After wearing the book, I was forced to become a fake system

One layer, broken.

The second floor is broken.

Three floors, broken!

In front of the dragon slayer, Zhou Tian Xingdou formation was like a watermelon rind, which was easily untied layer by layer.In the face of this powerful strength, there is only shock left.

"This person? Where did this person appear?"

Hu Changxiu and all the monks at Xianlong Peak felt their hearts ache at the moment, this is the formation that they spent a lot of effort to arrange!
Where did such a powerful cultivator come from?
"My host, he came after you!"

Jia Xitong looked at Shang Yanting with a pale face. She still remembered the fear of being dominated by the dragon slayer.

"Don't be afraid."

Shang Yanting patted her head reassuringly, then flew up and rushed out of the formation, "Senior, who is it, what enmity do I have with you?"

The dragon slayer looked at Shang Yanting, his nostrils fluttering crazily.

"This strong dragon breath, hahaha. Xiaolong, come with me!"

His eyes were bright, and he took out a machete that was one meter long and covered in rusty bronze. His figure left an afterimage in the air, and instantly appeared beside Shang Yanting.

The machete fell, and Shang Yanting met with his long sword.

The weapons of the two burst into sparks in the air, and the dragon slayer had already attacked Shang Yanting again.

He didn't have any body skills, just the most primitive chopping, cutting, picking, and wiping, every time he wanted to decapitate Shang Yanting's clone.But how could Shang Yanting be Xiao Shang in the original novel? Now his martial arts strength has reached the realm of martial saints.

Shang Yanting frowned slightly, and the long sword in his hand became a little heavier again.

And the dragon slayer in front of him was like a mad dog who had been hungry for a long time and just smelled the smell of meat. It became more and more crazy, and he kept chanting "Dragon Dragon Dragon" in his mouth!
He became more and more excited.

The machete with a whole body of bronze and rust cut through Shang Yanting's body. This machete also had its own blood-sucking effect. After being contaminated with Shang Yanting's blood, it gradually became smoother, brighter, and more and more new.

A machete specially made for dragon slaying.

How could Shang Yanting not feel that his blood was being sucked by this strange thing, the machete became stronger and stronger for this reason.

but……

Is this his strength?

"Slaughtering the dragon clan, this is just your delusion."

Shang Yanting used his spiritual power to rise high, and the long sword hit the dragon slayer's head straight down.The dragon slayer raised his machete to resist, and the contact between the two burst out a light stronger than the scorching sun.

The two faced each other, and his hands increased strength.

Breaking through the dragon slayer's spiritual power, the long sword plunged directly into his body from the top of his head.

puff-

The dragon slayer was killed, and the killing and punishment were like bamboo sticks pierced into ham sausage, skewering the dragon slayer into skewers.

difference in strength.

Shang Yanting's black robe was windless, and the machete that reached out to grab the dragon slayer fell slowly.

The people who came along with the movement all witnessed the strength of this new martial saint.All those who were vaguely coveted because of Shang Yanting's dragon blood were all honest.

Can you be dishonest?
They didn't have a chance at all.

"Dear host, dear host!"

Jia Xitong ran towards the man who flew down and hugged him.The dragon slayer died too quickly, and she hadn't recovered from the shock.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Shang Yanting hugged her and said softly, the bloody breath irritated her nasal cavity.

"You have blood all over your body, and you still say you're fine."

Jia Xitong let him go and checked the wound on his body.

"The dragon's scales are invulnerable to swords and guns, so the martial artist used a special weapon to hurt me so easily."

Shang Yanting took out the magic weapon he got from the dragon slayer just now.

There is no trace of blood on the blade of this knife, and the bronze on the blade has all faded away. It seems that it is only a little blunter than ordinary broadswords.

Shang Yanting stretched out his palm, and gently slashed across his palm with the knife.

The blunt broadsword slipped down his palm very easily, the blood did not flow down, but quickly spread from the blade to the blade, and it was obvious that the blade had become sharper.

Dragon Slaying Sword?

Such thoughts appeared in Jia Xitong's mind inappropriately.

"Such a dangerous thing, let's destroy it." She narrowed her eyes and said in a deep voice.

After all, a fool will keep something that restrains him.

"Don't destroy it for now."

Shang Yanting's words instantly slapped her in the face, and she turned around and put away the big knife.

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Vulnerable.

In the original novel, Shang Yanting was looking at everything that happened outside through the mind-seeking mirror.

He looked coldly at the slaughter of the dragon slayer in the mirror, with a gloomy expression.He stretched out his hand to pick up the spirit marrow and drank it down in one gulp, without even looking at the stunning Moxiu Meiji who was kneeling on the ground next to her with a tray in her hands.

With every movement, his arms were exposed from the wide sleeves.The muscular texture has pits and holes, like the scars of flesh and blood being gouged out.

"Your honor."

Meiji next to her called softly, and in the next second, she was shut up forever by the original Shang Yanting.

"Your honor!"

Dovian's voice came from outside the door.

She was allowed to come in, and only glanced at the body lying on the ground.There were as many servants as there were, and soon someone carried the corpse away, and new servants came in.

"Who else is Wuxiu who is still fighting in the corner?"

The original Shang Yanting looked at her.

"Dingtian Academy and Yimeng Academy, two of the most powerful martial cultivators, have been breached by us, and the two Martial Saint cultivators have been beheaded by you. Now the only force that can hold back is the Martial God Temple..."

Wuxiu's last wave of power.

In the original book, Shang Yanting chuckled, let him see how strong this last wave of power can be.

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"The Valkyrie Temple invites you?"

In the real world, everyone who just received an invitation is sitting together and analyzing it.

The Martial God Temple has never cared about Wuxiu's affairs. Compared with these, they care more about the oracle given by the Martial God.Jia Xitong and Shang Yanting only met people from the Martial God Temple once. When Xianlong Peak was first established, they were looking for related pagans.

"Could it be that the person from the Valkyrie Temple wants to host the dragon blood of his parents?"

As the saying goes, go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything.

The Temple of the Martial God and Xianlong Peak had no intersection before, so it was hard not to suspect that it was for some other purpose when they came here suddenly.

"What are you afraid of, the principal is now in the realm of a martial saint."

Niu Chuanchuan put his arms around his arms and said quite confidently.

Martial saint realm, this is already the highest level of cultivation they know.Niu Niu's admiration for Shang Yanting is increasing day by day, and has reached the highest level, thinking that he is omnipotent.

"There are many immortal cultivators in the Valkyrie Temple."

Li Tuo is more knowledgeable, and he said, "That is the place that Wuxiu most admires and yearns for. It has existed longer than all the forces, and its strength cannot be estimated by ordinary thinking."