Zhongxi Hou rode the wind, and the black slender figure became clearer and clearer, and it was really a black dragon. This black dragon is very different from the golden dragon transformed by the haunting song moves, although it has the same dragon head and dragon horns, dragon scales and dragon tail, and sharp four claws, but the turbulent domineering energy emitted by this black dragon is difficult to have in the golden dragon transformed by the haunting song moves.

The black dragon also saw the person flying up, and the swimming snake jumped in front of Zhong Xihou, and a pair of protruding dragon eyes glared at Zhong Xihou.

Just above this sky, the tiny orange-clothed swordsman and the huge black dragon are like a picture of a brave dragon fighter. Without waiting for Zhong Xihou to speak, the black dragon spoke first, and the breath from the shop made the air flow in the sky begin to be chaotic, and Zhong Xihou also spent a lot of energy to stabilize his body.

"Mortal junior, how dare you come to this high altitude to face this seat!"

The distance was so close, the voice of the black dragon's desolate beast was like a bell, and it shook Zhongxi Hou's ears. Zhong Xihou had no choice but to let out goose yellow sword qi and wrap his whole body as a countervail.

Seeing Zhong Xihou exuding goose yellow sword qi, the black dragon mistakenly thought that he was provoking himself and prepared for a battle. Without waiting for Zhong Xihou to speak, a claw attacked, Zhong Xihou never expected that in the face of danger, the instinctive long sword came out of the sheath and "cut the air" opposite.

But listening to the "clanging" sound of metal intersecting, Zhong Xihou's body was slapped backwards for dozens of feet. Fortunately, if you are in the air, you don't have to worry about hitting anything, as long as you are not injured, you will eventually stop flying farther.

Zhongxihou was about to speak, when he saw the black dragon roaring and flying, a body whirling, and the dragon's tail swept over. Zhong Xihou was depressed, this black dragon was a fool, and he couldn't listen to others' explanations first. Knowing that using "slashing" again would only be swept away again, Zhongxi Hou was heartbroken, and urged to use the move of taking the head of the enemy general in the army of ten thousand troops, "Flying Dragon Patrol Eight Desolations".

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Zhong Xihou not retreating but advancing, and the black dragon also found it interesting, and the power of the dragon tail added another three points. The tail dragon scales are jagged, like a hacksaw, if it is swept away, I am afraid that it will really be divided. Knowing that this might be the case, Zhong Xihou still held his sword and rushed forward.

Meeting, stalemate, no one retreats.

Then the two sides unloaded their forces together, retreated, and confronted each other from a distance.

The black dragon looked at Zhong Xihou in surprise, and Zhong Xihou's right hand trembled slightly, gasping for breath, and the back that the black dragon couldn't see was already oozing sweat.

"Listen to me, perhaps?"

The words finally came out, but the black dragon seemed to be deliberately provoking Zhong Xihou, and it roared again, still sweeping with the dragon's tail. This time, Zhong Xihou didn't dare to take it hard, and directly unloaded the power of the wind, and his body fell sharply. It fell for more than thirty feet, and then it was once again urged to levitate in the air.

When he returned to his original height, a black shadow flickered, and the head of the black dragon appeared less than a foot away from him. Being stared at by such a behemoth like this, Zhong Xihou really felt a chill down his spine. He, a worldly martial artist, known as a figure unparalleled in the world, was panicked and fearful at this moment.

But it was useless to be afraid, Zhong Xihou took a few breaths, the blood in the blood vessels surged, and the person was also a lot more excited at once. In this way, it is indeed a little more faithful.

"Listen to me, perhaps?"

In exchange, there was a roar, and the powerful wind mixed with the black dragon's saliva sprayed towards Zhongxihou. Zhong Xihou crossed his arms to protect his face, and when the roar was over, his arms were in pain, and his hair and clothes were almost completely soaked with black dragon saliva.

The black dragon spoke again, the voice was still the same, Zhongxi Hou was afraid that it would be swept again, so he had to endure the torture brought to his ears by the sound of the Hong Zhong, and he was stunned that he did not emit goose yellow sword qi to resist.

"Mortal junior, you have the breath of the Mo family on your body. People of the Mo family, don't be trusted!"

Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, the breath of the Mo family, and then remembered that he had only been with the little junior brother for a long time half a day ago, and he couldn't help but get some of the breath of the little junior brother. Zhong Xihou also couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this behemoth in front of him is a black dragon or a black dog?

"Lonely is not a person of the Mo family, the master respects Yan Xiao, and he is an immortal ······"

Before Zhong Xihou finished speaking, the black dragon did not sweep his tail, and directly opened his blood basin and bit it, the sharp dragon teeth were comparable to one sharp sword after another, if they were penetrated, they would really die in an instant.

Zhongxi Hou's method was tried and tested repeatedly, and once again he unloaded his ability to resist the wind, and his body fell rapidly again. The black dragon was stunned, and his anger swelled up, vowing to shatter this orange-robed mortal.

Zhong Xihou also knew that evading the defense was not a long-term solution after all, and he could only be himself in the end after such a two-phase consumption. Adjusted his body and listened to the rain sword raised, which was also the move of taking the head of the enemy general in the ten thousand armies, "Feiyan returns to the nest late"!

The black dragon's body was huge, and Zhong Xihou was really small in front of him, just in the blind spot of his vision, and he was stunned and not discovered. When listening to the tip of the rain sword piercing into the jaw of the black dragon, the black dragon and Zhong Xihou had different ideas.

Zhong Xihou was happy in his heart, and finally hurt this black dragon. And the black dragon is also happy in his heart, and this joy is ridicule and disdain. After a few gaps, Zhongxi Hou swept away with joy, and his brows furrowed slightly. Gently put the sword, listening to the tip of the rain sword, there was no blood, and looking at the position of the black dragon's jaw, the dragon scales moved, making a "rustling" sound.

Didn't the sword just now just stab in the middle of the two dragon scales, but it looked like it was three points into the flesh? Between the two dragon scales, shouldn't it be the soft flesh of the dragon? Just listen to the rain, even the move of "Feiyan Returning to the Nest Late" and so on, which gathers the whole body to gather a little bit of cultivation on the tip of the sword, can't hurt him, even a scratch.

It's a pity, it's a pity, it's been a long time since he has encountered such a helpless opponent, and Zhongxi Hou was stunned when he was fighting for his life. The black dragon would care whether the other party was mentally concentrated, and swept it directly with one claw. It was also a physical instinct, Zhong Xihou's body dodged, but the wind of the dragon claw was too strong, and the wind it brought up was like a blade, directly cutting his clothes, and even leaving three blood marks on Zhong Xihou's chest. The flesh was flipped open, and blood gushed out.

Fortunately, there are no bones exposed, and there is no need to worry about the internal organs being exposed.

Zhong Xihou hurriedly retreated, and the goose yellow sword qi protected the wound. Zhong Xihou slashed the middle index finger of his left hand on the body of the Tingyu Sword again, smeared the ice water with both fingers, and then flicked it lightly, mixing the ice water into the goose yellow sword qi. There is no mistake

The goose yellow sword qi transported the ice water little by little into the three blood marks, and the heart-wrenching pain in an instant made Zhong Xihou snort, and his sideburns were covered with fine sweat. If you are scratched again, I am afraid that you will not die or be disabled.

"I want to ask you, I can see ······"

The black dragon attacked several times, but he was either hard-to-hard, or he was dodged, and he was really annoyed by the fact that he was not killed in one hit. This mundane mortal is chattering again, and the monks chant the same words side by side, which makes him even more upset.

The black dragon swept out a claw again, and had already been hit by an attack once, Zhong Xihou had a little experience this time, and knew how to grasp the arc of the dodge.

Ideas are ideas, and if you want to realize this idea, the most important thing is the strength to match. Zhongxihou's strength is not bad, and it is even terrifyingly strong. But his terrible is only for the world, and what he is facing now is the black dragon in front of him. Zhong Xihou didn't dodge that claw after all, but fortunately, the wound was much shallower this time.

Even though the new wound was shallow, the pain was still there, not to mention that the new wound on the chest overlapped with the previous wound. The original wound was sealed with ice water, and it was destroyed all at once, and the pain in the heart struck again.

Zhong Xihou's hand began to tremble, his right hand was still tightly holding the Tingyu Sword, and his left hand wanted to wipe some more ice water on the Tingyu Sword, but his hand trembled badly, because of the pain, he felt that his strength was about to be drained. Blood continued to pour out of the wound, and Zhong Xihou's Chuangcun began to turn white, and looking at his complexion, such dark skin turned white. It's a pity, it's a pity, it's that bloodless whiteness.

