When the flute sounded, Zhu Bingren lost his mind for a while, frowned and said to himself: "Strange! This kind of flute sound is unheard of, and there seems to be a great artistic conception, a great creation, and a great mystery!"

"Click!"

As the sound of the flute spread, ninety-nine spots of light were formed between heaven and earth, all of which were huge and incomparable, and there was something faintly trying to break free from them.

"Whew......"

The dazzling light dragon leaned out of the light spot and hung in the sky and roared at Zhu Bingren. After that, ninety-nine light dragons shook their bodies and flew towards the battlefield, and the speed was amazing.

"What a rich light energy!" Zhu Bingren was shocked, the light dragon flying from the sky definitely had the background to start a war with the saint-level, the news said that the human race Luoyang only had the strength of the emperor-level, how could it be possible to attract the saint-level power again and again?

Before Zhu Bingren could come to his senses, Guanglong had already locked on him, and launched an offensive under the guidance of the flute, and the sound of the dragon's groans was endless.

"Whoa, whoa......"

The sound shook thousands of miles, and Zhu Bingren said angrily: "Boy, don't think that you can suppress the old man by attracting a few light dragons, you are still far behind!"

Before the words fell, the sword was shocking, turning into a battle with ninety-nine light dragons.

The flute continued, Luo Yang felt that the crazy surging imperial qi on his body suddenly stagnated, and every blessing of the flute to the light dragon needed to consume a large amount of imperial qi as support, and he thought that the consumption would be heavy before urging the dragon pattern flute, but he never expected it to be heavy to this kind of Cheng dù, and he almost couldn't bear it and was beaten back to his original shape.

Fortunately, the imperial qi captured is relatively large, and it is always in the soaring stage, and the consumption rate is only one line faster than the soaring speed, and it is currently fully supported, but I am afraid that I will not be able to continue after a long battle.

"Woo woo, woo woo ......"

Luo Yang recognized one point, that is, it must be resolved quickly, so the sound of the flute, which had flattened out, changed again, and became the excitement and intensity when summoning the light dragon, dancing in the wind, not afraid of hardships and dangers.

"Woo woo, woo woo ......"

The sound of the flute reached a dense place, like a cry, as if it was announcing the other party's guilt to heaven and earth, as if it was complaining, making heaven and earth mourn, and naturally forming a ruling force to help Guanglong fight.

"Boom!"

The five dragons of light rushed towards the sword light, not dodging or dodging, and crashed into it to cause a terrifying catastrophe.

"Damn!" Zhu Bingren was no longer as simple as being shocked, but with panic, after the explosion of the light dragon, a light spot was formed, and the light spot restrained his racial talent, so that the dark matter that had accumulated for many years was greatly reduced, and even the protective effect fell by six or seven percent.

That's six or seven percent, not a star and a half, and the impact on him is too great. He had no way to estimate how big it was, but he felt that today was beyond expectations.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Luo Yang was afraid that the little imperial qi he had accumulated would be a drop in the bucket if he delayed it, so he urged the light dragons to rush forward, so that the imperial qi accumulated before suddenly bottomed out, and he used this opportunity to severely damage the Sword Saint.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The sound was extremely dense, and when he was caught off guard, Zhu Bingren's body trembled.

To be honest, there is no such thing as Luo Yang in normal combat, the flute sound is the most thin and continuous, and the ninety-nine light dragons have their own set of extremely high-end cooperation tactics, which can consume the enemy's strength step by step and make it disintegrate. Who would have thought that he would blow himself up when he came up, and he didn't play his cards according to common sense at all, even if the true god was here, he would have to scratch his head.

Of course, as far as Luo Yang's royal spirit is concerned, it is said that the true god of war is that even if a saint is pulled out casually, he may not fall, and at most he will suffer unbearable pain, causing huge losses to his body.

However, the magic of this battle lies in the fact that Guanglong is Zhu Bingren's nemesis. In other words, these light dragons are the nemesis of all the primeval clans, so that when the light dragon blew itself up, it was swept away by the aftermath, and the emperors attracted by those hawks and Zhu Tiancheng were scattered.

After all, a divine soldier is a divine soldier, and Luo Yang took out hundreds of divine bone fragments branded with incomplete runes as auxiliaries, so the power is not weak!

In this way, Luo Yang has another income, although the distance is far away, it is impossible to extract thirty percent of the imperial qi, and half of it is still there, so it will not return to its original shape.

"Quick, follow the sigils, fight with me!" Luo Yang jumped and flew towards the Sword Saint, and with a grab, he grabbed a massive amount of frozen air, and the unimaginably rich blue light was like a banner spreading between heaven and earth, rushing towards the Sword Saint with him.

The Emisia Palace is in full swing, emitting blue light. Although Luo Yang had a sealed character rune and could also control the palace rune axis, he still felt cold and piercing, and every second there was a feeling of freezing halo falling from the air.

Fortunately, the War Emperor was extraordinary, and he used his powerful battle intent to restrain the coldness, so that the blue flag was wrapped around the Sword Saint, setting off a crackling sound in the air.

"Humble you actually want to slaughter the saint?" No matter how stupid Zhu Bingren was, he could see Luo Yang's thoughts, but this idea was too arrogant, and he didn't even think about it before.

"Hahaha, the big waves and sand are beginning to see gold, and the reason why the saint is holy is because of the transcendent outside the object. But what about you? Aiding and abusing, the dignified saint is willing to stand up and cheer for a group of emperors, and it is not ashamed! No, since you have done this, you already have no face, as a saint, you don't even want face, I don't think you want this life!" Luo Yang instantly transmitted his consciousness, and his voice directly entered the mind of the sword saint.

It was too late, but it was too late, and the blue light wrapped the Sword Saint in it after the light dragon exploded.

Luo Yang raised his hand and threw out one piece after another of the divine bone fragments, constantly urging the vortex to correct the orientation of these bone fragments, and using the rune to trigger the power of the broken runes on the bone fragments.

You must know that these runes come from the rune altar of the treasure ship, and the altar has already ascended to the sky with the foundation of the altar, but there is no corresponding god to control it.

These bone fragments are the foundation of the altar, and after Luo Yang's arrangement and stimulation, they immediately show the characteristics of the altar.

If there was no such reliance, why would Luo Yang oppose the Sage? He was also a very powerful Sword Saint, with his level, he was far behind, even if he urged the Divine Soldiers, he would not be able to take down the other party.

The key is in these divine bone fragments, as long as the power of the altar is summoned on a certain Cheng dù, and then a ball of negative divine blood is thrown, it is not impossible to slaughter the saint.

Luo Yang got a total of four regiments of divine blood, of which the first group of healing divine blood was given by the altar on its own initiative, and the last three regiments of divine blood were vomited by the altar after eating too much. In the latter three groups of divine blood, there is a kind of divine blood that contains great terror, full of negative energy, which should come from the masters of those demonic divine weapons.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz......"

After a while, the bones of the gods shone and an altar of runes was erected in the air. And in order to break the blue light that imprisoned him, the Sword Saint was using all his skills, beating hundreds of millions of cold falls, forming ice fields on the vast land under his feet.

"Seal, photograph, town, kill!" Luo Yang ascended the altar and brandished the Taichong Sword, raised his hand and poured the demonic divine blood onto the altar, causing thousands of divine runes to shine and begin to suppress the enemy.

At the same time, Zhu Bingren played with his life, using life-saving means, and every blow was a killer weapon to compete with the Fuji Altar.