Dragon-Marked War God

Everyone stared at the ghost head flying around in stunned eyes, and a chill emerged from the bottom of their hearts.

There are many spells in the Xiuxian world that can break bones and reconnect, and there are also exercises that can cultivate three heads and six arms, but these exercises are not as strange as the man in black in front of him.

The head can still be controlled when it flies out, and it can be returned to the body intact after being smashed by a shot.

Listening to the strange and terrifying voice of the man in black, Long Yang remained calm and said with a cold smile:

"Whether you are a human or a ghost, today is your day of death!"

The laughter of the man in black gradually stopped, and Long Yang's repeated provocations really made him a little angry.

His true strength is in the late stage of Jinxian. In this Atlanta Trench, after being suppressed, he can only display the strength of the late stage of Tianxian.

However, his realm and experience are still there, far from being comparable to a kid in the early days of immortals like Long Yang.

"Boy, don't you think you're a little too arrogant?"

The complexion of the man in black changed, and the terrifying fangs flashed a strange luster.

"Noisy!"

Long Yang didn't talk nonsense with the man in black, Pan Longji shot directly, one finger broke through the sky, piercing the sea and the sky, and the golden light pressed against the man in black.

The man in black was furious, this kid didn't even wait for him to finish his words before starting, he really didn't take him seriously.

He put his hands together, obviously a ghost, but made a Buddha's gesture and made a black light.

The black light and the golden light collided in the water without making a sound. The two melted into each other and then disappeared.

"This kid's golden light can actually resist the swallowing of ghosts, this battle must be resolved quickly!"

The man in black seemed to be afraid when he saw the ghost energy that could devour everything when he met Jin Mang. He had no ability to swallow, and his heart was dignified. This place was not a ghost world, and his ghost energy was limited, so he couldn't fight for a long time.

With a solemn expression on his face, he solemnly took out a black sickle, with plausible words in his mouth:

"The ghost king is above, please give me the strength to kill the enemy..."

Long Yang didn't have time to listen to him chanting the spell there. One shot was fired, the second broke Longquan, and several golden lights flew out, bursting open beside the man in black, like a water bottle bursting, and the Longquan gushing.

There were bursts of black energy around the man in black, tightly wrapping the man in black inside, blocking the impact of the explosion.

As the last character collapsed, the black scythe suddenly began to vibrate, the wind roared, ghostly, as if there were countless souls screaming inside.

The man in black wielded a terrifying sickle, and his body was like a ghost. He broke the water and ran towards Longyang at a very fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Longyang.

Long Yang was in no hurry, and the Panlong Ji waved from bottom to top, splitting a golden wave in the water.

The black sickle shattered the golden waves in a destructive manner, and with the black energy blessed by the black sickle, it actually had the power to counter Long Yang's divine aura.

Long Yang was unusually calm, his seven orifices and his exquisite heart kept spinning, and he instantly found the weakness of the men in black's offensive.

The spear shot, just right at the point of the sickle, and the sickle was twisted by the force.

Then Long Yang snorted softly, swung his spear and shot out spear flowers, which spun toward the man in black.

The scythe in the hand of the man in black turned and swung it sideways.

A jet of black gas turned into a dragon, came out of nowhere, shook its head and swayed its tail and rushed down. It was more than a hundred meters long, spraying clouds and mists, and the black gas lingered and crossed together, enough to cut off the mountain, which was extremely terrifying.

Long Yang spun the dragon's spine away, and the whole person also spun, hitting an extremely thin golden channel in the water.

The golden light was extremely solid, and a little soft light overflowed, which instantly dimmed the brilliance of the Black Qi Jiaolong, and then made a "click, click" sound and dissipated on the spot.

The man in black suddenly exerted force, his slender body suddenly tensed up, the spine on his back was clearly visible, and his whole body flashed a terrifying and eerie red light.

He held a knife in both hands, and suddenly danced wildly in the water, waving out blood-red knife energy one after another, thousands of swords were unstoppable, and the demonic energy was soaring to the sky.

