"Yes, that's right!" Xuanyuan Yi replied, his voice was categorical, as if the two of them were not facing a dragon, but just a small loach. His eyes were staring at the dragon in front of him, and he even flashed a little excited.

"How did you get to this Buzhou Mountain, everyone has become abnormal. Sui Feng secretly felt that something was wrong, so he asked Xuanyuan Yidao: "Xuanyuan family master, what are you going to do?"

Xuanyuan Yi didn't move, as if he hadn't heard Suifeng's question. After a moment, he said firmly: "I want to try the liliang of the Xuanyuan Sword!"

Only then did the wind realize that the firmness that was still hidden on Xuanyuan Yi's plain face was so unshakable. Before, when facing Suzaku, not only did he summon the Xuanyuan Sword, but he also had the Saint Emperor's atmosphere, and even the Eight Directions Demon Dao also helped him. But even so, he still couldn't get the Suzaku at all. So much so that Zuihou was suddenly raised by the wind and took the lead.

Whether it's the talent of the wind, or the emperor's weather is too supernatural. After all, it can't change such a fact, the dignified ancient Xuanyuan family even has the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, the human emperor's holy weapon, in hand. But Rao is like this, but he has never even been able to get a virtual image of the Vermilion Bird conjured by the Zhenshan Stone!

Sui Feng looked at the determined look in his eyes, silently took a step back, and only said, "I'm here to help you!"

Xuanyuan Yi glanced at him at this time, but turned around again. Looking at the dragon in front of him, he took a step forward, accompanied by a majestic shout: "Where is the Xuanyuan Sword!"

The shouts were loud and loud. The tremor caused the branches and weeds growing around this mountain road to tremble incessantly, and the air waves were rolling, which was quite powerful. A golden light burst out in response, surrounding Xuanyuan Yi's body, looking majestic, as if a god had descended from heaven. Especially above his head, the golden light was particularly dazzling, faintly visible in the shape of a long sword, which actually covered the light that echoed around him.

The one hanging above Xuanyuan Yi's head was nothing else. It was the treasure left by the Holy Emperor - the Xuanyuan Holy Sword! This Xuanyuan Sword had just just appeared. But there was a sudden change in the field!

Jiaolong, who had not made any movement just now, suddenly a blood-red light came out of his eyes. In an instant, endless ferocity flourished, and the eyes that chose people to devour were staring directly at Xuanyuan Yi. That look was full of contempt. Arrogant to the extreme. It doesn't seem to take all the living beings in the world into account. It was just when he glanced at the Xuanyuan Sword above Xuanyuan Yi's head. Only then did he straighten his gaze a little.

Sui Feng only felt his heart sink suddenly, and then a sense of fear surged, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Is this the legendary dragon power?" Sui Feng was terrified. Somehow, there was always a feeling that I couldn't resist in front of this dragon. I can't help but think of the legends about the dragon, since ancient mythology, there is a dragon born, accompanied by the immortal dragon power.

Suifeng had never seen a real dragon before, and he always thought that all living beings in the world were the same. Heaven is fair, and will never deliberately favor a certain living being, this Longwei is a rumor. But I didn't expect that what I saw with my own eyes today was more than what I heard in the past.

"Hmph!" Jiaolong glanced at Xuanyuan Yi, didn't look at it, opened his mouth directly, and a cyan breath spurted towards Xuanyuan Yi.

"Get out of the way!" Sui Feng's heart jumped again, and he shouted.

Xuanyuan Yi had not yet climbed the momentum of his whole body to the peak at this moment, and even the Xuanyuan Sword had just appeared in shape. Where can I stop this dragon from breathing? Hurriedly turned sideways and flew back in the direction where the wind was.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly, and with the Xuanyuan Sword Protector, he finally dodged before the breath came to him. But Rao is like this, but he has only escaped the mainstream of breathing. But he was still swept in front of him by a large amount of scattered residual energy, and the golden light of his protective body trembled for a while, as if it would break at any time. But fortunately, it was not a big deal.

