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In the sky, the golden dragon in front of him was still roaring, but at this moment, he could no longer see the slightest majesty and dignity, and a sense of despair permeated this space. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In this huge space, except for Zhao Zhijing, who had already broken his arm at this time, there was only the golden dragon whose claws were cut off and whose long tail was cut off. Neither of them can say who has grace, but only a thick depression and the pain that pierces the soul.

At this time, the original white robe like the clouds on the horizon had been shattered, and he was **** on his upper body, the golden scales were full of blood, and wounds of all sizes appeared on his body, and even the white bones under the muscles were exposed. But at this time, there was not the slightest look of pain on his face, and a tragic aura spread from his body.

With a pair of golden eyes, he stared straight at the golden dragon in the air at this time. At this moment, the golden dragon suddenly let out a loud roar in the sky, and once the sound resounded through the void like thunder, the few drifting clouds floating around suddenly shattered, and there was not a trace of it in sight.

In the midst of the golden dragon's roar, the huge mouth opened widely, and a huge suction force was suddenly generated, and the dragon tail that had fallen to the ground and the dragon claws that had been cut off before suddenly galloped towards the dragon's mouth from the ground. In Zhao Zhijing's eyes, the golden dragon had a huge mouth, and he swallowed the dragon tail and dragon claws into his abdomen. Suddenly, I saw that the golden light on the golden dragon was even more vigorous, and if there was a round of golden sun, Zhao Zhijing's eyes couldn't see how the golden dragon in the light cluster had changed.

But as the golden light became stronger, a huge aura emanated from it, a few points stronger than when the golden dragon was transformed, and suddenly a bad feeling suddenly rose in Zhao Zhijing's heart, as if a danger from the soul was constantly coming, and the next moment he was about to usher in this boundless danger.

The golden light continued to converge, and the sound of eggshells shattering kept coming, but at this time the sound became extremely loud, like thunder, and like a flood roaring.

The next moment what appeared in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes was a golden dragon true dragon more than ten zhang long, and the horns on its head became extremely sharp, sharper than a sharp sword. The broken jade that had already been cut by Zhao Zhijing, and the severed dragon tail and dragon claws appeared in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes again. It's just a lot smaller, but the aura on it is stronger and heavier than before.

At this moment, perhaps because he felt Zhao Zhijing's gaze, the golden dragon let out a long groan, his eyes shone with a fine light like stars, and when he swept it, his eyes suddenly cut through the void like a long sword, and suddenly Zhao Zhijing only felt that there was a huge mountain on his back, and the heavy pressure made him can't help but kneel.

Zhao Zhijing, who was enduring the heavy pressure, suddenly roared angrily and shouted: "If you want me to surrender under my own power, there is no door, today I will break through the cage of this space and witness the innate way." ”

In the shouting, Zhao Zhijing's body continued to become smaller, and the huge figure quickly turned into an ordinary body, the blood stains on his body disappeared without a trace, a white robe like clouds in the sky was draped on his body, and the long sword with a sheath on his waist made a crisp low sound with the breeze, and at this time he turned into the white-robed sword fairy like a fairy god in the past.

Zhao Zhijing in front of him did not have the breath of breaking through the world before, and a feeling of a breeze blowing and a trickle in the mountains emanated from his body. Compared to the golden dragon in front of him, Zhao Zhijing was just an ant at this moment, as if as long as the golden dragon spit out in one breath, it would blow Zhao Zhijing away.

Feeling the cold light in the golden dragon's eyes, Zhao Zhijing put his right hand on the hilt of the sword.

Ding! The long sword like purple jade suddenly came out of its sheath, and a purple sword light that was only three feet long flashed, and Zhao Zhijing was already standing with the sword in one hand. But the golden dragon let out a loud roar at this time, only to see a three-foot-long hole in its golden scale armor.

The stinging pain of the wound stimulated the nerves of the golden dragon, and the long sword that Zhao Zhijing pulled out casually, the sword light that stirred up, actually tore the scale armor of his divine soldier.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing not far away, the majestic eyes of the golden dragon were filled with blood, and suddenly the blood cloud spread out in the air, blocking the stars in the sky. In the blood clouds, blood-colored figures continued to appear, and terrible screams kept coming, Shura's roar, the screams of ghosts, and the figure of the hell blood sea appeared at this moment.

Looking at everything in front of him, a slight smile appeared on Zhao Zhijing's face, and the soul-devouring Shura Blood Sea in front of him seemed to have no effect on it. His eyes were blood-red, as if he was about to drip blood, and at this moment, he suddenly roared. The slender dragon body turned into a blood-colored giant sword more than ten zhang long, and suddenly slashed at Zhao Zhijing.

The blood was permeated, and the smile on Zhao Zhijing's face was still the same in the turmoil of wind and thunder. The cloud-like figure flashed, and a purple light streaked across the void from his fingertips.

The next moment, the whistling blood-colored giant sword had stopped in the air, and the golden dragon let out a terrible roar at this moment, only to see the golden dragon in the air at this time, the horns on his head that were as sharp as a long sword, were no longer there at this time, leaving only a short root.

Looking at Zhao Zhijing, who stopped his figure in the sky at this time, the long sword in his hand did not shine brightly, but only had a sword body like purple jade. Ignoring the long dragon roaring violently at this time, the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand waved, and suddenly a sword light as thin as silk flashed, and the blood cloud in the sky was torn apart by the sword light in the terrible sound, and the stars in the sky appeared in front of him again.

Zhao Zhijing's figure soared into the air, the long sword in his hand was swung out again, and a scorching hot breath spread, and a hundred-zhang golden crow raised its head and roared, igniting the blood cloud that did not dissipate in the air in the sky. The golden flame swayed, the blood cloud was constantly burned, the golden crow let out a long roar, dissipated in the air, and the blood cloud in the sky disappeared.

Looking at the golden dragon in the sky in the distance, Zhao Zhijing stepped out step by step with a long sword in one hand, and the crisp footsteps were like the war drums of the gods, beating in the heart of the golden dragon.

Zhao Zhijing, who stopped, raised the long sword in his hand and pointed directly at the golden dragon who was close at hand, with a faint smile on his face, the long sword did not shake at all, nor did he have the slightest long groan, but the golden dragon's eyes were full of fear. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing is an ordinary person with a sword, and he is also a god with a sword. A person who becomes a god because of the long sword in his hand is naturally the sword body. (To be continued.) )