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The sword is arrogant, arrogant, and understands the way of the sword in life and death.

When encountering a strong person, then it will explode ten times and a hundred times the battle spirit, and the stronger it will be.

As long as Jian Ao does not die, miracles will always happen to him.

He was such a very strange person, a man who lived by the sword and could die for the sword.

It was precisely because Ye Feng understood Jian Ao that he respected Jian Ao very much.

The two have not seen each other for a long time, but they have become tacit and know each other.

In the course of life, everyone will meet the person who feels that they are their own when they look at it.

In addition to confidantes, there are also confidantes with blue faces.

Tang Thirteen is his brother, so is Ling Xue Ya, and Jian Ao is a confidant.

Brothers and confidants can sometimes be juxtaposed, but sometimes they are a little different.

It's a wonderful view.

Ye Feng didn't stop the Sword Proud Rain Dragon battle at the beginning.

Because he knew that the sword path of Jian Ao was the way of life and death.

The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

Of course, this sword is not a sword that can be seen, but a sword of the heart.

Even if the sword in his hand is broken, but the heart sword does not die, and the heart sword continues, then this person can still fight.

The way of the sword, the sword is born and the sword dies, all in one thought.

Every time there is a big breakthrough between life and death, a big insight, and a big opportunity, Jianao chooses this path.

He is not alone, a man who lives by the sword, and the sword is his companion and his lover.

When he chose this path, he had already thought very clearly.

Jian Ao looked at Aolong, a very powerful man, his eyes were full of endless burning emotion.

This is the will to fight.

Aolong was a little surprised, it was really surprised, it emanated from the heart.

He had never seen a person who was so fearless of himself, a person who was able to stand up and fight against himself despite the great disparity in strength.

He's just a cultivator at the beginning of the Tribulation!

No, it's not the early stage of the Tribulation.

Aolong's eyes suddenly turned cold, when he met him just now, this person was still in the early stage of the tribulation.

But after fighting with himself, he should have been on the verge of death and dying, but he realized his sword path between his body and death, and thus broke through to the middle of the tribulation.

The current sword pride is a mid-tribulation cultivation.

He is stronger than before, and he is prouder than before.

"What's your name?" Auron didn't want to know the other party's name, because in his opinion, if he could easily die in front of him, he didn't deserve to let his name know at all.

He killed many strong men under his command, but there were very few people who could leave their names.

And this time, it was Aolong who took the initiative to ask Jian Ao.

This young man, he felt very curious, and he also felt awe-inspired, such a person is a talent.

Talent, especially for someone of his noble status, is in great demand.

Therefore, he has a little love for talent.

He was going to ask for Jian Ao's name.

Seeing Aolong asking himself, Jian Aolong's eyes shrank slightly, and in a tone that can be called arrogant, he slowly said to the other party: "My name is Jian Ao, Proud of Sword Lingyun, your name is Aolong, I know, but I am more proud than you, and I will be stronger than you." ”

As he spoke, Jian Ao's waist straightened and his head was raised higher.

The battle intent in his eyes was even stronger than before.

His sword, the blue sword, was held in the palm of his hand like an ocean, and at this time Jian Ao felt as if he had mastered an ocean.

He is the king of the sea.

Aolong smiled, but it was a sneer.

No one has ever dared to be so rude to himself, so he instantly closed his previous love for talent.

If you can't use the talent for yourself, then you don't call it talent, but call it an enemy.

There is always only one way to deal with the enemy, so that he cannot speak.

Kill him!

"You're very good, but you're destined to be unlucky today, are you jealous of talent? Hehe, I'll do this day, what do you think?"

Although he was asking about Jian Ao, Ao Long had already made a move.

His hands glowed purple and were dragon claws.

The palm stretched out, instantly becoming a length and width of several hundred meters, and then turned into a claw, but scales grew on the arm.

Purple scales, under the void, under the sun, shimmered and scorched, dazzling.

He himself is a demon beast, that is the king of the demon clan of the demon domain, he is the existence of the Seven Heavens, and he can fight with Xiang Yu and Shura Ancestor.

He couldn't figure out who could use his mid-tribulation cultivation against him when he used five points of strength.

Yes, he admitted that he underestimated this sword pride at first.

Therefore, the attack he swung at the beginning was only two percent of his own strength.

If these two percent are for other people, of course, they can easily let the other party die, and their souls will be bombarded into scum.

But Jian Ao didn't.

He can't make any more mistakes, he's going to kill this guy.

Auron is also self-confident, a strong person, and generally very confident.

He was confident that fifty percent of his strength would definitely be able to kill a monk who had just broken through the middle stage of the Tribulation.

No matter how wicked he is, no matter how much God favors him, he will surely deprive him of everything, including his pride.

Fifty percent of the dragon's strength is turned into a claw.

Purple claws, when they flew in, the entire void twisted.

The space shattered, and then entered the claws.

The purple claws carried purple flames, and everything around them burned up, including space.

Although the place where Jian Ao was standing was a hundred meters away from the purple claw.

But he had already sensed and felt the terrifying power coming from this claw.

The terrifying killing intent that came.

His hair danced wildly, and his clothes rattled.

It's just that the sword in his hand didn't move.

A tornado erupted behind him.

When the purple claws were still fifty meters away from him, another tornado appeared behind Jian Ao.

His hand remained unmoved.

But his shirt moved, and it was completely torn with a bang.

