, bringing out a mixture of red and white liquid.

"Hide!" A few people from the Glass Sword Sect felt a chill in their hearts, and shouted at that person, everyone knew that if they were caught, there was only one way to die.

At the moment when Yan Xing was about to smash his head, he leaned forward and protected the vital parts, but three deep blood cuts were scratched on his back.

"Boom!"

Hearing him scream in pain, he threw the rune paper in his hand behind him without looking back, and then, the dense runes in the air condensed into dozens of five-colored flames the size of a water man's head, and the dazzling divine light illuminated the dusk sky, and the scorching breath was even more terrifying than Long Yan.

Rumble!

The five-colored flames are bright and beautiful, but this beauty is very deadly, and the flames are overwhelming, like the number of heavenly calamities descending, making people unable to hide.

Yan Xing was shocked, and immediately cast his body technique to turn into a cloud of mist, his body seemed to be real and virtual, as if he was in another space, and the fireball passed directly through him, as if it couldn't touch him.

Wow.

When the flames and smoke dissipated, Yan Xing appeared, and at this time, his whole body was almost blackened, and many of the original snow-white dragon scales were carbonized and broken, and even flesh and blood were scorched, which was extremely miserable.

No matter how clever his body is, in the face of an attack without gaps, he can only eat hard, and such a dense fireball at close range cannot be dodged at all.

Although the injuries were severe, they didn't actually hurt Yan Xing's roots, but the broken dragon scales would make it more difficult for them to resist their flying swords.

Yan Xing raised his head and looked coldly at the spellcaster, his whole body was covered with a layer of golden light, like a turtle shell, protected from the flames, and more five-colored flames flew towards him in the air.

This was the first time he had been injured since he left the Dragon Domain, and feeling the pain all over his body, Yan Xing felt murderous intent.

"Die!"

With Yan Xing's roar, a strange purple mist suddenly rose beside him, it was the vision brought about by the cultivation of Drifting Cloud Record, this vision seemed to have an inexplicable power, and it was vaguely possible to see what was condensed in it, those things were like stars holding the moon to put Yan Xing in the center, simple and mysterious.

At this time, the true element in Yan Xing's body was like a great river of purple qi washing through the meridians, and the mysterious divine pattern on the Dan shell, like a divine iron chain, lit up with a faint light, vibrating at a wonderful frequency.

Then, the two "essences" in the body were like two lit lights, illuminating the flesh and blood meridians of the dragon-shaped treasure body, and the majestic vitality gushed out from the 'essence', blending into the blood and flowing all over the body, and the carbonized scales on the surface of the body cracked, revealing the bright golden-red flesh below, and Yan Xing's body was recovering at a terrifying speed.

The unprecedented power suddenly filled the whole body, the pure true yuan filled every cell in the body, the red golden eyes were stained with a trace of purple, Yan Xing felt as if he had broken through several realms, this powerful feeling was something he had never felt!

"Die!"

Yan Xing turned into a wind blade, and regardless of his injuries, he smashed the oncoming flames apart and killed straight towards the young man who cast the spell.

"Binding the Demon Rope!" A crisp female voice sounded behind her, and a magic weapon shaped like an iron rope was drawn from below, the blue glimmer on the surface was enough to show its extraordinary, and the sound of metal colliding was endless.

"Hmph, I still want to trap Ben Long. Yan Xing groaned as a dragon, and he had the courage to move forward.

Just like the name of the Demon Rope, this magic weapon has a special function, as long as it is within its length, it can track demon beasts, and it is a sharp weapon used by many modifications to deal with demon clans.

But at this time, it was extremely powerless, in the face of Yan Xing's unpredictable figure, although it could barely follow behind, it was difficult to reach Yan Xing in the slightest.

After Yan Xing dodged, he turned around and took another breath of dragon's breath, but because of the experience of the past, the woman controlled it properly, and the demon rope was recovered in time without being damaged.

At this time, Yan Xing was facing a large group of people, the demon binding rope had just been repulsed, and a full three black weapon-level flying swords roared over, each of them was like a glass of glass, and the emerald sword reflected a breathtaking cold light, and the surrounding temperature seemed to drop by several degrees as a result.

The three powerful flying swords came in an instant, one of them directly took Yan Xing's head, and the other two slashed diagonally from his side, trying to sharpen his wings.

Yan Xing roared angrily, and he didn't know when a simple long sword appeared in his claws!

Ding! Ding!

