At this time, more than a dozen fleshy whiskers suddenly pierced like a shower.

Ji Que flicked his left arm, and the Tai Chi fist roared and spun with the flying ancient sword, turning into a gossip pattern, and withstood the blow with a bang.

The masonry on the ground turned into powder in an instant, and rose like smoke, showing the force of the blow.

Ji Que didn't feel much pain, because Ning Hongyu was under him, giving him a great buffer.

And Ning Hongyu frowned slightly, wanting to push Ji Que out, but he couldn't do it for a while.

The gossip pattern composed of the sword body is condensed but not dispersed, like the strongest shield in the world, protecting the top of Ji Que's head.

The wood continued to press down, and more than a dozen fleshy whiskers smashed down, bringing out a rolling sound like thunder.

Almost at the same time, the poured pool of water had already fallen, rumbling like a galloping horse.

Everything around them became majestic at this moment, as if they were about to engulf everything, and Ji Que and Ning Hongyu were in it, becoming the only gap between them.

Or rather, a man and a woman are fighting against everything.

"Go to the top, help me top." Ji Que couldn't help but say.

Ning Hongyu said with a painful face: "Yes, but you have to move away first." ”

Ji Que moved, but soon said embarrassedly: "Sorry, it's stuck." ”

The next moment, he took a deep breath, moved his body, broke away from the towering bosom of the upper peak, and slid out.

At the same time, Ning Hongyu's red demon knife went up and merged with the gossip pattern.

From here, the demon sword and the group of swords are like a jack, resisting the terrifying attack of the wood.

The moment Ji Que slipped out, the Qianji Sword was already buzzing.

Qunjian responded at once.

Whether it was good, bad, dead, alive, not completely decayed, and decayed to the point of only the hilt of a sword, there was a humming sound at this time.

Like a desperate struggle and a cry of excitement?

"Come on!"

At this moment, Ji Que's true qi skyrocketed, and his hair was windless.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!

So, there was an extra river in the deep pool.

A river of swords.

The pool was broken, the waves were like snow, and the swords were surging straight towards the wood, and they collided with the whiskers.

Naturally, there were a lot of sword sacrifices along the way, after all, most of these swords were rotten and old.

Their blades shattered, shattered, and scattered like shards, quickly disappearing, but each sword seemed excited at this last moment, humming and disappearing.

It's like a person who has been humiliated and finally burns his life and finds his own dignity.

They have also been angry with their masters, and they are sharp; They also used to be cold and cold, and they drank bitterly.

They were trapped by the rotten wood, rotting, and the light was gone.

But they are swords, they are gentlemen among soldiers, even if they are old, they have their own dignity!

Ji Que felt the intent of these swords, and his eyebrows were already full of sword intent.

The surging Sword River is like a school of fish in the deep sea, revolving around Ji Que.

Ji Que leaned over.

The ancient sword hummed, and the decaying blade collided with these tough fleshy whiskers with an aura that was even more than ten million people.

They had been trapped in these things in agony, and now they had chosen the most decisive way to tie them up.

It's better to die proudly than to live like this rotten and be consumed by this!

The shattering of each sword was like a brilliant firework, and the tough flesh whiskers couldn't bear such a resolute sword intent, and they broke one after another.

The flesh and whiskers on the body of the "Three Emperors" were recycled at this time, overlapping and squirming together, as if there was an extra layer of terrifying armor.

Ji Que stood in place and looked up.

A group of swords roamed around him, cold and orderly, like the most solid barrier.

At this moment, the Senhime sword once again emitted a faint blue light, ready to move, and the same was true of those swords.

Because at this time, they also felt Ji Quan's heart.

Ji Que's intention is to make this thing in front of him disappear completely!

In the next moment, Ji Que rushed over first, and the group of swords rushed forward with a buzzing sound.

Senhan's sword river began to swing, turning from round to straight, like a dragon swinging its tail.

Those sword lights that flickered from time to time looked like bright dragon scales.

The old dragon hiding in the distance saw this scene, and his pupils were already dim.

This stegosaurus, enough to make it lose its color.

In the next moment, Ji Que lifted his sword upward, and the sword intent on his body suddenly rose from the ground, and the sword river under him also roared out, rushing towards the mass of wood of the "Three Emperors".

The sword flew into the sky, and that's it.

At the moment when he was close to the "Three Generations of Emperors", hundreds of ancient swords led by him suddenly burst into flames, illuminating the dark water color brightly.

Ji Que swung out his hand with a sword, this burning sword river was a sword, and the breath around him was also a sword!

