The evil dragon was already in a very unhappy mood after spitting out the dragon balls, although he could always escape, but he still wanted to kill these small insects in his eyes, but now his body was too large and became their target, roaring, the dragon's body suddenly began to shrink, and in the exclamation of everyone, he became a young man in black, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and a spear in his hand shone even brighter.

The black-clothed young man said angrily: "You forced me, no one wants to leave the snow mountain alive today." ”

Everyone stopped attacking, and everyone could feel that the strength of the evil dragon transforming into a black-clothed boy had actually reached a higher level.

When everyone was surprised, the black-clothed young man suddenly raised his gun, and appeared next to an elder of the Ice Clan in the blink of an eye, the spear pierced his head, the elder screamed sadly, and Yuan Ying struggled to come out on his head, the black-clothed young man showed a cruel smile, stretched out his right hand and pulled Yuan Ying out, Qiao Yuan seemed to be extremely frightened, and trembled in his hands.

The people of the Ice Clan reacted first and rushed forward to rescue, and the black-clothed young man turned around and suddenly roared.

"Whew!!"

The sound drove a strong air wave, and the people of the Ice Clan collided first, flying away into the distance like a kite with a broken route, although Dongfang Aoki held on for a moment, he still couldn't resist, and the last one flew backwards unsteadily.

In the roar of the black-clothed young man, snow suddenly fell on the snowy mountain, and it instantly became a goose-feather-like snow, the black-clothed young man licked his lips, looked at the pleading Yuan Ying in his hand, devoured him in one bite, and then stared at the rest of the people with golden eyes.

Qingli Zhenren shouted angrily, the flying sword in his hand suddenly shone with a powerful light, and in the heavy snow, his face showed an extremely quiet expression, and his eyes looked coldly at the black-clothed young man who changed from the evil dragon, and said word by word: "Spirit Sword Imperial Sword Technique!"

Instantly, the wind was blowing, and the people around Qingli Zhenren couldn't help but hide backwards, the black-clothed young man showed a solemn look, the spear in his hand slowly straightened, and Crazy Dongfang said: "Who are you? Who are you?"

Qingli Zhenren's sword technique did not stop, and the air around him seemed to be frozen, "Poor Dao Qingh, Wuyi Zhenren is the predecessor of this sect." ”

The golden eyes of the black-clothed young man showed a faint nostalgia, and he quickly disappeared into invisibility, and said loudly: "For the sake of Wuyi's face, you can take your people away, today I just want to settle accounts with the people of the Ice Clan." ”

Qingli Zhenren shook his head slightly, and his tone was slow but firm: "Your Excellency's kindness Qingli is heartfelt, but the spirit sword is not greedy for life and afraid of death. ”

The black-clothed young man flashed with anger, and said hatefully: "I don't know what's wrong, Wu Yi didn't hurt me when he used the sword technique in the Tianguang Period, do you think you can hurt me with your current cultivation?"

Qingli Zhenren smiled: "Just do your best." ”

After finishing speaking, the flying sword in the distance suddenly turned into a golden dragon, and the golden dragon seemed to be alive, roaring towards the black-clothed boy.

Surprise flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed young man, and the spear was already fighting with the golden dragon as soon as it was tightened.

Qingli Zhenren has exhausted all his strength, although he only has the cultivation of the late stage of Xuanguang, but the Spirit Sword Imperial Sword Technique has already reached the ninth layer, and the evil dragon has already consumed a lot of physical strength, so it is not so easy for the evil dragon to break through the Qingli Zhenren's Imperial Sword Technique.

The black-clothed young man was furious in his heart, although he wasted his physical strength by transforming into a human form, but his movements were a lot more flexible, he originally wanted to break the people in front of him one by one, but since he was entangled by the real man of the hedge, what made him most angry was that the flying sword of the real man of the hedge actually conjured up a dragon to deal with him, which was a great contempt for him, and the oriental qi of the real dragon clan made him gradually lose his mind, and there was only one thought left in his mind to kill someone.

Although it is an illusion dragon, it is no different from a real dragon, the black-clothed young man dodged away from the golden dragon, threw the spear out with both hands, and drew an arc in the sky.

The black-clothed young man smiled, his body suddenly turned around the golden dragon, and soon a black shadow appeared on the golden dragon, because his speed was too fast, the golden dragon was actually entangled by him, Qingli Zhenren saw this, and hurriedly controlled the golden dragon in the hope that he could break free, at this moment, the spear suddenly turned around, and penetrated the golden dragon's dragon head, as the golden dragon turned back into a flying sword and fell to the ground, Qingli Zhenren also spit blood because of his mental injury, Qing Ming Zhenren saw it on the side, and hurriedly supported him, and handed him a spirit sword characteristic pill at the same time.

The frustration of Qingli Zhenren made everyone feel cold, this evil dragon is too powerful, especially the defense of one body is not something that everyone can break through at all, from the beginning to the present, it is only a short time, they have killed more than 20 people, and many have been injured, among which Master Jingwu and Qingli Zhenren have obviously lost their combat effectiveness.