The young dragon used his body to the extreme, he was like a disembodied cloud, even the long sword in his claws disappeared into nothingness with him, no one could see his figure clearly, only the piercing sound of metal clashes in the air was constantly heard.

"How fast are you, in the face of this sword, even a dragon has to lie on my stomach!" a man with an imperial sword sneered, and the imperial sword technique allowed them to perform some of their swordsmanship without hand-to-hand combat.

Each flying sword is like being held in someone's hand, dancing like the wind, and the sword light is sometimes like flowing water, pervasive, making Yan Xing feel trapped in the cage of water, and inadvertently there is an extra wound on his body, and sometimes it is like heavy rain, and the blade is slashing wildly, so that he has to defend with all his strength.

It didn't take long for Yan Xing to have more than a dozen wounds on his body, and if it weren't for his meticulous body technique, he would have been seriously injured by the chaotic sword.

"This young dragon is weird, he can fight us for so long with a magic weapon, how many true yuan does he have. Seeing that Yan Xing had not been defeated, several people were shocked, not to mention Yan Xing, even their true yuan was about to be exhausted.

"Break it for me!" a dragon groan came from the sky.

With the sound of metal wailing and shattering, six short swords fell from the sky.

Yan Xing stood in the air like a bloody god of war, extremely bright purple light, his whole body was shrouded in a strange purple light mist, as if he was wearing a layer of purple armor, extremely dazzling, as if the purple divine fire was burning.

A pair of dragon eyes were full of strong battle intent, and the simple long sword in the claws swallowed thousands of feet of cold light, which was very imposing, just like a god coming to the world.

The magic weapon was directly cut off, and several people were suddenly traumatized, their faces turned pale, and it was distressing to lose the magic weapon, but they felt deeply shocked at this time.

"How is it possible, he actually cut off three top-grade black weapons!"

"Wait, he's actually holding Senior Brother's sword!" Someone recognized the sword Yan Xing was holding and exclaimed.

Yan Xing doesn't care so much, the other party deceives people too much, even if he wants to calm people, but the arrogance in his bones does not allow it, at this moment he has become a mortal enemy with the Glass Sword Sect, all he wants to do is kill these humans in front of him who offend him.

However, Fang Cai Yan Xing was able to break through the siege by urging the white weapon in his claws, and that sword also sucked away eighty percent of his true yuan, although Piaoyunlu was very domineering, and the essence in his body was constantly spurting with power, but it was impossible to recover immediately.

The people of the Glass Sword Sect were not in a good state, except for one person who was seriously injured by Yan Xing's sneak attack, and three people were injured and lost their combat effectiveness, damaging a bunch of magic weapons, at this time, only the Mai Kun stage woman was left to fight with Yan Xing.

They didn't expect this dragon to be so difficult at all, and none of the five people took him down, no wonder they all said that the dragon clan was the darling of the Great Dao, and they were basically invincible at the same level.

"Senior Sister, Senior Brother's sword has been taken away from him, kill him to avenge Senior Brother!" one of them roared angrily, as if he had a bitter enmity with Yan Xing.

"Okay!" The woman was not pretentious, even in the face of Yan Xing, who was holding a white weapon, she did not show weakness, and the demon rope was like a flying spirit snake that wanted to entangle Yan Xing again.

Yan Xing's face turned ugly, and while dodging, he tried to keep getting close to the woman, but he was forced back every time.

The man and the dragon who were fighting suddenly felt a chill down their backs, and the feeling of impending disaster was like a black mountain pressing down from the top of their heads, the air around them was suppressed, and the temperature seemed to have reached the freezing point, and the cold pierced the soul through the flesh and blood.

It's like being targeted by a prehistoric monster.

They looked at a place where a large pit had been carved out by the battle of several people, but at the bottom of the pit there was a crack, and the wind gusted out of it, and the sound of the wind made everyone's hearts furry like a terrible ghost's wail.

The crack opened wider and wider, and everyone remained motionless as if they had been immobilized.

Finally, something appeared in the cracks.

Hiss...

Yan Xing gasped, the scales all over his body seemed to stand up, and the moment he saw that thing, his intuition seemed to explode, and he frantically let him know two words, danger!

It was a humanoid thing.

It was a corpse wrapped in a shroud, a headless corpse.

The shroud was white and red, red and black, and there was a bowl-sized blood clot on his neck.

The corpse was obviously lying there, but Yan Xing felt as if it would sit up.

The wind is raging under the cracks.