Chapter 437: White Dragon True Monarch
"Hahahaha, if you are really here, it is very good to be able to open up such a space, which is just my residence. A hearty laugh came, the sound came from far and near, and when I looked up, a white figure appeared in front of everyone, this person was wearing a white robe, with a jade belt around his waist, very handsome, and the gentle smile gave people a sense of intimacy. But in the hearts of Yang Chen and the others, there was a sense of danger rising, and there was a kind of coldness and blood faintly exuding from this person's body, as if the air had become cold at this moment.
"Are you the White Dragon True Monarch?" Cen Ying smiled coldly, as if frost was about to form on her beautiful face, judging from this person's outfit, it was almost the same as the Yellow Dragon True Monarch and Qinglong True Monarch she saw that day, but the white robe made this person look more gentle and elegant. The handsome man in the white robe was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "It turns out that you have already met my two righteous brothers, and they are quite fast, but it's a pity!" He looked at everyone with a look in his eyes that was obviously a little lost, as if he was looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"This person is extremely dangerous, so be careful. Shi Shang was on the side to Yang Chen's divine sense, his expression was solemn, he had never seen him like this, it was obvious that this person's danger was far more than giving people a feeling. How could Yang Chen not see the bloodthirsty feeling hidden under this person's gentle appearance.
"Tsk, that's good, it turns out that there are still three Five Elements Realm cultivators, no wonder my two righteous brothers will miss, today I helped them fulfill this wish. "The words of the White Dragon True Monarch were like a stream converging, and the heavy pressure slowly attacked, and finally became devouring and chilling. Shi Shang glared angrily, snorted, and said, "It's just a true monarch under the Moon God, who dares to be so arrogant in front of us and eat me with a punch." As he spoke, his body was like the wind, and his long fist came out with gusts of wind, and the fist turned into a mountain and pushed sideways. "Hehe, this strength is a little worse. I only heard the voice of the White Dragon True Monarch drifting like the wind, and when Shi Xiang's fist was pressed down, the figure of the White Dragon True Monarch was gone.
"Huh?" The speed of the White Dragon True Monarch was incredible, and Shi Sheng hesitated slightly, quickly thinking of a countermeasure. At this moment, the White Dragon True Monarch appeared in front of Shi Shang like a ghost, and a long sword of fine light came silently, and Shi Shang had already arrived at the door when he found out. A giant hammer suddenly came out, only to hear the ding, Shi Shang flew out upside down like a flying leaf, the blood in his mouth gushed wildly, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a poof, and the blood was pervasive, turning into a red mist tide. The White Dragon True Monarch chased after the red mist that turned into blood and turned around abruptly to avoid it, this was the condensation of Shi Shang's essence blood, which contained a secret move.
"Senior brother, let's go together. Cen Ying flashed behind Shi Shang, her palm silently pressed against Shi Shang's back, and a soft force flowed into Shi Shang's body, and the chaotic blood and qi immediately stabilized. "This person is extremely powerful, it seems that he has already broken through the Nebula Realm, senior sister should be careful. Cen Ying nodded slowly, and a flower basket suddenly appeared with a slight movement of her palm, and the flower basket was colorful and brilliant, and colorful petals flew out. Cen Ying's figure flew out as soon as he moved, bursts of floral fragrance gushed out of the flower basket, and the colorful petals spread a flower bridge at his feet, and he lost his figure in an instant, and when he appeared, he was already behind the White Dragon Zhenjun, but a stainless steel long sword was waiting there, as if he had known that Cen Ying would appear behind him, and his figure was also missing in the "Dragon Shadow Flying Away" White Dragon Zhenjun broke off his voice, and only saw a ray of light shooting towards Cen Ying.
"Huaqiao Moon Step" Cen Yingjiao drank, Huaqiao reappeared, and the footsteps appeared at the other end of Huaqiao, but the light also reached behind her, but the moment of pause had already shot into her back.
"Ding" A wisp of blood spurted out, Cen Ying's skirt was cut with a long opening, and the entire back was exposed, and a blood mark across the back looked red and hideous. The White Dragon True Monarch and the Essence Light Long Sword appeared at this time, and in front of him stood a straight figure, the sword in his hand was a silver flute body, the extremely narrow edge flickered coldly, the handsome face had a deep color, and the wind swept the long robe like dust.
"Poof" Yang Chen spit out a mouthful of blood, blood stained his robe, and his face was slightly pale. Just when the White Dragon True Monarch made a move, Yang Chen felt an unprecedented sense of ruthlessness and killing, as if his blood was fluttering, his heart was cold, he knew that Cen Ying would be in danger, although he blocked most of the sword momentum, Cen Ying was still injured. Cen Ying felt the coolness and cold air behind her sweep through her body, her mind was blank, and she immediately fainted.