The breath on this dragon's claw had already made all living beings within fifty meters feel the shock, panic and destruction.

With a snort, a paw print appeared on Jian Ao's body.

The paw prints stabbed into his copper-colored body, leaving five paw prints, but nothing more.

It can't make Jian Ao's skin split, let alone make Jian Ao bleed.

The purple claws continued to move forward.

Twenty meters in progress.

Twenty meters is just a blink of an eye, no, faster than the blink of an eye.

Ye Feng, who was standing in the sky, felt that this matter could not be described by time.

It can only be fast, very fast, very fast.

Poof, Jian Ao's clothes disappeared completely, turned into powder, and his hair was cut in half.

A paw print appeared on his chest again.

Only this time, the breath and paw print power were much stronger than before.

The closer you are, the more damage you do.

The paw prints on Jian Ao's body were embedded in his skin, and blood was already flowing out of his life.

One by one, a total of five.

But in the blink of an eye, five became ten, and ten became twenty.

Suddenly, Jian Ao no longer waited, he was no longer silent, he raised his head, and his eyes burst out with infinite killing intent. Infinite sword intent emanated from his chest, from his legs, from his feet, and even from his whole body.

The reason why he didn't move was because he had been accumulating strength.

He wants to let his sword intent reach the peak state, let his tenacity reach the peak moment, and let his strength be condensed.

In the place of each other was the blue sword in his hand.

This sword, scattering blue light, is like an endless ocean.

His body took a step back, then jerked forward, stopping where it had been.

The sword in his hand was already raised.

In an instant, Ye Feng, who was standing in the void, felt that the power of the entire void around him was taken by his sword pride.

Completely condensed in his sword.

This sword, endless blue, Ye Feng felt as if he had entered an ocean.

His eyes flashed, and Jian Ao's sword had been cut out.

Collided with the purple claws.

Heaven and earth are filled with two colors, half blue and half purple.

The sword of Jian Ao successfully pierced into the center of the claw.

And the claw also completed its mission, successfully hitting Jian Ao's body.

They have all fulfilled their mission.

The dragon's claws shattered, and from the center of the palm, cracks appeared, densely packed, and if you want to measure it by numbers, it is estimated that it is impossible to count it clearly, and it can be said.

Because this claw looks the size of a small hill, but in fact it is comparable to a world.

This is naturally a fusion of the power of the Aolong space.

With a bang, the purple dragon's claws turned into nothingness.

At the same time, there was the sound of a broken sword.

Poof.

Jian Ao's body flew upside down for thousands of meters and smashed into a piece of land, and a thousand-meter-deep crater appeared on the ground.

Smoke and dust billowed out, sword qi was turbulent, and aura and demonic qi were chaotic.

The space crackled.

Ye Feng stood in the void and still didn't come out because he was waiting for a miracle.

Jian Ao is a person who can create miracles, and he can create miracles all the time.

Jian Ao, I believe in you, and I, Ye Feng, believe in you.

Ye Feng muttered at the corner of his mouth, muttered in his heart, his whole body was trembling, his eyes were also red, and his breathing was a little short.

He stared at the kilometer of potholes, hoping to see a miracle.

Jian Ao, hurry up and climb out.

However, Ye Feng found himself waiting for a while, ten breaths, and no one in the pit crawled out.

The broken sword, lying outside the pit, without a trace of brilliance.

The hilt of the sword is probably held in the hand of Jian Ao.

Immediately, Ye Feng saw that Aolong moved.

The dragon stepped on purple boots and stepped through the void.

As he walked on the ground, there were whirlwinds and puffs of smoke and dust on the ground, and the mountains and the earth around him were slowly trembling, and finally cracked.

Aolong's eyes were filled with endless pride, and there was also a hint of pride.

He must have thought to himself, Jian Ao, you are just a little monk, you are just a genius who was killed by me.

Haha, I'm a dragon who specializes in killing geniuses.

He walked two hundred meters in front of the pit in a few steps.

Aolong bent down, stretched out his palm, and picked up the broken sword lying on the ground without any brilliance.

Ye Feng's eyes shrank suddenly, and he saw that a crack appeared in the palm of Aolong's outstretched hand, and blood burst out from it.

Ye Feng could also see that Aolong's entire palm was trembling.

Blood also flowed from his arms.

Auron was wounded.

Jian Ao, you are indeed Jian Ao!

Ye Feng sighed.

But now Jian Ao has not come out, and he can't let Ao Long enter the deep pit.

Once the dragon entered the deep pit, what it would mean, Ye Feng could imagine with his toes.

It means that Jian Ao will not even have the last hope, and there will be no final miracle.

Probably, Jian Ao is already dead inside.

But it could also be that he was reborn!

Therefore, Ye Feng shot down from the void.

His body is the same as his confidant Jian Ao, which is also tall and powerful.

It's just that the arrogance in Ye Feng's eyes is not as much as that of the sword.

Or, the sparkle in his eyes can be explained by indifference.

Ye Feng is not a very proud person, of course, he has his own pride, but his pride is not in the aspect.

The dragon suddenly stopped.

He looked at Ye Feng in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.

Only then, the dragon's eyes suddenly shrank.

He stopped, and continued to walk forward.

It only took three steps, Ye Feng estimated that this proud dragon would be able to appear in front of him.

His hands were clenched, and purple brilliance had emerged, and the dragon had murderous intent towards him.

There was also a look of pride and anger in his eyes, but a hint of contempt was essential.