82_82410 After a long time, the majestic fog dispersed.

The rain is still dripping, and it still doesn't stop. In the lush ancient forest, a huge palm print with a diameter of nearly 1,000 zhang appeared, and the surrounding ancient trees fell sideways and broke. The earth was deeply sunken, the earth and stones rolled into cliffs, and the deepest part of the palm print was a golden liquid as thick as lava.

In the distance, Ye Qingcheng stood in the air with his sword, overlooking the ground below, he suffered from the shock of the Thousand Transformation Palm, but he was also frightened by the power of his Thousand Transformation Palm.

"Bang!!" In the southern part of the forest, the cyan shark shadow flying in the sky almost disappeared. However, of the eighty-one Dark Tiger Sword Puppets, only ten were lost, and the rest were still fiercely wielding their giant swords, attacking Mei Hongxue brutally.

Surrounded by groups, Mei Hongxue was chased and fled. As a result, when a terrifying giant palm fell to the north and hit the golden dragon like an earthworm, his faith instantly collapsed.

A ferocious sword shadow pierced, and a dark tiger sword puppet dozens of feet tall instantly shattered into a cloud of flying rubble. Mei Hongxue tried her best and flew towards the north.

However, the scene in front of him made his body tremble violently, his steps staggered, and his pupils dilated!

Inside the huge palm print, it condensed into a pool of viscous golden dragon blood. A small golden dragon, only arm-thick and a foot long, floated on the golden blood in a wolf manner, and its body trembled in pain.

On Mei Hongxue's body, there were a few blood marks, but he was not willing to use the eight primeval ape cores on his chest. However, when his own alliance beast on the other side suffered this fatal injury, he resolutely dug out two of them, and used a large amount of water spirit power to melt these two dark cyan eyeball-like beast cores into viscous spirit liquid, which dripped onto the little golden dragon's head.

As the extremely healing beast core spirit liquid was integrated into the little golden dragon's body, its breath increased rapidly, and the scars on its body also healed quickly. However, although the little golden dragon's injuries have healed, its body shape has not become larger, it still has a thick arm and a zhang long, and its strength is only about the third order, which is the lowest realm for the Heavenly Demon.

"Qianhua Palm!" Mei Hong Xuesen said coldly.

The power of the Thousand Transformation Palm reversed the golden dragon's body, making it change from a sixth-order emperor-level golden dragon back to the most primitive stage at once. If Ye Qingcheng's palm power is a little more quintessential, it is estimated that it can be directly beaten into a dragon egg. Although the primeval ape core is extremely healing, it cannot return the golden dragon to its previous state, and from now on, if it wants to pick up cultivation, it will have to cultivate from scratch.

Then, Mei Hongxue dug out an ancient ape core from her chest and wanted to try it again. However, the little golden dragon swimming in the golden blood flicked its tail and wrapped its arms around him, stopping him. It looked at him with a steadfast gaze, and no matter who he betrayed or what he did that violated morality, it could not change its loyalty and trust.

It shook its head and turned its head to look at the position of the Eastern Celestial Dome. Ye Qingcheng hung there, and did not take the opportunity to attack, and at the same time, he also controlled all the Dark Tiger Sword Puppets and did not let them kill them. Although his condition was also very bad, he gave Mei Hongxue time to heal the alliance beast.

Mei Hongxue hesitated, silently stuffed the primeval ape core in her hand into her mouth, and swallowed it slowly. After a while, the blood marks on his body quickly healed under the healing of the wood spirit.

Then, he made a move that shocked everyone. He reached out and untied the primeval ape armor from his body, throwing it away along with the remaining five. He had a strong, standard physique, which was revealed, and his body was covered with numerous scars, especially the plum blossom-shaped slave mark on his chest, which was particularly conspicuous.

Mei Hongxue gave up her advantage. With this kind of beast core with extremely healing power, he couldn't feel the awe of death, and his life potential was far less exciting than Ye Qingcheng, and the sword realm was even more unbearable. Only a person who has nothing can burst out with the strongest power! The sword in his hand can unleash the most terrifying power!

Like Ye Qingcheng, he must put himself in the position of fighting against the odds!

"Whew!" a sturdy figure flew into the air.

Ye Qingcheng and Mei Hongxue are ten zhang apart, hanging in the air.

"In the previous sword, you were stronger than me, not because I didn't have deep swordsmanship. Mei Hongxue said coldly and arrogantly: "It's that you are in the realm of forgetfulness, now, I want you to see the true power of my sword!"

At this moment, Ye Qingcheng found that Mei Hongxue's eyes had changed, and his momentum had become even more domineering! It seemed that he had also forgotten about it, he was not coveting any dragon seal, he was not concerned about anyone, and he even forgot about his own safety, he had only one purpose: to let the opponent fall under his sword!

"Will you be able to make the last move of the Nine Swords of the Star River?" Mei Hongxue asked in a deep voice.

"Yes. Ye Qingcheng said: "But I don't have the Star Essence Sword, and I can't release the power of that move." ”

In other words, Ye Qingcheng's strongest swordsmanship at the moment is the eighth form of the Nine Swords of the Galaxy - the Dark Tiger Sword Puppet.

"Then use your Qianhua Palm to block it!" Mei Hongxue gently shook the Demon Sword. Suddenly, a layer of mysterious aura swept between heaven and earth, as if the entire world shrouded in clouds came to life, and the water spirit that filled the air became extremely restless.

In the north, the location of the thousand-mile giant cave, Liu Beishui, Yu Chiyan, and the fire are suspended in the air.

"This-" A drop of pitch-black ink fell into Yu Chiyan's palm, and under his shocked gaze, it faintly turned into a wisp of black vapor, and then dissipated into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, the rain that fell from the sky turned into a pitch-black ink rain, falling non-stop.

The world suddenly became strange! The rain of ink in the sky was unseen and unheard! The sky was dark again, as if evening had fallen.

"The last move of the Ancient Seven Swords-Rain Soul, what a terrifying sword intent!" Liu Beishui said in horror: "Big brother is in danger, the power of this move is unimaginable!"

Regarding the first emperor of the ages, Yongmen Gushou, the legend of his fame, Liu Beishui had heard about it a long time ago.

More than 500 years ago, Yongmen Gushou competed with the rest of the princes for the throne, and in the end, he used this sword - Rain Soul. Once released this time, the entire Yongmen Imperial Capital will have a majestic black rain, which will frighten everyone in the city, and the princes who will compete for the throne will be even more frightened to the point that they have no intention of fighting. And the ancient guard of Yongmen, who also became famous because of that sword, cast a legend of ink rain.

When Mei Hongxue put on the life-saving armor, his sword realm returned.

An opponent who has no way out is the most terrible, and a fanatic who loses a qiē is the most dangerous.

On the contrary, Ye Qingcheng's situation is getting worse and worse. He didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and flew backwards sharply. At the same time, the seventy Dark Tiger Sword Puppets standing in the forest below, like giants, suddenly raised their swords and flew up, rushing towards Mei Hongxue.

"Hum!!" Mei Hongxue immediately turned around and swung her sword, and a huge half-moon-shaped sword shadow slashed out in an instant