"Senior Sister Cen, Senior Sister Cen. Shi Shang caught Cen Ying, his fingers quickly flicked on the blood mark on Cen Ying's back, and casually fed a pill into Cen Ying's hand, took out a long gown from the space ring and draped it over Cen Ying. Looking up at Bailong Zhenjun, there was already deep hatred in his eyes, Cen Ying was deeply injured, if it wasn't for Yang Chen's blocking, he might have been cut into two pieces.
Bailong Zhenjun sneered, his eyes were blood-colored and cold, "You can save her once but you can't save her twice, even you have to die!" The streamer flickered, the figure passed away, and Bailong Zhenjun walked away and stabbed towards Cen Ying in Shi Xiang's arms with a sword, he has always been ruthless and will not leave a living mouth, this time it is the same. Yang Chen's figure fluttered towards Shi Xiang's body, and the White Dragon True Monarch wanted to kill Cen Ying, first to make everyone frightened, and then kill the others one by one, just like a cat playing with mice, playing with prey.
The speed of the White Dragon True Monarch was not comparable to Yang Chen, and a fine light was like the ray of sunlight in the morning, appearing so suddenly and quickly, there was no time to stop it. The giant hammer burst out, turning into a thousand layers of phantoms, like mountains overlapping, with a force of more than a thousand jun. Shi Shang had been waiting for the arrival of this sword, and at this time, he was prepared to block all the paths of the White Dragon True Monarch.
The essence light suddenly changed direction and flew backwards, and that direction was where Yang Chen was. "What!" Shi Xiang's surprised eyes were about to burst out, this White Dragon True Monarch originally didn't mean Cen Ying but Yang Chen, the huge danger was already approaching Yang Chen, but now he couldn't do anything, and he flew out with the giant hammer to chase after the White Dragon True Monarch.
The White Dragon True Monarch laughed wildly, his voice as terrifying as a night owl. Although the young cultivator in front of him was not as good as that beautiful woman, he gave himself a faint shock, which was a sense from the depths of his soul. It's been a long time since I've felt like this, and the first time it was on that person's body, a figure appeared in his mind, and he suddenly shivered.
The essence light appeared, and Yang Chen greeted it head-on, and that danger was like a blade hovering in his chest. "The ancient tree towers to the sky!" This is the ninth form of the Ziluo Sword Technique, Yang Chen has never used it since he became enlightened, and this is the only one that comes to mind at this time. "Ding" In an instant, the two sword qi collided together, Yang Chen flew out upside down, blood spurted out of his mouth, his eyes were fixed, and he looked straight at Bailong Zhenjun. White Dragon True Monarch looked at Yang Chen strangely, although the sword just now injured Yang Chen, but his sword qi was also broken by the young cultivator in front of him, his faint sword qi broke into his sword qi, although he was not injured, he could still feel the condensation of his sword qi.
"Who are you?" Bailong Zhenjun gave birth to a sense of danger, he thought that he could destroy this force by himself, but now it is beyond his expectations, that kind of self-confidence is slowly disappearing, this young cultivator in front of him can always make him think of another person, they have a lot of similarities, but he can't say where the resemblance is, he wants to know the reason.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you have become our enemy. Yang Chen's face was completely pale, and the red of his clothes could think of his weakness, but now he was still resolute, this was his personality, and the more dangerous he was, the more resolute he was. "It seems!" Bailong Zhenjun was suddenly surprised to find that the person who had said this sentence had also said it, and a chill drifted over his heart. "Could it be his heir?" Bailong Zhenjun thought to himself. If this is the case, we must kill this person today, so as not to cause endless trouble. His eyes were gloomy, with a touch of blood, and the long sword of fine light in his hand buzzed, like a raging bloodthirsty dragon wanting to reach the sky. An invisible coercion spread in all directions, and the surrounding cultivators all retreated.
The Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda suddenly emitted a brilliant light, flying up and hanging in the air, the powerful suction force surged, and the young cultivators on the earth field all flew towards the Nine Heavens Spirit Pagoda involuntarily. The White Dragon True Monarch was very dangerous, and such an attack would inevitably hurt those young cultivators, so it was necessary to protect these cultivators inside. Shi Shang, Fang Zhihao, Jiang Bing, Zhuo Zhilian, Fu Sichou, Ya Wu and others all stood behind Yang Chen, and at this time they wanted to advance and retreat together. In such a situation, the White Dragon True Monarch didn't seem to have thought that the combination of these forces was a big help, and there was a big variable if he wanted to kill Yang Chen.
The White Dragon True Monarch Essence Light Long Sword pointed directly at Yang Chen, raised his eyebrows, and burst into a shout, like a mad demon rushing out, and after three steps, the figure disappeared, and even the Essence Light Long Sword was gone.
The huge pressure turned into a heavy grinding disc in Yang Chen's heart, and the rumbling sound seemed to crush his divine soul, and his spiritual wisdom also slowed down at this time, as if it was about to stagnate. The sea of spirits was empty and cloudy, and it seemed that only the rotation of the star bead could be seen. The white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the Xuanwu were brilliant, as if they were about to condense into a glorious spirit beast, Ling Ran ran and flew out.