Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 283
"According to this situation, the protective formation will be breached after all, and then it will be troublesome!"

Seeing the large formation that seemed to be shattering in the next moment, Song Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was gloomy and uncertain, thinking to himself.

But just when Song Qing was thinking this way, a breath of annihilation came from behind him, Song Qing was frightened, his body couldn't help being short, and he felt like wanting to kneel down.

Fortunately, Song and Qing practiced Taoism for many years, and their Taoist heart was firm. They secretly practiced "Langxie Sword Control Art", and they managed to persevere.

But other people couldn't do this anymore, even the Foundation Establishment cultivators such as Liancheng Jue knelt down with a "bang", after all they didn't have the skills like "Langxie Yujian Jue".

Therefore, although their cultivation was not weaker than Song Qing's, they still couldn't help but kneel down under the power of destroying the world.

"Ow!"

Not long after that world-destroying power came, a resounding dragon chant came!

Although Song Qing had blocked his ears with magic power not long ago, he still couldn't help being shocked under the high-pitched dragon chant.

Song Qing turned around with difficulty and saw that astonishing scene.

I saw a huge dragon entrenched in the place where the Tianquan Sword used to be.

That giant dragon was like a mountain, with a dazzling light shining on its body, proudly staring down at everyone, as if it were an ant.

"This is... Sword Soul!"

Song Qing was very familiar with the sword soul. After all, there was a sword soul in his body, but now he saw another sword soul here, and Song Qing couldn't help but exclaimed.

"There is even a sword soul and an existence similar to Tianlang, so this Tianquan sword should be no less than Langxie sword!"

In Song Qing's heart, facing the scene in front of him, he obviously couldn't believe it, but he always thought that Tianlang was the only sword soul in this world.

"Huh? Under this dragon's power, it is very difficult even for me to stand, but this Song Qing can still stand, and even recognized that this dragon soul is a sword soul, it is not easy!"

Hearing Song Qing's exclamation, the elder holding the sword couldn't help but let out a soft "um", and turned his gaze to Song Qing, but then his old face couldn't help changing slightly, thinking to himself.

"This...the existence of this kind of thing actually has an aura comparable to that of the Nascent Soul Realm!"

In the dark clouds, although the ancient ancestors couldn't see the dragon soul, they could clearly sense the power of the world-destroying dragon.

The smile on the old man's face froze in an instant, then turned pale, and he exclaimed.

Even he is only at the late stage of the Golden Core Realm, facing the existence of the Nascent Soul Realm, he can only be caught with nothing!

"Senior brother, what should we do now?"

The expressions of the other three Jindan Patriarchs also changed drastically. They all gathered beside the Patriarch Wan and asked anxiously to the Patriarch Wan.

"..."

Hearing other Jindan Patriarchs ask each other, Patriarch Wan's complexion became even paler. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: run away!
"Ow!"

But before the ancient ancestors could speak, a high-pitched dragon chant came from Xuejiabao.

Then, a giant white dragon tumbling in the air, came out of the big formation protecting the city, and attacked the dark cloud.

"Block! Block! Be sure to block! Otherwise we will all fall here!"

Seeing that the white light dragon attacked so quickly, the ancient ancestor of Wan couldn't help being startled, his words changed immediately, and he sternly shouted at everyone like this.

At the same time, the ancient ancestor also flicked his big sleeve, and hundreds of golden lights poured in from the big sleeve.

The hands of the ancient ancestors were like flywheels, quickly pinched the seals, and then pointed at the hundreds of golden lights, and entered dozens of formulas in an instant.

"disease!"

After punching all the formulas into the golden light, the ancient ancestor of Wan pointed in the direction of the white light dragon again, and sternly shouted in his mouth.

The hundreds of golden lights suddenly burst into golden light, turning into flying sand all over the sky, and attacked the attacking white light dragon.

"disease!"

Seeing that the ancient ancestors of all ages made a move, and even took out their own talisman, other people naturally wouldn't watch.

Everyone summoned their favorite magic weapon, pinched the seal repeatedly, and then blasted at the white light dragon.

"Eternal Meteorite Formation, Stars Fall!"

"Thunder shines!"

At the same time, those monks were also crazily using mana, one after another fell as big as a mountain, and one after another dazzling beams of tear light poured down the sky.

"Boom!..."

The Wangumen tried their best to attack together, the power is so great, even if the existence of the Nascent Soul Realm encounters it, they will back away, but the white light dragon is a dead thing, and it is urged by Xue Heren and others. Just attack, nothing else.

Therefore, in the face of the existence of the Nascent Soul Realm, it is necessary to retreat from Sanshe's attack. The white light dragon does not hide or evade, and still attacks the dark cloud.

In an instant, the attacks of the ancient ancestors and others, without exception, all hit the white light dragon.

Even for this extremely powerful dragon, the huge dragon's body still couldn't help shaking during this attack.

"Ow!"

There was another high-pitched dragon chant, under all these attacks, the white light dragon finally became angry!

Although it is true that it is dead, and its strength has been reduced after tens of thousands of years, it still has its own majesty.

Long Wei cannot be violated!
After looking up to the sky and groaning, the white light dragon suddenly radiated white light, instead of advancing, it retreated, turned its head, and flew in the direction of Xuejiapu.

"Are you afraid? Or was he summoned back by the Xue family? Not good!"

After seeing this scene, the ancient ancestor Wan and the others were taken aback for a moment, but then they were startled, their faces were serious, the magic power in their bodies was even more wild, and their robes bulged without wind.

The dragon wags its tail!
Just when the white light dragon turned its head back, its huge dragon tail suddenly flung out!
"boom!!!"

The space distorted for a while, and in less than a breath, the ferocious dragon tail blasted above the dark clouds.

Under the angry blow of the white light dragon, the dark cloud that was originally dense suddenly shrank and expanded, and several small dark clouds were separated in an instant.

"Pfft! My Five Thunder Tribulation Cloud Boat!"

On top of a cloud of calamity, due to the influence of Qi, the ancient ancestor of Wan couldn't help but vomited a mouthful of blood, but he didn't take this into consideration.

Looking at the Five Thunder Tribulation Cloud Boat that was torn apart, the ancient ancestor of Wan was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared angrily.

"Brother Sect Master, let's go back quickly! The future will last forever, and this revenge will be repaid in the future!"

The other three Jindan Patriarchs also vomited a mouthful of blood, but they didn't take this into account, and hurriedly gathered beside the Wan Patriarch, and said anxiously.

"retreat!"

Looking at the torn Wulei Jie Yunzhou, the ancient ancestor of Wan had a flash of light in his eyes, and said something with hatred.

Afterwards, the incomplete Five Thunder Tribulation Cloud Boat retreated slowly, and after the Five Thunder Tribulation Cloud Boat retreated, the somewhat damaged white light dragon in the sky flickered and took it back.

"Haha, this Tianquan Sword is really powerful! Even the Wulei Tribulation Cloud Boat, which was refined from the Wulei Tribulation Cloud collected by the Wangumen, can't withstand a flick of its tail!"

Seeing the Wulei Jieyun boat torn apart and the members of the Wangu sect fleeing in a hurry, the elder holding the sword couldn't help laughing heartily.

However, in the underground secret room, after withdrawing the Heavenly Quan sword, without exception, Xue Heren and the others all blushed, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, and their breath became weak.

(End of this chapter)