The torrential rain poured down. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the south of Yuezhou, in the depths of Cishan Mountain, there is a grass house, standing in the midst of the storm.

A little girl who looked like she was no more than seven or eight years old was struggling to close the gate of the grass hut and shut the wind and rain out of the gate.

This grass house is built near the river, covers a vast area, in the center of the grass house, stands a huge stove, the vigorous fire is day and night, the red stove fire exudes a scorching fire, ordinary people have not yet approached ten zhang, they will feel the heat wave * pressing, unbearable.

The torrential rain poured down, but under the red-hot heat of the furnace, the rain was evaporated into a white steam by the heat wave before it fell.

The rain was pouring down, and the fire was blazing.

This time and again, under the intersection of cold and heat, the entire grass house was shrouded in a layer of white water vapor, looking like a cloud and mountain fog, as if it was independent of this wind and rain.

"Daddy, Daddy, I've closed the door!"

The girl with the horn and the girl closed the door, and as she ran into the grasshouse, she cried out, "Daddy, the wind is so strong, the rain is so strong, I see that the water is about to rise to the door!" ”

In the grass house, next to the huge stove, a middle-aged man with a shirtless body, a sturdy body, scorched yellow hair, and a bronz-like chest was looking up at the sky, sighing slightly: "Water and fire are ruthless, how difficult the people's livelihood is!" ”

"Master, this storm came too suddenly, it doesn't look like it was born out of nature."

Next to the shirtless man, a young man who was slightly older than the little girl and looked old and calm, also held a huge sword box, and said in a deep voice: "Isn't there any dragon to do?" ”

"When the dragon comes out, there will be wind and rain, and the water will be three thousand miles!"

The shirtless middle-aged man looked up at the sky for a while, sighed, and said: "I am close to the wilderness in Yuezhou, and there are many dragons hidden in the deep mountains and rivers. Since ancient times, I have suffered from this for a long time! It's a pity that although I have the ability to forge a sword, I don't have the skill of cutting Jiao, so I can only look at it and sigh, sad, sad! ”

The young man holding the sword couldn't help but clench his fists, with grief and indignation, his parents and relatives also died in the mighty flood set off by the birth of Jiaolong, if he hadn't been holding a driftwood, he happened to meet the master passing by, I am afraid that he would have already been buried in the belly of the fish, turtle, shrimp and crab.

Thinking of Yuezhou from ancient times to the present, I don't know how many people have suffered and been displaced due to the plague of Jiaolong, and I don't know how many teenagers have lost all their relatives and friends like him. Suddenly, a sense of grief and indignation lingered in his chest, and he couldn't help but swear by the sky: "The trouble of the dragon lies in its ability to fly, to stir up wind and rain, to have strong scales and armor, to the wind and thunder, and to be hurt by ordinary weapons." I swear today that I will search for the copper of the Red Mountain and the Ying of the Mountain, and forge a dragon slayer that can kill the dragon! ”

The aura of grief and indignation that lingered in the young cadre's chest immediately resonated with the sword box in his arms. The sword hidden in the box sounded without wind, buzzing and trembling, as if it was to cater to the young cadre, and it was happy and ready to come out.

At the same time, all the hidden swords in the entire sword house, whether they were hanging in the high hall with the top grade name 8 weapons, or the scrap remnants of the swords abandoned in the corners, whether they were killing weapons that had been opened and blooded, or unformed sword weapons that were being quenched and exercised, all the noble, lowly, opened, half-rolled, formed, and unformed swords suddenly resonated and trembled in unison, cheering.

The young general couldn't help but be stunned, and his heart was overjoyed, just when he thought that his sincerity was moving the heavens, and his oath was recognized by thousands of sword weapons, suddenly a clear voice came from the air.

"But, borrow a sword, cut a dragon, and return your wish!"

The next moment, a thousand swords were stirring, and ten thousand swords flew together.

The sword house has been forging swords and casting swords for thousands of years, living from generation to generation, sharpening swords and raising swords, and countless famous swords and remnants of swords were born here, and the accumulated sword qi and sword intent exploded!

Changhong is shocking, thousands of miles of frost!

The mountain dwelling in the grassland, in the pool of a thousand swords, thousands of sword remnants soared away, where the Changhong sword light passed, sharp as snow, cold as frost sword light cut open the sky, directly frozen through the mountains and rivers, turning thousands of miles of wind and rain into thousands of miles of flying frost.

Today's Changhong is under the city, and the city is cut off!

High in the sky, the dragon's long body continues to climb and spread, like a king entrenched in the sky, driving thousands of miles of wind and rain into thousands of troops and horses, driving purple lightning and thunder into swords, guns and swords, momentum like a rainbow, one after another towards the golden armor god will continue to impact.

The invisible spiritual pressure swept across the clouds, the black clouds pressed the city, the torrential rain was like a note, and the arrogant and majestic dragon power covered the earth, making all living beings involuntarily prostrate and hold their breath, suppressing fear to the extreme.

A thousand swords are brilliant, starting in the south!

The scales and armor are magnificent, and a thousand swords are like rainbows.

Suddenly, before Qiantang Longjun could react, thousands of sword weapons with brilliant sword light had already been killed in front of him.

The next moment, the blood rain was like a waterfall, and the scales and broken armor were flying all over the sky.

No collisions, no hand-to-hands, no turns, no hedges, not even time to dodge.

Thousands of sword lights rushed into the defensive circle of Qiantang Dragon Monarch like dexterous birds, ignoring the majestic aura that shrouded the dragon's body and the hundreds of millions of thunder that lingered and stirred.

The dragon scales that are stronger than the golden essence, the majestic and vast dragon qi, and the talisman thunder that can strangle all foreign objects, are all useless under these small flying swords.

Where the flying sword fell, the blood rain was like a waterfall, and the remnants of scales and broken armor flew all over the sky.

The dragon suddenly let out a long groan that hurt his heart, the chant of the heavenly dragon, the nine heavens of poverty, and the nine shadows of the bottom. ”

Look at the world, only me. The dragon roar that is domineering, penetrates the universe, shocks time and space, shocks matter, and shatters the void, but at this time, it reveals endless anger and sadness.

The mighty Heavenly Dragon Groan instantly shattered all the matter within a hundred miles of the dragon's body, but the thousands of sword weapons were not affected at all, but were like birds hunting for food, constantly circling up and down, and every time they rose and fell, they brought a large canopy of flesh and blood.

The sword light is differentiated, divided into ten, ten into hundred, and the flying sword flying all over the sky is no longer a dead thing without life, but a life that really has its own spiritual wisdom, fresh and vivid, smart and leisurely.

The hovering sword light is like a cluster of birds hunting for food, soaring and dancing, sometimes in time, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. Circling the terrifying dragon, flying freely, hunting freely, chirping and flying, fluttering, biting, pecking, and laughing freely, it is extremely easy to treat the mighty and terrifying dragon as a cutting board for wanton meat.

Tianlong groaned angrily, angrily counterattacked, ice blades and water swords, wind and rain thunder, countless means were used by him, but thousands of flying swords, like dexterous silver swallows, easily avoided his counterattack, easily pounced on his dragon body, between a drink and a peck, once again brought a large canopy of blood rain.

Despair! Despair! Despair!

In just a moment's effort, the real dragon that looks at the world, and the arrogant and majestic real dragon has become a meat on the chopping board that can be slaughtered. The dragon's body, nearly 10,000 feet long, fell from the sky like a dead snake, and the pouring rain was stained into a crimson river of blood by the dragon's blood flowing out like a flood.

Changhong slashed Jiao, and the blood waterfall passed through the sky.