The Queen of Sword Cultivation is against the sky again

Chapter 331 Killing the Purple Flood Dragon
It's going to kill these self-righteous humans.

They will be its best nourishment.

Blood is the source of nourishment for its endless life, and human beings are the seasoning for its survival.

The Zilin Jiao swims and moves the vines, making waves in the water.

The sword array hanging above its head covered and suppressed bit by bit.

The Purple Scaled Flood Dragon was full of disdain, raised its head and roared, the huge roar shook the mountains and rivers.

It dashed out of the water, its sturdy body danced nimbly, it thought it could break through the small formation.

However, he just touched the light-thin sword array and was pushed down by bullets.

The purple scale flood dragon roared.

The monks who were watching around used their true energy to protect the body, but they still couldn't stand the shock of the terrifying roar.

It was the roar of a dragon, as if it was about to destroy the world.

And the woman who was in charge of setting up the formation remained motionless, just waving her hands to coerce her.

Feng Linhan stood watching from a distance. He wanted to help her, but he was afraid that she would not be able to hold on, but he was also afraid that he would disturb her suddenly, so he finally chose to stand still.

The Purple Scaled Flood Dragon rose angrily.

Xie Lingyan's body was full of light, and with one free hand, she swiped away, and several sword intents went straight to the eyes of the Zilin Jiao.

The Purple Scale Flood Dragon reacted quickly and quickly turned its head to avoid it.

Feng Linhan asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No need." She can still hold on, and it must be resolved quickly, and it should not be delayed for too long.

This Purple Scaled Flood Dragon is cunning, as long as it finds a chance, it will definitely break free from its cage and run away. Then, someone will pay the price for it, at least half of the nearby spectators will be taken away, and at worst, there will be no survivors in the next village .

Xie Lingyan strengthened the formation again, sweat dripping down her forehead, nine sword intents, each of which must be infused with powerful Dao Yun, and the spiritual source in her mansion dried up for a moment.

"Guchen, go down."

She pressed down with her outstretched hand, and the Guchen sword, which was suspended in mid-air and eager to try, suddenly pierced down, with a majestic and majestic momentum.

In an instant, the river below seemed to be attracted and rotated by a powerful force, and the river was driven to form a huge vortex.

The Purple Scale Flood Dragon walked against the vortex, trying to consume the opponent's true strength. As long as her true strength was consumed, her formation would naturally dissolve and collapse.

A stream of blood spilled from the corner of Xie Lingyan's mouth, damn it, this Zilin Jiao is too smart.

Just when he was in a dilemma, he suddenly saw Gu Chenjian glowing with a cold light.

That is……

Xiao Shengxuan's Taoism?

he……

The radiance of the Guchen sword is grand, and the release of infinite dao karma permeates.

The sword protecting the master also bears all the Tao of the master.

But what the master of the sword wants to protect wholeheartedly is not the common people in the world, he only wants to protect his wife and children.

So at this critical juncture, Gu Chenjian released the powerful Dao Yun.

As a result, the formation that had gradually weakened was suddenly strengthened.

Even the power of the formation has increased tens of thousands of times.

It is not too late.

Xie Lingyan said, "Kill."

The nine sword intents spun suddenly, and the pulsing lightning intertwined in the formation, and the lingering sword intent directly hit the purple scale flood dragon that was galloping around.

The roars followed one after another, it was the roar of Pin Lin's extinction, it was the last struggle of the Zilin Jiao.

Xie Lingyan no longer felt pity, and directly shouted, Gu Chen, go with the sword.

Gu Chenjian's sword intent is overwhelming, and the surface of the sword seems to suddenly become dozens of times larger.

The sword blade went straight down, sharply slashing at the lifeblood of the Zilin Jiao.

Roar.

The loud roar shook the sky.

Xie Lingyan didn't care about the injuries on her body, and flew down directly, reached out to grab the Guchen Sword, and then quickly split open the huge body of the Zilin Jiao, and took out the core.

And the Zilin Jiao's body sank suddenly, until it reached the bottom of the river.

(End of this chapter)