Ge Xingyeol's figure paused, and a smile appeared on his face again. He silently replied to Qin Yan with a cold look: What about receiving your thousands of swords?

Qin Yan's arm waved, and the Heavenly Dragon Sword was aimed at Ge Xinglie's throat. The sharp sword qi that remained around Ge Xinglie suddenly rushed to gather on the dazzling blade of the frost flower, and countless cold sword qi condensed from the void, densely arranged, and surrounded by the little white frost in it, like the eye of the Sen Luo Vientiane, staring at the fatal point around Ge Xinglie's body.

Even with Grandmaster Tianyuan's cultivation, Ge Xinglie couldn't help but feel a chill all over his body. He saw the truth in the sword array, it was a dragon, a huge and incomparable dragon!

The tens of millions of sword qi had turned into a snow-white waterfall, weeping across the heavens and the earth, pouring down, like ten thousand horses galloping, deafening, and striking straight into the depths of his soul. What shocked him the most was the source of the waterfall, a huge and incomparable white dragon, the whole body seemed to be composed of ice and snow flakes, crystal clear, the head horns were grand, the hair was like a halberd, the sharp bone spurs flashed with cold light, just a head, it had occupied half of the field of vision, and the endless body was circling and flying in the air, and when the dragon's head was down, Sen stared at him coldly, making his nerves shudder, and his soul trembled.

Ge Xinglie held the sword erect in front of his chest and held his hands on the hilt of the sword together, but at this time, he was surprised to find that the aura around him had completely fallen into a rage and madness, and he was completely unable to mobilize it, but instead under the pressure of the frost dragon, he devoured his body, and a trace of coldness went straight to the depths of his body.

Rao's nerves were also full of fear at this time. The dragon's coercion was so shocking and real that he couldn't convince himself that it was just an illusion. After a moment of staring into the dragon's deep, terrifying eyes, he felt his soul be hit by an invisible force, almost being torn out of his body. He forcibly stabilized his body, holding the Ziyan Sword high and standing still, but a desperate groan came out in his heart.

In front of such a huge mythical monster, a person's body is as thin as a leaf, and the sword in his hand is no different from a toothpick.

"This is ......" You Xiahanhua, who was more than ten steps away, lost her face, her voice trembled, and her tear-filled eyes were full of disbelief.

This shocking picture is beyond her imagination, and it is really incredible within the scope of people in the world.

"Celestial Dragon, Celestial Dragon Sword...... Could it be—" A flash of inspiration flashed in the minds of someone in the crowd, and they thought of some hidden myths and stories that had been handed down from ancient times.

The Heavenly Dragon Sword held by the Yandang Mountain Sword God when he first debuted, although it was considered by many people to be exaggerated a lot just by relying on the prestige of its master, but judging from its performance at the moment, it definitely has an extraordinary origin.

Maybe those legends are true. The Heavenly Dragon Sword was transformed by the evil dragon killed by Hou Yi in ancient times, and was eliminated by the great witch with a fierce spirit, and was respected as the treasure of the ancient Xia town......

"The sword soul has condensed ......," Song Qingsha whispered dreamily.

Ironically, this divine sword, which was transformed by the soul of a giant dragon, only exerted its true power in the hands of the enemies of Yandang Mountain.

All speculation and distractions were interrupted by a grand dragon roar, and the churning dragon in the air seemed to be venting its unwillingness to be trapped in the sword for thousands of years, and the roar spread to the extreme of the barren mountains, shaking through the eight wildernesses and four wildernesses, and the forests trembled, and countless weak branches and leaves broke off in this invisible storm.

Ge Xinglie faced the fierce wind, his clothes were blown perpendicular to his body, and some parts that were cut by the sword qi were directly torn apart, and the fragments were blown away by the wind. His face, hidden behind the purple demon flame, turned pale, and even the Tian Yuan Grandmaster couldn't suppress the fear that came from the depths of his soul.

With such a roar of rage, it was not difficult for him to imagine what kind of mythical beast he was about to face.

Suddenly, the frost dragon above the sky suddenly stopped dancing, and the whole heaven and earth seemed to pause for a moment, and the dragon's head looked down for a moment, and the deep eyes stared at Ge Xinglie's heart. Then, it swooped down, the terrible dragon roar almost shattering Ge Xinglie's eardrums, and the strong air flow that hit him made his face deformed, covering it with a layer of frost crystals before the real impact arrived. In the face of such a huge object, shattering bones seems to be the only ending.

But the dragon was followed by an inaudible grunt.

No one, including Ge Xinglie, heard the slight sound, but the dragon that was being watched by countless pairs of eyes trembled because of it, as if it had been struck by a giant hammer, and its mighty posture of flying and fluttering was frozen in the middle of the way. Then, it let out an extremely unwilling roar, wrapped in the vast cold mist, and gradually dissipated into the air.

Ge Xinglie was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, without a trace of superfluous emotions for the rest of his life, as soon as he stepped on his right foot, his body shot out like lightning, setting off a large purple wave, and rushed towards the place where Qin Yan's breath was located after the white mist was dispersed.

Liu Wanyun woke up at the same moment as him, and opened her mouth to shout: "Stop-"

At the same time, another figure swept out from in front of her, bringing a moon-like sword light and heading towards the place where Qin Yan was.

The three of them were the first to wake up, each reacting differently, and then sequentially as the distance changed.

Yu Hanyan was a step slower after all, and when the wave of sword waved by the "Broken Death" in her hand spread over, the purple flame sword of Song Xinglie was already on Qin Yan's neck.

Qin Yan was still standing, still holding the Heavenly Dragon Sword in his hand, but he watched Ge Xinglie's Purple Flame Sword slash at him, and he only had time to move his body back half an inch, and he no longer had any strength. His face was red, blood was pouring from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and his throat hissing like a worn-out bellows, and he could only force himself not to faint completely.

Yu Hanyan couldn't come to the rescue, and the sword momentum was deflected, and he turned to attack Ge Xinglie's left shoulder. Ge Xinglie didn't look at it, and with a flick of his left arm, he had already snatched the Heavenly Dragon Sword from Qin Yan's hand and blocked it in front of the Yuehua Sword Light.

The two swords collided, and after a sharp sound, Yu Hanyan staggered back, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his body was shaky.

Qin Yan's eyes couldn't really see it at this time, he just felt confused in a daze, Yu Hanyan's cultivation was not far from Ge Xinglie, even if he was defeated, he could resist for a while, why did he lose so quickly?

"Brother Han!" Xiao Xiang in the crowd exclaimed, and was about to step forward, but was pulled by Gong Yun's sleeve.

"If you go up now, you'll only die faster than any of them. ”

"Leave me alone!" Xiao Xiang didn't appreciate it, shook off her hand and continued to move forward, but immediately found that she was suddenly tightly bound by several huge chains.

"Don't panic, things are still turning around. Gong Yunsleeve's eyes did not leave the three of them for a moment, and he said softly.

"You let go of ......" Xiaoxiang struggled desperately, she only had Han Mengjin in her eyes now, she must hurry to support him before he fell.