Swallow Dragon King

Chapter 2540 Challenge again
Feng Haoran's attack was extremely powerful and frightening.

Under this powerful momentum, everyone present felt the power of Nine Suns Divine Martial Art.

From their point of view, Yang Xuan is sure to lose.

After all, such a powerful Nine Suns Divine Martial Art is not much inferior to the Emperor's Dragon Qi.

However, Feng Haoran's cultivation was completely stronger than Yang Xuan's by a level.

"Good come!"

However, Yang Xuan was not afraid at all.

Instead, there was a burst of shouting, and the momentum skyrocketed.

The imperial dragon spirit resurfaced again.

It's just that this time, it's not one, but five royal dragon auras, all emerging together.

Every streak of imperial dragon aura is like a real dragon, vivid and vivid.

There is also a monstrous domineering intent, permeating it.

The majestic way of heaven is mighty and mighty, which makes people change color with astonishment.

"It turned out to be the Dragon Qi of the Five Dao Emperors!"

"Yang Xuan, when did he become so powerful?"

The crowd was shocked.

But at this moment, the dragon aura of the five royal paths has roared out.

Boom boom boom...

The dragon spirit of the five emperors came together to slaughter them.

It collided with Feng Haoran's fist.

Bang!
There were bursts of terrifying fluctuations, and the aftermath of the battle suddenly spread to the surroundings.

Surrounded by strong people, they were all blown away, and their bodies fell from the sky.

There are even people who bear the impact head-on, and wow all of a sudden, they spit out big mouthfuls of blood, and their faces are pale.

They were all shocked in their hearts, and even looked hurriedly.

Seeing this, suddenly, many people were stunned on the spot.

I saw that Feng Haoran flew out and hit the ground, smashing the ground into a terrifying deep pit, and the sky was full of dust.

He even coughed up blood, and the blood kept dripping down. His face was extremely pale, without any trace of blood.

The dragon energy of the five emperors came together, and he couldn't stop it at all. The nine rounds of blazing sun behind him collapsed immediately, and his physical body endured the huge power, almost being crippled!

The injury is too serious, and now he is afraid that he will not even be able to display his combat strength.

The crowd was shocked.

All of them were stunned.

They could see the power of the Nine Suns God Martial Art before, and they witnessed it with their own eyes, and felt it very vividly.

How many people present can beat Feng Haoran?

Except for Sword God Wentian, who dared to say that he had a steady victory over Feng Haoran, the rest of the people did not dare to say such a thing.

For example, Mo Qingshan from the Cyanwood Sect and Yang Bu from the Baizhanmen, compared with Feng Haoran, they are just brothers and it is hard to tell the winner.

Even if he is stronger than Feng Haoran, he is only a little bit stronger, the gap is not that big.

The way they looked at Yang Xuan changed.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan was only in the third level of condensing immortality, and he could compete with the strong man of the fourth level of condensing immortality, and even suppress the strong man of the fourth level of condensing immortality!
"Hmph, even so, so what?"

Suddenly, Mo Qingshan sneered.

Even if Yang Xuan's strength is beyond imagination, he can suppress the Ningxian fourth level powerhouse, but so what?
Under the current situation, it is useless at all!
After all, now that many sects are united together, what kind of waves can one Yang Xuan make?

No matter how powerful Yang Xuan was, after all, he was only one person.

Besides, they still have Sword God Wentian sitting in command!

That is a strong man of the sixth level of condensing immortality.

Four levels higher than Ningxian, fully two realms stronger.

Moreover, Sword God Wentian, under the same realm, all have extraordinary fighting power, even if they are under the same realm, no one is a match for Sword God Wentian.

With Sword God Wentian present, it is like a sea-suppressing god stone, which cannot stir up any waves at all.

"Haha, that's right, even if Yang Xuan's strength is good, it can't change anything."

"Xuanzhongmen is doomed to perish!"

Yang Bu also laughed out loud, he understood what Mo Qingshan meant.

Xuan Zhongmen and the others had pale faces at the moment.

They naturally also know that the current situation is extremely difficult.

No matter how evil Li Changkong is, he is absolutely no match for Sword God Wentian.

It is too difficult for them to stand up, almost impossible!

"Could it be that our Xuanzhong Sect is really going to be destroyed?"

Hu Junshan couldn't help but look desperate.

"Originally, as long as you abolish your cultivation, you can save your life!"

"But now, even this opportunity is gone!"

Sword God Wentian stepped forward and spoke coldly.

Behind him, the sword light surged, and the sword intent was strong.

Like a divine sword, it spans between the heaven and the earth, suppressing everything in the world!
That powerful kendo breath is almost suffocating.

Yang Xuan raised his head stubbornly, wanting to fight against the sword god Wentian's sword power.

But soon, on his body, the clothes burst open and blood spilled out.

The whole person was retreated by the terrifying sword force and suppressed footsteps.

"Hmph, you want to compete with Master?"

"Isn't it too whimsical?"

Luo Xiaojian showed disdain.

A group of strong men from the Excalibur Villa all showed arrogance.

Their Divine Sword Villa is the most powerful sect, and the title of Sword God is earned in battles.

The word "Sword God" is enough to prove its strength.

"Yang Xuan, you step back."

Li Changkong finally spoke and told Yang Xuan to back down.

He knew that Yang Xuan was no match for Wentian at all, the gap was too great.

Yang Xuan has extraordinary potential, especially after getting the Immortal Seed.

He naturally didn't want to see something happen to Yang Xuan, after all, it was a great help!
"Yes, Master!"

Yang Xuan looked very respectful, nodded in response, and then walked down.

However, he still coughed up a big mouthful of blood. Obviously, he did not feel well after bearing the sword force of Sword God Wentian.

Everyone sneered, Yang Xuan was defeated, even the sword god Wentian's sword power could not bear it.

What would Li Changkong do if he came out?
Previously, if Yang Xuan hadn't made a move, I'm afraid Feng Haoran would have been able to suppress Li Changkong, and none of Xuan Chongmen and others could beat him.

"Master, disciple, I have a request!"

Luo Xiaojian looked at the sword god Wentian.

"Go ahead."

Sword God Wentian also holds Luo Xiaojian in high regard.

This disciple, born with a sword body, is absolutely extraordinary in talent.

Future achievements may not be much lower than him.

"In the previous Hundred Sects Conference, the disciple was narrowly defeated, but now that his strength has improved, the disciple wants to request to fight Li Changkong again."

"This time, the disciple will definitely be able to avenge his shame!"

Luo Xiaojian gritted his teeth, and looked at Li Changkong even more fiercely.

He is an extremely proud person, the previous one hundred made him brood and feel ashamed!
This humiliation, he must take it back with his own hands.

And this time, I'm afraid it's the last chance.

Defeating Li Changkong in front of everyone, he wanted to prove himself in front of everyone.

"Okay, then you go, don't lose face of Excalibur Villa!"

Sword God Wentian nodded.

(End of this chapter)