Longyang is not afraid at all, the spiritual energy in his body is extremely still, and the aura moves with the natural changes, without holding back, without letting go, without increasing or decreasing.

His essence, his god, his qi, his strength, his spirit, and his soul seemed to have all condensed on the spear at this moment, and his heart was empty, without sorrow or joy.

"go!"

A gun was swung out, and the billowing hot gun air filled the water, but suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a chilly cold air.

After seeing the unpredictable and unpredictable swordsmanship of the man in black, Long Yang also realized the principle of the marksmanship, and the tyrannical marksmanship also gradually entrained some changes, making it impossible to grasp.

The man in black spit out a black gas, the black sickle has turned bloody, and the murderous intention is gradually rising.

He waved it suddenly, and the sickle suddenly turned into an invisible splendid light.

"Tremble under my death scythe!"

The sword shadow can't see its shape when looking up, can't see its trace when looking down, hugging each other but empty in the arms, holding each other but nothing, the vastness is invisible and invisible.

The man in black used a knife to this point, and it was truly amazing and terrifying.

Before he entered the ghost world, he was also a world-famous swordsman. He entered the Dao with a sickle and was obsessed with swords throughout his life.

Long Yang looked at the erratic Dao Mang, and his mind was full of thoughts. The seven orifices and the exquisite heart turned desperately, looking for a way to solve it, but found nothing.

He felt like a boatman struggling in the dark and furious sea with high waves and strong winds, far away from the shore, giving birth to a feeling of powerlessness.

He hates this feeling of powerlessness, and Longyang wants to hold his destiny in his own hands.

"Break!"

Long Yang took the initiative to cut off the thoughts of Qiqiao Linglong Xin, no longer thinking, and fell into an ethereal state.

He concentrates all his spirit and aura on the long spear in his hand, the spear follows the will, the meaning follows the spear, all things blend together, and there is no intention to have no spear.

Panlongji is like his soul, changing postures at will.

His hand did not move, but the spear was automatic, drawing ever-changing pictures in the water, sometimes like the spring breeze blowing, the fragrance of peaches and plums, sometimes like the strong winter wind, and the freezing cold.

The blade wind whizzed past, the continuous blade movement was never-ending, the world changed color, the ghosts and gods panicked, coquettish and gorgeous.

Long Yang floated in the blade wind, and his body was riddled with holes by the blade wind, as if he was struggling to survive in the sea of ​​stormy waves and stormy winds.

Then Panlongji swung countless spears under the control of Longyang's mind, attacking and defending, defending and attacking, playing steadily and steadily, and gradually resisted the wind of the sword.

At this moment, Long Yang's comprehension of marksmanship has reached a new level.

"Your gun is very strong!"

Despite being an enemy, the man in black couldn't help but praise Long Yang.

The blood-colored scythe brought out a powerful and unparalleled ferocity, the gloomy ghostly aura made it hard to breathe, and the sword technique was so strange and terrifying that almost no one could stop it.

But the tide rises and falls, and when the sword's power is exhausted, the black qi gradually diminishes, and beads of sweat appear on the face of the man in black.

However, Long Yang seemed to never tire, one shot was stronger than another, and each shot accumulated the residual gun power of the previous shot, which swelled like a snowball after adding each other.

After a hundred strokes, the spear glow and the blood-red aura entrained had reached an appalling aura.

The blood-colored aura fused with the blood-colored coral king in the sea of ​​Longyang Qi is still surging, and it seems that it will never be used up.

He is getting more and more brave!

When the man in black saw this, his face became worse and worse.

"What's the matter, old thing, can't it?"

Long Yang sneered.

The face of the man in black changed, and in the end, as if he had made a decision, he actually slashed at his waist with a knife!

Immediately, the blood-colored sickle was enveloped in black gas, and the black gas gradually expanded, and then there was a loud bang.

A giant fangs ghost with a length of ten feet appeared in front of Long Yang, and the blood-colored sickle was divided into four, covering the limbs of the fang-fang ghost!

