Zhang Yang laughed loudly, kicked his legs, and flew into the air.

"The sword is coming!" with a burst of shouts, Xuanyuan Sword flew towards him obediently.

Holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, Zhang Yang had a feeling of wanting to vent to his heart's content.

"Boom"

A sword slashes horizontally, and a sword slashes diagonally.

The gray sword qi seemed to come from hell, and in an instant, the entire spirit weapon storehouse and the treasure pavilion outside the treasure house were affected by these two sword qi.

The aftermath of the explosion made Zhang Yang slightly sober.

At this moment, the dragon was already hiding in the corner and shivering.

Zhang Yangren was in mid-air, his fingers slid slightly, and a complex and solemn pattern appeared in the air.

The pattern hovered in the air for a while, and flew towards the dragon.

Seeing this, Jiaolong did not dodge.

"Buzz"

The pattern submerged into the dragon's body, and then the dragon's body kept changing, and finally turned into a black light and flew into the body of Xuanyuan Sword.

The machine spirit is complete!

Zhang Yang's heart was in a hurry, and he had already felt the presence of Jiaolong.

Although Jiaolong did not recognize him as the master, the Xuanyuan Sword was his artifact, and the Jiaolong was the instrument spirit of the Xuanyuan Sword, in disguise, he was also the master of the Jiaolong.

"Do you have a name?" Zhang Yang asked in his heart.

One man and one beast are already master and servant, and if you want to communicate, you only need to transmit the sound in your head, and you don't need to open your mouth at all.

"Of course, my name is Lord Shenlong!" Jiaolong said without shame.

"Cut, from now on, you will be called a ruffian snake. Zhang Yang said undoubtedly, not caring about Jiaolong's feelings.

"No, I'm a dragon, half a dragon. Jiaolong hurriedly argued, it hated the name "snake" the most.

"Why don't you call it the Ruffian Dragon?" Jiaolong cautiously suggested.

Although the ruffian dragon is hard to hear, it is better than the ruffian snake, there is one more dragon word.

"Uh......" Zhang Yang pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Then you will be called the Ruffian Dragon in the future." ”

The reason why it is called a ruffian dragon is entirely because this dragon is too narcissistic, and all Zhang Yangcheng wants to disgust it, otherwise this guy is too arrogant.

The entire Treasure Pavilion and its surroundings had been almost destroyed by the terrifying power of the two swords, but most of the treasures inside should still be intact.

These Zhang Yang are not in a hurry to think about it, just now he forcibly devoured the Yuan Shen of the Huanglong Dao people, and now he has not had time to digest it.

The Yuan Shen of the Huanglong Dao people was just erased by him, and at this moment, this Yuan Shen was like a super large energy body, which was stored in the just-condensed golden pill that was flaunted.

If not dealt with in a timely manner, accidents may also occur.

Zhang Yang calculated the time, he had been in Agni City for a day and a night, and there should still be time for him.

As for the fact that this place is quite safe, Zhang Yang sat cross-legged in the ruins of the ruined hall, his eyes closed, and began to work hard to digest this huge energy.

......

Ten Thousand Swords Gate, above the mountain gate.

It was already early morning at the moment, but the dozens of disciples in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had not slept all night.

"You traitors, following Hu Hansan, who suffered a thousand cuts, will definitely not end well. A disciple who was restrained said viciously.

The secret place of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate is an isolated place, and what happens inside is unknown to the outside world.

At this time, these disciples didn't know that Hu Hansan had already been cleaned up by Zhang Yang.

"Bang!"

One of the disciples who had been rebelled against before was a fierce kick to the person who spoke.

"When Deputy Sect Master Hu comes out of the dense ground, his cultivation will definitely make great progress, who will be the opponent of Deputy Sect Master at that time?" the kicker countered.

"Hmph, no one has been in the secret land for a thousand years, don't you know how dangerous it is? I'm afraid, your Deputy Sect Master Hu has already turned into a powerful ghost, right?"

"Yes, when the master of the door comes out, you see how you end!"

All the disciples said one after another.

As soon as the word "door master" came out, the scene was quiet for a while.

The Wanjian Gate is not connected, and now, there are only two masters in the entire Wanjian Gate.

One is Hu Hansan, who entered the secret land, and is the deputy master of the door.

One is the pillar of the entire Wanjianmen, and it is also the first day of the Wanjianmen in the past hundred years.

The peak of the middle stage of the Great Sword Cultivator, the master of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate is easy to cut off, and the pride of the entire Ten Thousand Swords Gate.

Wanjianmen can still stand tall in Yuzhou, 100% of the credit is easy to break the flow, he has led Wanjianmen for decades, and his prestige in Wanjianmen has long been deep-rooted.

Several disciples who were rebelled against couldn't help but tremble slightly in their legs when they thought of Yi Xuanliu's majestic face at this time.

"Blindly believe in Hu Hansan, are we wrong?" Several disciples who were rebelled against were secretly regretted.

"Boom!"

Just when the disciples were stunned, not far away, a strange thunderbolt pierced the sky from the west of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate.

All looked to the west.

I saw a middle-aged man in a black robe with fluttering clothes, holding a three-foot long sword, and the whole person stood in the air, like a god of war.

The sword eyebrows are inlaid on the cold eyes, the face is like a knife and an axe, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are slightly lifted, and the black-robed man's whole person exudes an invincible momentum in the world.

The sword light floats, and the thunder and lightning dance wildly.

Every time the black-robed man waved the divine sword in his hand, he had an earth-shattering momentum, and its power was so amazing that even the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who were miles away felt terrified at this time.

"The master of the door, the master of the door!"

"Look, that thunder and lightning, is this the legendary ground-level sword technique of my Ten Thousand Swords Gate, the Phantom Thunder Sword Technique?"

"It's not just the Phantom Thunder Sword Technique, the Sect Master's aura has improved, could it be that the Sect Master has broken through to the late stage of the Jiedan?"

The bound disciples were full of joy, and their eyes were full of admiration.

It is not a loss that it is the first day of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in a hundred years, and in just half a month of retreat, not only has he practiced the Phantom Thunder Sword Technique that no one has cultivated for a hundred years, but even his strength has broken through to the late stage of the Yudan.

This is the sword cultivation in the late stage of the Jiedan, and its strength is terrifying, unimaginable!

Invincible, so invincible!

Different from the ecstatic mood of the bound disciples lying on the ground, the few people who had been rebelled against before stood stupidly at this time, their faces were bloodless, and their faces were as ugly as if they had eaten, and a few of them were even scared to pee their pants.

Yi Xuan has accumulated power for a long time, and now with the power of breakthrough, where can these little disciples of them compete?

A few minutes later, there was still lightning and thunder behind Yi Xuanliu, but he put away the sword in his hand.

His eyes instantly penetrated several miles, and Yi Xuanliu looked at the disciples on the mountain gate and frowned slightly, he had already sensed the change in the door.

A dodge, easy to break the flow of volleys flew towards everyone.

"See the sect master, congratulations to the sect master for cultivating as a great advancement!" The disciples on the ground looked up at the figure in the sky that was easy to break the stream, their eyes full of worship and shock.

Yi Xuanliu stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes widened, and he looked at the people below.

Looking down from above, the dozens of people in front of him made him feel too small, which gave him an illusion, as if he was the master of this world, the emperor of this world, and the people below were just a group of ants to be stepped on.

Although he didn't spit out a word, after Yi Xuanliu appeared, the people underground felt a coercion that enveloped the heavens and the earth, and this momentum was suffocating!

This, could it be the strength of the sword cultivation in the late stage of the Jiedan?