Seeing that Zhong Xihou was almost out of resistance, the black dragon opened his mouth again, ready to break the corpse in one bite. But when his dragon mouth closed again, he couldn't help but wonder, because he bit empty again.

Then, he felt a powerful sword aura, as if he had emptied the atmosphere of heaven and earth. The black dragon adjusted his body and turned back slowly. When he saw the man in front of him, his heart trembled, as if he had seen death.

I saw a boy suspended in the air, and Zhong Xihou was lying on top of a white cloud. Zhong Xihou had already passed out, but he was stunned that he had no strength and lost consciousness, and the Listening to the Rain Sword in his hand was still tightly held.

The boy spoke, and his voice was so ugly, hoarse and dry, that he said, "Little black worm, we haven't seen each other for seven hundred years, right?"

The black dragon naturally knew that this appearance and this sound were all illusory, and they were conjured up at random by the terrifying guy who killed the gods. But the black dragon can be sure that the boy in front of him is the little overlord who killed the gods back then, because the king's breath and the god-killing breath on his body cannot be erased, and no one can imitate it.

"Light, light, light, light. ”

The originally strong, even domineering black dragon actually bowed his head like a slave at this moment, and although his voice was still like a bell, he could easily hear the respect and fear in his tone.

It is not someone else who incarnates as a boy, it is Yan Xiao's second disciple who hides the blade under the pseudonym, and his destiny is called the bottom light.

"A pot of wine, a ten-step song, a hundred years of solitary shadow!"

The words fell, and the appearance of the boy gradually changed. The body gradually elongated, and finally appeared a young man who looked to be about twenty years old and handsome and heroic. Although he looks like a young man, his long hair is as white as snow, and with the white clothes that blow in the wind, he is really like the rumored wine sword poet fairy surnamed Li.

Elegant, chic.

"Little Black Worm, haven't you always wanted to seek revenge from your master? What's the matter, just when you see me, you're so afraid?"

In the face of the provocation and ridicule of the bottom light, the black dragon did not dare to refute. Black light emanated from the black dragon's body, and its figure began to change, and finally the black dragon also turned into a human form.

The person transformed by the black dragon was dressed in a black robe, looking beautiful, and the face and eyebrows were somewhat similar to Mo Ming's lingering song.

One white cloud after another gathered at the feet of the two, and the white cloud where Zhongxi Hou was lying was also falling, merging into the white cloud continent. The person transformed by the black dragon knelt on one knee, his voice was respectful, and said, "Tianji doesn't dare." ”

"Haha, hahaha, sure enough, you still remember your own name. Since you remember your name, then you are still the sword spirit of the Mo family. As a sword spirit of the Mo family, how can you attack the Mo family and people related to the Mo family?"

The person turned into a black dragon clenched his fists, helplessly, in the face of absolute strength, he became an ant after all.

"The people of the Mo family, the heavens don't dare, and the center ······ during the day"

At the mention of the word "Bai Baishu", the bottom light immediately said "um", and with this majesty, the person transformed by the black dragon immediately stopped his mouth.

"The misunderstanding back then is still difficult to solve, I thought that hundreds of years later, you would be sober and dissipate your anger. I never expected that your mere sword spirit could achieve the cultivation of the gods, which is also rare. If the person you hate wants to kill you, they can wipe you out sooner rather than later, how can they give you the opportunity to cultivate to such a state?"

The word is this word, and the reason is this reason. But when hatred is remembered, there is no right or wrong in the world.

"I know you've seen my brother, and he can skin you cramps, and so can I. If you devote yourself to cultivation and think about it carefully, I will come back to you in a hundred years and ask you whether hatred is right or wrong. ”

The person transformed by the black dragon didn't have time to speak, only to see that the body of the bottom light did not move, but six long swords transformed by light appeared in front of him. The long swords flew towards him, piercing his limbs, his heart, and even his eyebrows. Later, the person transformed by the black dragon was like a marionette, unable to move on his own.

His body flew westward, and the direction he pointed to was naturally the Tianshui Villa of the Mo family in Namo County.