The sky was getting darker and darker, and the clouds were pressing down on the sea like a gathering, and the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the sky was getting lower and lower, and for a time the sky was dark, and the earth was dark, and patches of terrible darkness tried to swallow up the whole world like greedy demons.

The thunder came from afar, and the sound rang out, and when I looked up at the sky, I saw rolling dark clouds pouring into the mountains, like thousands of wild horses that had escaped from the reins, struggling to raise their manes.

And in this apocalyptic wave, a cyan dragon with the size of a hundred zhang roared in the waves, and more than a dozen streamers shuttled through the void around it, each time bringing a tinkling and ding dong sound.

"It's good that it's not late!"

When Yang Jian arrived, this Jiaolong was fighting with the masters of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect, but it was similar to what he expected, although these masters were extraordinary in cultivation, they were still a little inadequate for the previous Jiaolong with extremely strong defense.

At least, Yang Jian found that except for the head of the house and an old man with white hair, the other powerhouses couldn't even break through the defense of this dragon!

"Junior, dare!"

The dinghy under his feet rose and fell in the waves, if it weren't for Yang Jian's strong physique to hold down the dinghy, I'm afraid he would only be able to swim in the sea, but just as he was thinking about whether to do it now, there was a familiar roar behind him.

"This old man is really haunted!"

Yang Jian didn't need to look back to know who the person was chasing, so in order to avoid entanglement with this old man, he took a deep breath and rushed out of the boat, his own speed excited to the limit.

From a distance, he seemed to be treading the waves.

At the same time, the monks of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect who were fighting fiercely in Jiaolong also discovered Yang Jian, who was shooting from him, and for a while, except for the sect leader Yun Zhongtian, their faces changed greatly, and even a master who seemed to be an elder fell into the sea because he lost his mind and ate a dragon tail swing and vomited blood.

"Why did the little brother come here!?

The sky in the clouds retreated sharply, looking at Yang Jian who came quickly, there was some urgency in his eyes.

Although Yang Jian's cultivation is not worth mentioning in his eyes, but now they have been crushed by this dragon, and they can't be separated at all......

"Sect Master Yun, don't panic, I am entrusted by Miss Yun Lan to come down to help all fellow Daoists!"

When Yang Jian's voice resounded over this sea area, his figure had already come to the center of the battlefield, and he also saw this dragon covering the sky and the sun up close.

Don't say it, this is the first time Yang Jian has seen such a huge dragon since he crossed over, so he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while, but after seeing another monk vomiting blood by the dragon, his eyes froze, and a hand, a three-pointed and two-edged knife appeared in his hand.

"Evil animal, take me with a knife!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Jian's whole person suddenly swung his knife into the sky, and slashed straight at Jiaolong, before the person arrived, the sound came first, and the thunderstorm in the sky seemed to be torn in half in an instant, and the terrifying murderous aura made Jiaolong's huge pupils finally put on Yang Jian, the "little ant".

"Roar!"

At the moment when Yang Jian's knife was about to slash at the top of the Jiaolong head, the Jiaolong seemed to sense the danger of death, and opened its mouth violently and roared, and an indescribable hurricane instantly rushed towards Yang Jian's small body.

however

Yang Jian, who was deep in the air, smiled strangely, and threw out a rune forward, and in an instant, his figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already rapidly descending from the endless sky!

"Die!"

This time, Yang Jian's strength was raised to the extreme, and the air made a sizzling sound as if it was torn, saying that it was too late and that was fast, just before everyone could react from the brief scene just now, Yang Jian's three-pointed and two-edged knife had already slashed heavily under Jiaolong's neck.

Whoop –

The blood rain burst out in the sky, and as a huge dragon head fell into the ocean and disappeared, a blue bead flew out of the body of Jiaolong is body, Yang Jian's eyes were quick, and he instantly took out a gourd from the Qiankun ring.

"Close!"

The blue beads trembled, and they were instantly absorbed by the gourd.

At this time, Yang Jian finally showed a satisfied smile, his figure flashed, and he returned to the previous dinghy.

All this was said for a long time, but it only happened in a few tens of seconds, not only the dozen or so monks of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect in the void were dumbfounded, but even the old man who had just arrived and was still angry was also stunned, and his mouth kept muttering: "How is it possible! How is it possible!?"

In fact, it was no wonder that these people were so shocked, in their eyes, Yang Jian was just a small Jindan monk, and the dragon in front of him was a demon beast that their entire sect could not deal with.

However, after only a few tens of seconds, the dragon in front of them, which they regarded as an invincible existence, was ...... Kill with one sword!?

"You ......" Yun Zhongtian's throat and eyes gathered countless words, but in the end, he couldn't say a word.

The matter was completely beyond the scope of his understanding, after all, he saw it very clearly, just now Yang Jian used a sword with pure strength, without using any true yuan or combat skills, just like a martial artist in the mortal world, a simple sword.

But how is this possible?

"Fellow Daoists, aren't you going to pick the Spirit Void Grass?"

Yang Jian naturally knew how much shock he had just given these people, in fact, he didn't know much now, because this knife was also beyond his expectations, if there was anything different, it was that when he completely released his power just now, he felt as if he had been blessed with a kind of power in the underworld.

As for what this power is, he can't say it for the time being, and he needs to wait for an opportunity to understand it again.

Yang Jian's words made everyone present wake up, and after looking at Yang Jian, who was calm and calm, Yun Zhongtian commanded the monk beside him with complicated eyes: "Elders, go and pick the Spirit Void Grass, this little brother...... Fellow Daoist, I'll receive you!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

As several elders jumped into the sea and disappeared, Yang Jian's eyes flashed slightly, and he understood that this Spirit Void Grass was probably under this deep sea.

"Fellow Daoist, thanks to your help, I am really grateful!"

Although he didn't know why Yang Jian still looked like he was in the Jindan period, Yang Jian's terrifying sword just now really shocked Yun Zhongtian too much, so he could only think that Yang Jian's cultivation was actually much higher than him, but he couldn't see the other party's true cultivation.

"Hehe, Sect Master Yun is polite! It's a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning!" Yang Jian saw that Yun Zhongtian also landed on the boat, so he urged the aura to start the boat, and his eyebrows were full of expressions of no big deal, as if he had just done a trivial thing just now.

A trifle?

Nothing?

The corners of Yun Zhongtian's mouth twitched, and finally turned into a face full of admiration: "Daoist friends cultivate to Tongtian, admire below!"

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