Eternal Soul Emperor

Chapter 444 Slash!
At this moment, Kusanagi Dragon was furious.

"The whip just now was to let casual cultivators see more clearly, so they reserved some strength to deal with Di Qingling, who is at the first level of the Sky Profound Realm."

"Since you are looking for your own death, then I will help you!" Cao Yulong shouted hysterically while still caring about his own face.

At the end of rolling to the ground, he waved his whip, and with a "snap", he slapped the snow on the ground hard.

The dragon whip slipped under the snow in an instant, becoming excited and active.

The infinitely extending dragon whip, under the snow, swung its tail vigorously, like a prehistoric python, sweeping the snow all over the ground, splashing and bursting, like a hail of bullets, making people blinded.

"Die!" Kusanagi Dragon shouted hysterically, and even this sound wave carried a strong impact.Compared with the dragon whip that swept away wildly, it was not much less.

Under the double impact of the sound wave and the dragon whip, the snow surged like an avalanche.

The casual cultivators who came to observe changed their complexion drastically. They waved their weapons and retreated one after another. Swords and swords flickered, forming a series of sword-intent/sword-intent barriers in front of them.

At this moment, they felt a little fear just now, and regretted their impulsiveness just now.

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Martial soul is a spiritual existence, so he is so anxious to kill at this moment, he doesn't care about the casual cultivators who came to observe.

The distance between the grass shaving dragon and Xiao Zheng was about [-] meters, and there were a few big trees and a few stones lying in the middle. Under the savage sweep of the dragon whip martial spirit, all of them were broken at the waist, or shattered like porcelain.

The casual cultivators who came to watch and observe tried their best, but at the moment they were more panic-stricken.

After all, Cao Yulong is the entry-level disciple of the No. [-] genius, and his strength is beyond doubt. If he loses his mind, the consequences will be disastrous.

Moreover, the people these casual cultivators used to compare themselves with were mainly Xiao Zheng, because in their eyes, Xiao Zheng was just an ordinary novice disciple whose strength was closer to their own, so he was the best person to be compared with. Candidates.

As for the grass shaving dragon, they still regard it as a genius that is more difficult to surpass. Even if he suffered a heavy injury just now, in the eyes of these casual practitioners, it is still an accident.

At this moment, they were all behind Xiao Zheng, retreating in panic as the Dragon Whip Wuhun swept towards him.

The splashing snow, like an avalanche erupting, like a mountain torrent, caught people off guard.

At this moment, Xiao Zheng was completely submerged by the snowstorm, and the Dragon Whip Martial Soul was in his ear, like a thunderbolt of lightning, cutting and slicing, swishing.

At the end of a round, the dragon whip martial soul retracted.

In front of the grass shaving dragon, there was only a large pile of snow left, like a human face, scratched beyond recognition, with criss-cross marks, it was hard to find a perfect place.

Grasping the Dragon Whip Wuhun, looking at the snowdrift that was slashed beyond recognition, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Haha, hahahaha, this is what happens when you go against the top ten genius disciples! "

However, halfway through the conversation, a sudden change occurred.

With a thunderous sound, a huge saber glow exploded from under the snowdrift, ending everything in an instant.

Kusanagi Longyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and let out a horrified scream.

In a sudden flash sideways, his entire right arm was chopped off shoulder-length, causing him to roll violently in pain, and was immediately entangled by the Dragon Whip Wuhun. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in a tree canopy a hundred meters away. middle.

The grass shaving dragon clutched his stumped arm and ran away desperately under the cover of big trees.

However, just after escaping 800 meters, he bumped into a familiar figure in a clearing in the primeval dense forest.

"Diqinglong!" Kusanagilong's complexion changed, his face paled in horror, and he stared at him.

"Cao Xinlong, you cut off my second brother's arm and told me how, how, endure, endure!" Di Qinglong gritted his teeth, suppressed his voice, approached step by step, and shouted hysterically.

Behind it, five streaks of yellow-green light circulated.In his hand, he is holding a green flute, and from the rows of holes that breathe out musical notes, clusters of blazing flames are spewed out, big and small, fast and slow, just like human anger!

The grass shaving dragon looked pale, stepped back step by step, and suddenly turned around and ran away.

"I want to go!" Di Qinglong's eyes sharpened, and suddenly, the flute in his hand flew out...

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