The dragon groaned for a while, so that the ferry passengers only felt that the world was turned upside down in their minds. Not because of seasickness, but vomiting non-stop. This is the innate Great Dao Divine Power of the Jiaolong species, which can be said to be a unique suppression. For demon beasts with lower bloodlines, as well as cultivators with low realms, it is a countermeasure.

It's just that Zhuge Chen is not affected by this, he still blocks the waves with one sword and one sword, and hands out a sword to cut open his own small world, in case he is taken advantage of by the dragon hidden underwater. On top of that, he hid the Gap Flying Sword behind his wrist in case he needed it. In case these dragons lose their hearts, they have to be foolproof.

"Sword cultivation?" one of the Jiaolong urns laughed angrily: "It happened thousands of years ago, and now that you mention it, do you think there is still a threat at all?" In this world today, there are a lot of sword cultivators, which can be regarded as entering the house...... You're barely one. As for the rest, you and I know very well, not much. Killing you today will solve another hidden danger?"

"What a big tone!" Zhuge Chen squinted his eyes and said softly.

These dragon species, in addition to their innate arrogance, are full of indifference to their own race. I think they are born to be honored between heaven and earth, and they need to accept worship from all directions. It's a pity that only true dragons can do this, and these dragons with mixed blood and blood are not worthy of it at all. It can only be said that there is no prince's life, but he wants to enjoy the prince's blessings.

As soon as Bai Yi's words fell, a dragon claw reached towards him, and it was just below him, as if it wanted to kill him with one blow. It's a pity that Zhuge Chen, who had been on guard for a long time, just moved slightly, and the flying sword cut off that claw. And he also took this opportunity to make his figure disappear with the speed of the white horse, and came to the top of the dragon's head. As the cold light on the rubber pillar sword appeared, he fell from the sky and pierced the head of the Jiaolong head.

Seeing that he was dressed in white and stained with blood, Zhuge Chen just stretched out his hand and dusted it, not caring about the terrifying corrosiveness of Jiaolong's blood. After all, his white clothes are also small. It is the Jinling made by the Zhuge family who is the best at weaving in the whole heaven, and it is made by eight thousand textile women who work hard day and night, and it consumes countless treasures in the meantime. Don't say that it is dragon blood, even if it is true dragon blood, it cannot be eroded.

Seeing the death of their fellow clansmen, those dragons were furious and roared and rushed towards Zhuge Chen. Counting them carefully, there are nearly thirty. It was a horrific picture for anyone on the ferry.

"It's just a long worm, and you want to be a real dragon?!" Zhuge Chen said loudly, stepping on the long river of stars and walking away. At the same time, he also wants to steal the foundation of the mountains and rivers here with Taoist secret methods.

It stands to reason that there are countless dragon species near Qianlong Beach, and this place should be under their control for thousands of years. But it was only the arrogance of the dragon species that gave Zhuge Chen a chance.

As the strands of qi entered Bai Yi's body, he only felt that his realm was rising and he was about to step into the realm of the Ultimate Dao. But just as he immediately kicked out the door, the dragon had already broken through the gap defense and rushed to kill.

Zhuge Chen smiled lightly, not annoyed, but paused the storage of the qi machine, and said, "Next, whose head should I start chopping from?" He combined a sword finger, handed the sword and handed the sword again. Those dragons were within five feet of him, and they couldn't survive a breath.

At this moment, those Jiaolong, who had no one in their eyes, finally knew that the weak white-clothed young man standing in front of them was a powerful sword cultivator. It's just that this is not the reason for them to retreat, if they really want to go to land, they will definitely encounter a strong enemy much stronger than the white clothes. If you cower at this moment because of the death of your own clan, what else can you talk about breaking the thousand-year-old cage?

It's so lonely for them to be here. I am in the deep ditch all day long, and I don't see the sun when I look up. The darkness made Jiaolong's heart depressed. But because of the agreement that they didn't dare to disobey at all, they could only keep this matter in their hearts, and no one dared to mention it. But now it's completely different, the Lord has awakened and broken through. And the sword cultivator who had left them in Qianlong Beach with his own strength could not still stay in this world, so after some discussion, they would come out. To put it nicely, it's for freedom. If it is unpleasant, it is selfish desires.

The sound of breaking wind hit, Zhuge Chen subconsciously held his sword in front of him, but even so, he still took ten steps back under the impact. You must know that now he can be regarded as half of a Zhen Dao realm cultivator, and as for the killing power, he is firmly in the Great Zhen Dao. Coupled with his physique, which is not weak in itself, the Jiaolong that can force him back will only be a genuine Great Zhen Dao realm.

In fact, he has always had a guess in his heart, that is, the Lord in Jiaolong's mouth, which may not be the real saint realm. It is very likely that with the help of the underwater array, the realm will break through the bottleneck.

