Although Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng said sarcastic words, their faces also looked calm and clear, but in fact, their heartstrings were extremely tight.

Hundreds of years have passed since the interface battle initiated by the Yin Moon Blood Realm, and in that war, the interfaces of both sides suffered extremely serious damage, and although Yun Mengze narrowly won in the end, it was exchanged for blood, tears and lives by countless monks.

Judging from the post-war period, Liu Qinghuan did play a great role in some key nodes, such as opening the ghost gate of the innate ghost peach tree to connect the netherworld and causing trouble to the Yin Moon Blood Realm, and later refining the Heaven Sealing Talisman also had his participation.

Therefore, Yao Jiu wants to put the pot on his head, which seems to be reasonable, and now he has made up his mind to take revenge on him, and traps them in this side of the world, then this battle is unavoidable.

And that Yao Xie's cultivation is a whole step higher than them, although Liu and Yun both have the strength to fight beyond the ranks, but in the face of such a big gap, the situation is still not optimistic.

The two exchanged glances, Yun Zheng's gaze drifted to the side, and Liu Qinghuan immediately understood the other party's plan.

He immediately used the intimidation technique attached to the "Sitting and Forgetting the Sutra of Eternal Life", elevated his cultivation to the Yang realm, and began to forcibly lift the second seal of the Thousand Autumns Reincarnation Pen.

A thick halo of blood-yellow light floats from the pen, erasing a layer, and a piece of light will sway out, falling on the ground and turning into a river, the surging river is surging, and the waves beat the sound of cracking the bank, as if the painful person is screaming in despair.

The river separates each other from each other, and the mist on the surface of the river gradually obscures the view.

The vague smirk on Yao Xie's face disappeared, and after a cold snort in his eyes, his figure gradually faded, and the old man who finally dealt with the broken arm stepped forward, and Yao Jiu quickly stepped back very self-consciously, and he shouldn't stop for half a minute.

Yun Zheng didn't make any moves, just a sword intent that swept through the clouds and mist and soared straight into the sky, the whole person was like a sword with its scabbard removed, full of coldness and pride.

As if waiting for something, the heavens and the earth are filled with suffocating will and coercion, even if they haven't really started, a battle has started silently, and the Dao intentions of each person have clashed invisibly, causing layers of ripples in the air, and the sound of the roar is like a muffled thunder hidden behind the clouds, and the momentum is getting louder and louder.

The next moment, the black sun in the sky suddenly flashed, and the blazing light burst out in an instant, and the whole world seemed to be ignited, and the flames burst into flames, instantly turning into boundless purgatory!

Even with your eyes closed, you can still feel the scorching temperature beating on your eyelids, and your skin makes a sizzling sound when you rub against your clothes, and it only takes a little external force to crack and shatter.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly opened his eyes, and as the last layer of blood-yellow halo scattered, there were obvious changes in the Qianqiu reincarnation pen, the ink-black pen body was plated with vicissitudes of life and luxurious purple, and the original white pen was also mixed with a few strands of gold wire.

He raised his hand, and with the stroke of his pen, the great river on the ground also drew a graceful arc and flew into the sky, and the icy river poured down like a torrential rain, destroying the dead trees and grass and cutting off life wherever he passed, and the breath of silence swept through the barren land like a violent wind, crushing the fires one by one.

There was a strange laugh in the air, the black sun swelled again, and a large ball of flame roared down like a burning meteorite, and there were horned scale claws poking out of it, and the thick body like a long snake meandered and swam, with an earth-shattering long groan, the huge and hideous black dragon head finally revealed its true face, and the dragon was shocking!

"Real Dragon?" Yun Zheng said in shock: "This dragon is powerful...... It can't be a real dragon!"

The image of the dragon often appears in carvings, paper and other places, and there was even a cockroach with the blood of a dragon under the ground of the Eastern Wasteland, and it is not difficult to see the evil dragon, and even many spells will simulate the form of the dragon, but the real dragon, it can be said that few people in the world have seen it with their own eyes.

Yun Zheng froze his mind, and then denied: "Impossible, how can the true dragon be controlled by our cultivation." ”

Liu Qinghuan waved the pen of reincarnation, and one by one the monstrous waves flew up, submerging the huge flames that fell from above, and took the time to reply: "It's not wrong to say that it is a real dragon, have you forgotten the legend about the sun candle, it is the incarnation of the yang in the yin and yang, and it is also called the holy beast, which is said to be able to incarnate all the divine beasts and fierce beasts in the world." The real sun candlelight no longer exists in the world, but their Yao family may have created some kind of transformation magic power through bloodline inheritance. ”

At this time, the black dragon had already circled in the sky with great power, and after careful inspection, he found that the sideburns on his head were actually fiery red, exactly the same color as Yao Xie's hair...... Its sturdy tail flicked and swooped down!

Yun Zheng suddenly laughed proudly: "Okay, then let me meet this real dragon!"

As he spoke, the earth-shattering sword intent exploded and suddenly rose to an extreme, and Dao frost marks appeared out of thin air around his body, as if a blue-white ice lotus bloomed in the void, wrapping Yun Zheng's body, and the human sword was one, rushing to the sky!

The black dragon in the air snorted, as if mocking Yun Zheng's indiscretion, and waved his claws carelessly, opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of hot dragon breath.

The ice lotus suddenly burst open, and thousands of lotus petals turned into thousands of sword light canopies and shot out, forcibly and domineeringly dispersing the spilled flames, revealing a azure cloud white sword intent inside, crossing a graceful trajectory to bypass the front of the dragon's head, and slashing the dragon's neck!

Take the sword one day, repair the sword every day, realize the sword every year, the way of the sword, the edge!

Nothing is cut, nothing is broken!

Sword cultivation must not only be judged by the realm, most of their cultivation is concentrated on the sword that is connected to their souls, the sword is in the people, and the sword destroys the person.

And Yun Zheng has combined his own spiritual root, physique and sword in harmony, and has already stepped out of his own sword path, even in the face of opponents far higher than himself, he dares to fight with his sword!

"Bang!"

In the next moment, Yao Xie had learned a lesson from his momentary arrogance, and the extremely sharp sword light swirled past his neck, the angle was tricky, the momentum was fierce, and the steaming blood immediately gushed out.

"Whoa~"

The black dragon was in pain, and shook his head suddenly, and while the scales were tightened, the dragon claws were already whistling out, but the wisp of sword light was agile and ethereal, and it was separated as soon as it was touched, and it was dozens of zhang away in an instant, and after landing, it turned back into Yun Zheng himself.

"Hahaha!" Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing, and was very proud after he succeeded: "Don't think that if you turn into a big worm, I can......'t help it!"

He suddenly turned around suddenly, and the sword in his hand slashed into the void behind him with lightning speed!

"Ahh

There was a miserable scream, but it was the old man with the broken arm who wanted to raid again, but he was recognized again, but this time his luck was not so good, and the ice blue sword passed directly through his chest.

Yun Zheng slapped his other hand on his heavenly spirit and sneered: "It's up to you, you still want to kill me?"

It's just that he delayed, but the black dragon had already chased after him, and the bulging dragon's eyes flashed with evil intent......