He has a close connection with the Senhime Sword, and the Chihime Sword leads the group of swords.

At this moment, the entire space was a sword.

He has become a well-deserved sword overlord, and this ancient tomb has been completely taken over by the sword at this moment.

The roaring sword river took the lead in wrapping the body of the "three generations of emperors", rushing forward and falling.

Those fleshy whiskers that originally protected the huge body of the "Three Generations of Emperors" squirmed at this moment, and they wanted to glue them together again.

But the Burning Ancient Sword didn't give it such a chance.

Boom, like the sound of a waterfall falling and washing over a river.

This is a torrent of steel made of swords!

The flaming ancient sword slammed into the "wood", and then bloomed, turning into a sea of fire.

The pools were still around, but in an instant they turned into mist and dispersed in all directions.

In the midst of the sword fire, the fleshy whiskers were constantly shaking, curled up by the fire, and made a crackling sound.

Ji Que was in front of him, and the Qianji sword in his hand kept stabbing in.

The firelight illuminated his face, still full of sword energy.

After dozens of breaths, only a boom was heard, and the flesh and whiskers on the body of the entire "Three Generations of Emperors" collapsed and fell, revealing its true face.

Inside the wood, there is really a "person".

This person's face and body are covered with moss, like a damp old object, but a pair of eyes are shining, giving people a sense of majesty that they dare not look at directly.

However, Ji Que couldn't care about this, only to see that the other party showed his true face, especially a head, and his whole person was in good spirits.

Qianji Jian rushed forward with him, and had already come to the side of this "real body".

Immediately after, only a crisp sound was heard, and the emperor's head, who seemed to have not woken up yet, sank into his chest, and shook off countless mosses.

As soon as the face shape on the chest appeared, the "righteous attack" on Ji Que's hand was launched again.

With a snap, the head sank and fell into the belly position, and the navel was squeezed and cracked.

This "real body" has lost the protection of those fleshy whiskers on the outside, and it looks quite fragile.

With a bang, when its majestic head came out of its ass, Ji Que's hands were already emitting steaming white smoke, and his skin was almost scorched.

At the same time, the swords that had been inserted into the body before became more and more violent, tearing the body apart in an instant.

The flames of the burning swords spread, and these swords sublimated the piece of wood with their lives.

The turquoise pool water was poured out, and the charcoal slag suddenly turned into countless black debris and floated in the water.

At this moment, Ji Que even smelled a smell of grilled squid.

Ning Hongyu swam up and stood with Ji Que.

Ji Que shook his palm that was burned because of the righteous blow, and looked in a certain direction.

True Qi surrounded him, isolating him from the pouring water.

Ji Que walked through the pool, followed by a group of swords, like an elegant sword immortal.

This kind of elegance has become a great fear in the eyes of the seriously injured old dragon.

In all these years, this is the second human to make it so frightened.

It swayed in a broken form and decided to run away.

"Want to run?"

Ji Que and Ning Hongyu merged again in an instant, took Sen Han's sword light, and chased after them.

With a muffled bang, Ji Que and Ning Hongyu's bodies slammed into the old dragon's head.

Looking at the dense eyes that filled their heads, the two knew that this dragon would not be able to stay.

So Ji Que slipped his finger, and the Qianji Sword slammed down with the rest of the group of swords.

The old dragon was in pain, swung his body wildly, and flew up with a hiss.

On the edge of Yanglong Pond, Emperor Sheng Yu and King Liwang looked at the deep pool with serious expressions, and suddenly found that the water in the pool rippled with countless ripples, as if something was about to break out of the water.

"Won't it?"

As soon as the voice of the king of Li's questioning sounded, he heard a bang, and the pool of water exploded like a waterfall.

A dark dragon knocked over a corner of the palace and soared into the sky.

In the darkness of the night, no one could see a young man wearing only underpants and a beautiful woman in relatively complete clothes sticking together, and the swords in their hands were inserted into the dragon's head.

The old dragon's head also had hundreds of swords stuck in it, and as it flew into the sky like crazy, it shook off a little.

However, at this time, every time it struggled, it brought a thousand cuts of pain, so flying became its instinctive action.

At this time, the dragon's head had almost become two petals, the dragon's tail was broken, and the body was full of blood holes, and eyes were squeezed out of the blood holes, which looked terrifying and miserable.

Bang la la blah

The old dragon flying in the night sky sprinkled countless dragon blood like rain.

