From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 747: The Art of Drawing a Sword

At night, the four Vulcan barriers were deployed.

The two men from the assault group approached the valley, and Wang Ye offered to accompany them.

The moment we entered this natural wonder, the temperature suddenly rose, and the dampness and coldness of winter in western Hunan swept away and turned into dry heat. In the endless yellow sand, many mummies wandered aimlessly, and many fell down on the road of pursuit. , the bones extended all the way to the dilapidated ancient city at the end.

Wang Ye set up the Fenghou Qimen, and the formation stretched out under his feet. The energy was in chaos. In the eyes of the mummy, intruders like them did not exist.

Chen Duo took off her coat and green protective clothing, revealing the horrifying body inside. The poison eroded the skin, leaving conspicuous black and red scars. She plunged into the sand, and the black and red granular mist suddenly polluted the surrounding area. Sand.

The company only sent temporary workers for this mission. Although the temporary workers were all problematic and powerful, they were too few in the end. To deal with multiple strangers, there should have been twice as many regular employees to participate in the battle, but Liao Zhong won this for her. It releases toxins in the body and delays the chance of life. To this day, the Gu Body Holy Child is still a secret in South China.

"What do we say? It will probably take a while to pollute the entire small world."

The king also retreated step by step. Even if Fenghou Qimen encountered the extreme poison, he would have to avoid it temporarily. However, Xiaotiandi was known as the Baili Kingdom, and the area was close to the size of a standard county. The erosion and pollution could not be completed in a short time.

"Kill and see first." Jiang Yuan said.

"If you want to kill me, you have to do it. I am compassionate." Wang Ye said with a smile.

The two of them stayed away from Chen Duo's hiding place and continued to move towards the dilapidated ancient city. There were many skeletons buried in the sand on both sides. Some only had empty eye sockets exposed, and some had long opened jaws, as if they wanted to cry out, sand poisonous insects. Crawling around from time to time, the rumbling sound in the city continued.

In front of the city gate, Wang Ye stretched out his hand to stop someone. When he looked up, he saw that the beams of the city gate were broken, broken tiles and broken saws were scattered in the corners, and a wooden sculpture of a white tiger lay in the middle. As the two people approached, a low and creepy sound was faintly heard from the surroundings. Roar.

"Broken tiles and broken beams, the white tiger urges death."

Taking the ferocity of the white tiger, the four spirits of heaven and earth, and combining it with the Eight Trigrams of Qimen, it generates a killing spirit. Painting a tiger on the door makes it inaccessible to humans and animals. The evil spirit is frightening and can make a determined person insane.

"It's too formal, brother, these guys are greeting us." Wang Ye didn't care. It might take a few hours to prepare for the White Tiger's urging bureau, but it would only take him five minutes at most to crack it.

Jiang Yuan took a step forward and saw the white tiger wooden sculpture exploded into pieces, and the tiles on the left and right were turned into ashes.

"I almost forgot." Wang Ye scratched his cheek. This guy has the fate of an owl god. After seeing blood, he is basically not afraid of this kind of evil situation.

"But brother, it's still too dangerous to go straight in."

"It's not a big problem." Jiang Yuan trampled all the bloody debris on the fragments of the white tiger into powder. Countless creatures died in his hands. The curse was by no means comparable to that of a mere evil. Of course, there was no need to say this. , he is now a righteous young hero.

The moment the white tiger shattered, the continuous rumbling sound in the city that started just now stopped abruptly.

A flying snake with one head, two bodies, six legs and four wings flutters into the sky. It has a red-green body and chicken-like spurs. It looks like a quail and is more than thirty meters long, like a celestial dragon.

As if it had just broken free, one of Fei Yi's wings had been broken. It opened its beak like a giant mouth, and earthy yellow sand spurted out. The streets on both sides of the ancient city were heavily weathered. This strange sand had a strong Erode assimilation capacity. The four figures shot back, and the spin turtle raised his hands as if lifting a weight of ten thousand kilograms. Two whirlpools suddenly appeared on the ground, and a water dragon looked up from them. It quickly rose into the air and entangled Fei Yi's body. It just touched the body. The skin produced bursts of evaporating white mist.

In the white mist, five ghosts lingered, biting the neck of the prey. Master Gu Mao threw a handful of worms, merged into the water dragon and swam towards the wound. The five poisons of Nanyang descended, specifically to capture the five worms born under the coffin. Plant poisonous insects, wait for them to eat the deceased, and then soak them in corpse oil. After several months of treatment, the final poisonous insects will die after giving birth, and the offspring, the worms, will attack all flesh and blood they see due to hunger. , extremely yin and poisonous.

In an instant, the already seriously injured Feiyi fell, and hundreds of black and white snakes pounced on him to bite him. Zheng Youde was about to add a sword to continue weakening the prey's resistance when he heard the Spirit Snake Sanren shouting:
"Master Zheng, follow me quickly to stop the enemy. I'll leave this to my two comrades."

On the ruins of the ancient city, two figures approached quickly.

The Spirit Snake Sanren pounced on Wang Ye, accompanied by a nearly ten-meter-long golden python with interlaced spots on its surface, which belonged to an exotic species.

Zheng Youde snorted coldly and stopped watching the wrestling between Gumao Zhenren, Xuangui and Feiyi. He immediately used Qinggong and flew up to the roof behind him. He put the sword in his belly, clasped the tail of the sword with his left hand, and then pushed it out suddenly, a wisp of White lines of fire shot straight out, and the extreme heat caused the sand on the roof surface to quickly crystallize.

Liuyun Sword Technique·Bao Yuan returns to the void.

It triggers its own true energy to collide with the soul, and breeds pure white soul fire, thereby obliterating the wisdom contained in all things. It is better at taking human lives than destroying objects.

The line of fire was about to hit, and the explosion at the end shrouded the front like fireworks, but the enemy disappeared in the blink of an eye, and only the light black smoke snaked in, avoiding the sparks and shooting out at the same time.

Zheng Youde looked unwilling and stomped hard. The roof collapsed, and a ball of white fire poured into the room. His body quickly retreated, and the black-blooded iron peach wood sword in his hand returned to the scabbard on his waist.

The next moment, the enemy appeared, and with one stroke of his sword, the entire house was neatly cut open, and was annihilated together with the white fire ball that was about to explode.

Black smoke reappears, and a teleportation-like effect can be achieved by opening and closing the small world with extremely fast thoughts. However, in areas with sufficient light, black shadows will be left behind, and experts with fast nerve reflexes can barely react.

Zheng Youde closed his eyes tightly. The enemy possessed the sword magic that he longed for, and the opportunity he was pursuing was approaching.

Holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, he felt peaceful. The sect master once said that ordinary people should practice swordsmanship with the sword, but real swordsmanship should start from the most basic and be immersed in the action of drawing a sword for more than ten years. It progressed day by day, until it was as fast as thunder, causing the enemy to die the moment they saw the sword body.

The Liuyun Sword Sect’s secret skill: Sword Drawing Technique.

The friction between the soul and the sword gave birth to pure flowing cloud white fire. The faster the sword was drawn, the stronger the flowing cloud white fire became.

A sword evaporates mountains and seas. He once saw with his own eyes the sect leader's white fire evaporating the wild pool in the back mountain.

Rolling white clouds flowed from the sword. If the witnesses of this sword were members of the Sword Sect, Zheng Youde could almost be designated as the next generation sect master. The moment the sword left the scabbard, this swordsman seed broke through the third realm. Originally, Because Yu Yu has been under people for a long time, the true energy flowing everywhere is stagnant and flows naturally.

"My sword is no worse than the sect master..."

(End of this chapter)