But even so, it is not something that Zhuge can handle. However, he felt that since the Jiaolong clan wanted so much, then the lord would never show up. Unless he can kill one person and one sword above the clouds of Qianlong Beach.

However, in this case, under the Lord, the Jiaolong with the highest realm will only be the Great Zhen Dao realm. Just thinking that he would compete with such an existence and be separated from life and death, Zhuge Chen, who was a martial idiot by nature, felt more excited.

Straightening his waist, Zhuge Chen tied up his long hair fluttering in the wind, and every sword he handed out next would pursue the ultimate.

"Mere sword cultivator, how can you challenge the authority of our Jiaolong clan?" the Jiaolong said, "Send you to death, and bury your body in a deep ditch." Let you also experience what it means to be lonely forever!"

Zhuge Chen didn't answer him, but his figure had already moved forward, and Kunlun Taishan fell.

When mountains meet water, the former wins!

Thousands of waves are rising, but for the sake of the lives of the passengers on the ferry, Zhuge Chen has secretly supported the small world of mirrors. On a whim, he clenched his hands tightly, and crushed the two majestic peaks little by little. The earth is in the sky, and the sea falls with the rocks. There is also a cyan sword qi wrapped around, and every mountain rock can be regarded as a flying sword.

The dragon roared, and its claws slapped down, wanting to break the small world. But how could he break the second technique of drawing water with a bamboo basket? It was precisely because of his wrong judgment that he would miss the best opportunity to stop the mountain rock from falling. By the time it came to its senses, it was too late. The mountain rock and Haoran sword qi were inserted into the dragon's back together, making it howl in pain. The sound was miserable, like the sound of a whistle at sea.

However, the battle intent rising in Zhuge Chen's eyes became more and more vigorous, and before Jiaolong had time to breathe, he had already come with a rubber pillar sword in his hand. The goal was clear, and he hit one of the other party's eyes, laughed loudly at the same time, and said: "Aren't you clamoring to throw my body into the deep sea?

He kept waving the blade of the sword in his hand, watching the dragon's flesh and blood fly, as if he was intoxicated by it. The gentle white robe that was usually gone had disappeared, replaced by a crazy sword cultivator. Or rather, this is his original appearance, as a sword cultivator, it should be like this. In fact, if Jiaolong hadn't used all his strength to tear through the barrier of the small world, he wouldn't have fallen into such a situation. But one wrong step is a wrong step. was caught by the white clothes, and it was not a simple matter to win back a city.

What's more, at this moment, Zhuge Chen only felt that his sword qi was flowing, which was extremely smooth, and every sword move was a matter of course.

But just as he was about to kill Jiaolong, a voice suddenly sounded in his heart: "You kill it, I will kill you." ”

The next moment, the small world cast by the mirror flowers and water moon was completely shattered, Zhuge Chen looked not far away, and cold sweat broke out on his back. It was a complete suppression of the realm, it was unreasonable at all, and he was invincible. It seems that the lord of Qianlong Beach still didn't hold back in the end and chose to make a move.

Zhuge Chen smiled, stabilized his state of mind, blocked Jiaolong's transmission with sword qi, and said loudly: "Even if I let it go, will you let me go?" Or is it a passenger on the ferry? Everyone is not stupid, since they have torn their faces and said something good, it is actually useless." ”

After that, the sword in his hand fell, and the white clothes cut off a huge dragon head.

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The sea has returned to calm at this moment, but the sword qi in the clouds above his head is still not dissipating, and a stronger coercion has swept in, making the passengers have to worry. The wealthy merchants were urging the owner of the ship on the Great Stone Ridge to leave quickly, and any more time here would be an additional threat. They have too much money to dare to leave their lives here.

And the owner of the boat just shook his head slightly, not because he was worried about Zhuge Chen, nor because he didn't want to, but because he was really afraid that if there was any change in the ferry, the boat would be destroyed and killed in an instant.

Listening to the noisy voices around him, the shipowner sighed and said in his heart: "Sword Immortal, I don't know if there is a chance to meet you alone. After all, he was still more worried about the young man in white who spoke and drank without ambiguity. After all, he is fairy, but approachable.

At the stern of the ferry, there was a energetic old man coughing violently, and a young man beside him handed a glass of water with concern and asked, "Grandpa...... Are you alright?"

The two don't actually know each other, but they are young people with good hearts and can't see the bad things of others. What's more, handing over a glass of water is just a gesture.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Someone who is going to die, what is it to cough a few times, of course it's okay?" It's just that boy, are you interested, to be that cultivator? Although your talent is not good, in front of me, after remodeling, it is only a matter of time before you ascend to the False Saint." How, do you have any ideas?"

The boy shook his head, indicating that he did not understand what the old man was saying. Unexpectedly, the old man just laughed and touched the young man's hair. And at the time of this action, the strands of qi rushed into the young man's body like a surging river. Let the young man snort, only to feel warm and comfortable.