In the scorching world, Long Yan appeared as a true dragon and flew in without hurry.

Covering his body, pieces of red crystal jade dragon scales were as solid as gold and iron, and the two red dragon horns on his forehead were as dazzling as spear blades.

"I've heard you're in extraordinary health, too."

Long Yan bared his teeth and smiled, and suddenly turned into a rainbow of lightning, tearing the shield that protected Pang Jian with his dragon claws.

Just hearing the sound of "bang", the thick green cover that the fireworks could not penetrate was easily torn apart by his sharp claws.

"Hey! That's it! ”

Long Yan, who was only a few zhang long, shook and whipped his body covered with dragon scales at the moment when the hood was cracked.

"Peng!"

With the green glow of the cracks, the slapping of his dragon body suddenly collapsed, turning into a cyan light in the sky.

When the canopy was shattered, Pang Jian sacrificed the "Heart of Winter" in time, first protecting his body with the power of extreme cold, and then wielding the Source Demon Sword in his hand.

Dozens of brilliant sword lights flooded Long Yan's body like a torrential rain and rainbow streams.

But the eighth-level Yan Dragon smirked with his teeth and claws, and roared and mocked: "You haven't fought with a truly powerful dragon clan, just with this level of sword light blade, you can't even break my dragon scales!" ”

Sure enough, those dragon scales like red crystal jade, let the sword light cut and slash, there was not a single crack.

The sword light attack that was enough to make the head of the ordinary eighth-level demon slash at his dragon scales, as if tickling him.

He didn't even shatter a single dragon scale.

"The dragon clan, as the white raccoon said, is a powerful demon clan with a lot of heaven."

Pang Jian, in the sea of fire, stood above the "Heart of Winter" with his sword, and shrouded his body through the cold mist of the forest, resisting the flame attack created by Long Yan with a breath of dragon breath.

In the depths of the thick cold mist, many of the laws of fire hidden in the dragon's breath have come into contact with the true meaning of extreme cold in the "Heart of Winter".

Pang Jian adjusted slightly.

Above the shattered ground of the dantian, among the condensed moon and stars, there was a stream of divine light that could be absorbed by it.

While thinking about the mysteries of ice, stars, and the moon, he extracted a part of the power of thunder from the depths of the thunder vortex, kneaded it and merged it into the next sword.

This is his more serious sword technique.

"Wow!"

A river of extremely cold sword light with stars and moon floating in the middle of it, accompanied by lightning flying out of the cold mist.

This sword light mixed with the mysteries of the stars and the moon that he comprehended, and the extremely cold mysteries of his comprehension, appeared in the land of flames, instantly invalidating many of the dragon secret techniques hidden in the flames.

The sword light struck Long Yan's body, causing a piece of red crystal jade dragon scales to suddenly sink into Long Yan's flesh and blood.

The dragon scales have not been broken, and there has never been a single crack.

This eighth-level flame dragon, the terrifying defense of the dragon body, simply made Pang Jian breathtaking.

"Dragon Slash, if it weren't for the restraint of the true god Van Ao, who was forced by Van Ao to perform countless dragon blood escapes, causing almost all the golden dragon scales to explode, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to even break his dragon body."

Facing the eighth-level Long Yan, after a tentative confrontation, Pang Jian knew the strength of the true dragon.

The eighth-level dragon with a complete bloodline is significantly higher than the eighth-level demon of the same level.

Perhaps, only those ancient xenomorphs who also have the bloodline of ancient holy beasts, such as phoenixes, unicorns, and turtles, can wrestle with the dragon clan.

In this era, the demon clans in the Holy Spirit Continent that are not even complete in bloodline are not at the same level as the dragon clan at all.

It's no wonder that all the demon clans are obedient to the Dragon Cave, no wonder the white raccoon is so afraid of the dragon slash.

"Come again!"

"This sword has a bit of a taste."

"Hey! At least, I felt a little pain. ”

Long Yan in the scorching world writhed his dragon body and roared around Pang Jian, grinning and shouting constantly.

He deliberately didn't fly so fast, and deliberately let Pang Jian have room to shoot his sword, just to try how much damage Pang Jian could cause to him when he attacked with the strongest sword technique.

In human form, he is far from being able to exert his own strength, and it is extremely difficult for his bloodline to burst out, and the strength of the dragon body cannot be reflected.

As soon as he recovered his true dragon body, he completely let go of himself, relying on his physical strength that surpassed that of ordinary demon clans, and dared to close up and hard to connect with Pang Jian's Dao sword light.

"Come on, come on."

Pang Jian, who stabilized his mind, stepped on the "Heart of Winter" and flew away in the land of fire, swinging his sword at Long Yan again and again.

More sword lights with different attributes and different powers slashed at Long Yan's body, leaving more or less traces on those red jade-like dragon scales.

Finally, when Pang Jian gave a sword light the power of scorching sun, flame, and golden sharpness, he slashed a piece of dragon scales out of the crack.

Long Yan also felt the pain.

"Chaos Sea, it's really a bit of a ghost. But it's not enough, not enough to really hurt me! ”

Long Yan hissed and twisted the dragon's body, and the dragon's claws grabbed at Pang Jian's position a few times.

The incomparably sharp fire light blade almost wanted to smash the void, and at the same time tearing Pang Jian's sacrificial canopy out again, it also left hideous blood marks on Pang Jian's "Creation Realm" level body.

"Pang Jian, I have the strength to tear apart Ling Chi. You are indeed more powerful than most of the Terran cultivators of the Silent Annihilation Realm, even stronger than the so-called late stage of the Silent Annihilation Realm! ”

"But you're still inferior to our dragons!"