Some of the dragon blood that had been sprinkled had landed on the Qinglou girl's clothes, and it looked like some kind of strange oil, making them look even more seductive.

But with it came a foul smell, which made the girls scream, and the guests wilted.

The old dragon flew out of the capital, and its huge body like a city wall swayed discordantly, stirring the air around it like flowing water.

Some people noticed the movement in the sky, and of course the cultivators of all sizes in the city noticed the changes earlier.

With a bang, the dragon crashed into the watchtower on the city wall and continued to fly.

Ji Que knew that he couldn't let it fly like this anymore.

Seeing that he had reached the outskirts, the Qianji sword in his hand went deep and found a very thick dragon tendon.

Then the blade buzzed and changed again, turning into a huge black clip.

"Up!"

Roar!

The old dragon's dragon tendons were pulled up, and he couldn't help but let out a deafening scream.

The huge dragon's eye was already dim at this time, and it wanted to fall and die, but Ji Que gritted his teeth and grabbed its dragon tendons and lifted it up.

When Ji Que used to watch movies, he often saw the picture of the pilot lifting the joystick to save the day, and he was very handsome.

And now, it seems like he's doing the same thing.

At this time, the old dragon could no longer tell whether he was a flying dragon in the sky, or the terrible person above was flying with it.

Its blood was almost gone, and the dragon's tendons were half pulled out, floating around like ropes, and there was absolutely no possibility of survival.

The old dragon struggled, instinctively wanting to get rid of Ji Que's shackles, but now that it was at the end of its strong crossbow, where could it still have such strength.

After that, there was a rumbling sound on the outskirts of the city, like the sound of countless muffled thunder rolling across the ground, and many houses were shaking.

This old dragon has lived for so many years, and has been living in seclusion in the deep pool, this can be regarded as the second flight of its dragon body, but it is also the last.

In the process of falling, the old dragon let out a final hiss, and the dragon's mouth was already bloodless to vomit.

Eventually, it died on the outskirts of the capital, its huge body smashing the ground into a deep ravine, and the ground rolled like a wave.

And its huge body is like a towering city wall that suddenly appears here.

After Ji Que and Ning Hongyu got off the dragon, they both felt a sense of weakness.

For Ji Que, dragon slaying has only appeared in the animations he has seen before, but he didn't expect that one day he would do this kind of thing himself.

Ning Hongyu's open left eye was bleeding, and it was quickly wiped clean by her.

said that he was just going to see the situation, but he accidentally slaughtered the dragon.

The first to arrive here were naturally the emperor and the king who had been prepared for a long time.

They originally wanted to keep this thing low-key, but who expected that an old dragon would fall into the sky, and it would be lonely and low-key.

I'm afraid that in less than one day, the cultivators inside and outside the entire capital will know about this kind of thing.

However, looking at this dragon corpse that exuded black qi and was full of eyes inside, they felt that the stone in their hearts had fallen to the ground.

If this thing is not removed for a day, I am afraid that they will never be able to sleep well.

However, Sheng Yu thought that dragon slaying should be his role, but he didn't expect these two scouting forwards to do everything.

Sheng Yu took King Liwang to find Ji Que and Ning Hongyu, looked at the dragon tendons that had been pulled out, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You are much stronger than I imagined." ”

Ning Hongyu didn't take credit, and said: "This is all his contribution, I am just an assistant." ”

Ji Que sighed: "It's just a coincidence that I borrowed some external force, otherwise I guess it would be a headache to escape." ”

As he spoke, the flying swords that had been inserted into the dragon's head flew one after another, floating quietly around him.

Hundreds of swords floated beside him like guards, forming a solemn scene that made both the emperor and the king a little moved.

"This is the sword in the Cold Pond Palace?" The Emperor pondered.

The dossier that has been handed down records some of the structures of the dragon pool, including a palace called "Hanchi Palace", which is filled with swords collected by the third emperor from all over the world, and now appears here.

One person is a hundred swords, this is something that Emperor Sheng Yuan, a grandmaster, cannot do.

He can bind hundreds of swords with True Yuan Silk and use them to attack and defend, but that is only relying on the True Yuan Silk's sword, not Ji Que's freewheeling sword.

Ji Que looked at these swords, and he also felt a little emotional for a while.

Of the thousands of ancient swords, there are only a hundred left, and half of them are also decaying, and it is not easy to float around him now.

He felt that he might not forget those swords for a long time, and he would never forget the scene surrounded by a thousand swords.

Perhaps, he only has this experience of a thousand swords in his life.

(End of chapter)