However, Xuanyuan Yi reacted quickly and dodged the past, but it doesn't mean that everyone has the luck and strength of him. Behind him happened to be a disciple of the Xuanyuan family, and when he saw his own family head suddenly dodge to his side. Although he immediately guessed that danger was coming, he also flashed back to the side. It's just that he doesn't have the strength of Xuanyuan Yi after all, and he is still a little slower. The dragon's breath grazed his left arm, but in an instant, one of his arms melted into powder!

The disciple couldn't help but exhale in pain under the pain. The screams were extremely sad to hear in everyone's hearts.

"Well, you evil dragon dare to hurt my disciple!" Xuanyuan Yi heard the screams behind him, and knew that a disciple had made a mistake. Out of nowhere, a surge of courage appeared, as if the dragon in front of him was no longer as terrifying as it was just now.

Only listening to the sound of a sword chant of "hum", the Xuanyuan Sword that was still hanging above his head just now was already held in his hand.

Xuanyuan Yi had no other look in his eyes except for the firm killing intent, and glanced at the dragon. With a wave of his backhand, the body of the Xuanyuan Sword trembled even more violently, and the sound of the sword chant echoing around him became a little louder. The brilliant golden sword light swayed out, reflecting the originally deserted Buzhou Mountain Road with a layer of pale golden borders. The sound of the sword groan and the sharp sound of the sword light breaking through the sky were sandwiched together, and the solemn and magnificent golden sword light shone in the sky.

The solemn and grand Xuanyuan Sword was translucent, although it had not been unsheathed for thousands of years. However, this ancient famous sword was left by the Holy Emperor, and it was still not damaged by half a cent compared to that year. The divine sword has a spirit, and this sword was originally made to kill the bull ghosts and snake gods led by Chiyou. Now, thousands of years later, it is again held in the hands and pointed at this vicious dragon.

In a trance, everyone heard the light trembling sound coming from the Xuanyuan Sword. It's like a general who has been pregnant for a long time, and finally ushered in the opportunity to kill the enemy, it is such a thirst, such a nostalgia!

However, the dragon didn't seem to recognize that it was the world-famous Xuanyuan Sword, and it didn't seem to be aware of the sharp aura in this sword light. still raised his head slightly, and with the same cyan breath, he spat out towards the sword light.

Seeing that this dragon was so big, Xuanyuan Yi snorted coldly in his heart, and said secretly: "I dare to be so small, my Xuanyuan family, I will definitely kill you under the sword!"

"Bang!" it sounded like a thunderclap out of thin air, and it was like a star crashing into Tarzan. This sword light and breath finally hit one place hard!

The golden sword light, the cyan breath, the two intertwined. Everyone was occupied by these two colors, but this seemingly stalemate situation did not last long.

"Ahh The golden spurt was like a meteor in the sky, but it just lit up, and the next moment it quickly dimmed.

"Brother Xuanyuan!" exclaimed with a sense of surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure fly back from the mixed light and shadow of gold and blue. With a flash of the wind, he jumped over and took it down.

"Brother Xuanyuan, are you okay?" caressing Xuanyuan Yi with the wind, his face was pale at the moment, and there was no trace of blood. The right hand holding the Xuanyuan Sword had all cracked open the tiger's mouth, and the bones were visible. Seeing that he didn't speak, Suifeng frowned, and wanted to probe his pulse.

Just stretched out his hand, but he stopped him. Xuanyuan Yi took a long breath and said very weakly: "I'm fine, it's just some minor injuries." You...... Be careful!"

He wanted to comfort him, but suddenly he reminded with an exclamation.

The dragon snorted coldly again, raised his head and spat out towards the juniors who followed the wind!

"Emperor Weather!" Sui Feng seemed to have anticipated the situation behind him, and with a loud shout, the familiar purple light shone out from his body. Thousands of points of light shone in the purple light, like a starry sky scroll unfolding behind it, unhurriedly stopping in front of the breath. (To be continued......)