"And I, Long Yan, are among the most powerful of our eighth-level dragons."

Without using any utensils, Long Yan, whose own dragon body is the strongest weapon in heaven and earth, once again resisted a sword light with his dragon body, and grabbed it with another claw.

The crimson dragon claws suddenly enlarged, instantly appeared in the cold mist of Senbai, and tore off a large piece of flesh from Pang Jian's back.

"The body of the human race, no matter how you cultivate and grow, it is not as good as our demon clan, and even less as good as our dragon clan!"

Long Yan smiled fiercely, put the large piece of meat in the flame, and said, "Pang Jian, you are my food, I will eat you slowly and enjoy your flesh and blood." ”

Pang Jian, who has a hot and stinging back, bares his teeth and uses the vast blood energy of the "Creation Divine Pool" to repair his injuries with qi and blood.

The dragon body was so powerful that it seemed to be invulnerable, and Long Yan, who had almost no flaws, made him completely see the horror of the dragon clan this time.

"The body is almost invincible, but what about the dragon soul?"

He didn't believe that any living being could be flawless, that there was an intelligent race that could be above all living beings and not find the slightest flaw.

When Long Yanwei smiled and opened his bloody mouth, ready to eat his piece of flesh.

His eyes suddenly turned pure gold.

His golden divine soul suddenly rushed away from his true body, and disappeared in a flash in the blazing fire world.

The divine soul that had experienced the immersion and boiling of molten juice was safe and sound in this world created by the dragon's breath, and instantly reached Long Yan's forehead and came directly to his dragon soul sea.

"Out of body!"

Long Yan sneered disdainfully.

The two dragon horns on his forehead suddenly developed a strong spiritual magnetic field, and a sea of light intertwined with blood and crystal chains condensed in an instant.

The sea of light condensed by the blood crystal chain turned into a soul barrier and blocked his forehead.

"Our demon clan's soul is indeed a weak link, so in order to compete with the human race overhaul who is proficient in soul arts, we will make special preparations in this regard."

A dark red ring flew out from under his tongue and fell into the small sea of light.

Pang Jian's golden divine soul, from the dark red iron ring, felt an extremely extraordinary soul breath fluctuation.

In that small sea of light, countless bloodline crystal chains were all related to the soul secret technique, and then suddenly a flying fire phoenix, a burning vermilion bird, a majestic fire unicorn, and a flame lion suddenly appeared.

Four ancient beasts, in the form of souls, appear in the sea of light, existing in an enlarged dark red ring.

Pang Jian wanted to shoot at the golden divine soul in Long Yan's mind, but was intercepted by the souls of the four-headed fierce creatures, and it suddenly became difficult.

"Woohoo!"

A bolt of lightning quietly struck and fell into the dark red iron ring, slashing the souls of the four ancient murderous creatures in an instant.

Pang Jian cooperated with his body and swung a sword carrying the Thunder Dao, strangling the souls of the four ancient murderous creatures with the soul nemesis.

"Whew!"

The golden soul that belonged to him shone brightly, taking the opportunity to cross the sea of light condensed by the blood crystal chain, and directly escaped into Long Yan's sea of dragon souls.

His divine soul, the moment he entered Long Yan's soul sea, Long Yan suddenly howled.

Only then did he draw his sword again.

He simply stuck to Long Yan's dragon body, no longer with the sword light released by the Dao Source Demon Sword, but with the blade of the Source Demon Sword itself, he slashed down with a sword.

"Click!"

This black gold divine sword, which refined the dragon's horns and claws, showed its sharp side, slashing Long Yan's dragon scales piece by piece.

With the sharpness of the sword alone, he broke through Long Yan's dragon scale defense line, making the dragon scales more and more injured.

"Whew!"

Long Yan roared in pain, and soon his body was covered in bruises.

"Pang Jian!"

"Damn it!"

The roaring dragon Yan let out a sad and angry dragon roar, completely presenting the dragon body that was more than a thousand feet long, like a winding ancient red jade city wall.

"Boom! Boom! ”

Endless flames erupted from the flesh of his dragon scales, and his pupils and nostrils were spewing fire.

The sea of his dragon soul turned into a sea of fire that destroyed all things.

The fire dragon soul that belonged to him was slashed by Pang Jian's sharp blade divine knife condensed with a golden divine soul, and was cut into pieces, and he tenaciously reunited in his dragon soul sea.

"Whew!"

Long Yan's soul eventually condensed into a bead and disappeared from his own dragon soul sea, and his soul sea ignited a terrifying aura of jade and stone burning.

As soon as this breath came out, Pang Jian suddenly had a premonition that something was wrong and hurriedly withdrew.

"The boy of the Sword Tower, I have no hatred for you, I will definitely kill you!"

This red dragon, which was more than a thousand feet long, soared in mid-air with dragon blood all the way, and disappeared from Pang Jian's field of vision after a few twists.

In the air where the scorching world disappeared, Pang Jian stepped on the "Heart of Winter" and stopped, and did not chase and kill the past.

Li Zai was still beside him, still cowering under the unicorn bell, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

He was afraid that when he was chasing and killing Long Yan, the dazzling shadow of the Demon Scale Clan would take the opportunity to touch and kill this Tianbao Li family's refining genius.

"Dragons, it's really fucking strong!" Li Zao smacked his tongue, and shouted wow-wow-wow: "This eighth-level Yan Dragon probably has the strength to fight against the Immortal Realm Overhaul. ”

"Pang Jian, you really give us the face of the human race!"

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(End of chapter)