"You are very strong! But you shouldn't provoke the Ghost King Sect!"

A giant fangs ghost, four sickles floating in the water, the gloomy wind blows, and the chill is overwhelming.

Long Yang swung out a spear, shooting out splendid rays of light, filling the moonlit night.

The Fang Fang only used the double knives above to smash the rays of light, and the two sickles below it were constantly flying, shooting out a burst of knives.

The strange bright red sword light suddenly filled the air, the sickle seemed to be alive, and the brilliance of the sharp blade lingered, exuding a kind of shocking magic, and bursts of cold murderous aura spread throughout the sea.

The sickle seemed to trigger a coquettish and terrifying power. The black clouds above this sea area began to roll, and violent lightning bolts erupted in the endless deep sea, smashing the seabed land around Long Yang.

The sharp-toothed ghost came from the water, sharp and thin, hurried and fast, with a high-pitched scream like a needle. Harsh and uncomfortable.

It's a suffocating pressure.

Long Yang's heart suddenly trembled. The scream reminded him of the death of Mei, Lan, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, arousing boundless hatred in his heart, and his cold and murderous aura rose to the sky.

After the terrifying lightning, the wind whistled, the entire sea area seemed to be shrouded in black clouds, the already hazy moonlight disappeared suddenly, and the whole world became gloomy and depressing.

Long Yang's body showed endless icy coldness, suddenly jumped up, and charged towards the huge fang-tooth ghost with a spear.

"I want you to pay for those dead girls!"

Long Yang gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

The golden spear swirled rapidly in his hand, like a fluttering golden cloud, reflecting the dark clouds above.

In a blink of an eye, Long Yang rushed to the Fang Fang ghost, his muscles trembling all over his body, and he swung his spear with all his strength.

Fang Fang used both hands and feet, and the four sickles kept flying, quickly suppressing Long Yang's golden spear.

Suddenly, Fang Fang's eyes shot out a dazzling light, exuding a terrifying and coquettish color, and the four knives merged into one, and suddenly swung a blow.

"go to hell!"

The Fanged Demon shouted hysterically.

Long Yang couldn't dodge, and was hit by the knife light, and one arm flew in the water.

He felt extremely hot all over, and even the blood in his body seemed to be ignited, and he seemed to be immersed in a boundless sea of ​​blood in a trance.

But his eyes are still very firm and cold, and at this moment, the surrounding space is already tragic!

At this moment, the surrounding Tianlong Mansion gang members all froze, looking at everything that happened in front of them in disbelief.

Time seemed to have stopped, and everyone was frozen into stone statues as if they had been cast into a vicious spell, dumbfounded.

Long Yang's eyes flashed with boundless pain, and his face gradually became gloomy and ruthless, revealing an unprecedented calm.

The blood vessels in his body kept surging, trying desperately to prevent the black energy from the sickle from entering the body.

"Ow!"

A sound resembling a dog, a horse, and a dragon sounded, as if a roar from ancient times, and then boundless golden light spewed out from Longyang's body, completely illuminating the boundless seabed.

The golden light dissipated, and a creature resembling a dog and a horse appeared on the dark seabed.

A third horn slowly appeared on its head, a golden dragon horn much longer than the other two.

The dragon horns on top of its head bloomed with incomparably bright brilliance, and the dragon scales on its body also increased little by little, exuding an incomparably sacred aura.

It is incomparably brave, with a pair of bright wings flapping constantly behind it, majestic.

Long Yang's body appeared, and the sacred aura permeated the entire sea area, causing everyone to kneel and worship.

Long Yang's severed limbs flew towards him at a high speed, then turned into a golden light and merged into its body, the golden light flashed, and its entire body became perfect.

At this moment, the black cloud shrouded in the sky suddenly made an earth-shattering thunder, and the entire space seemed to be distorted, like a confused reflection on the fluctuating water.

The storm seemed to be coming, and the divine beast that Long Yang had transformed into turned into a golden light, heading straight for the Fanged Ghost. It was so fast that only a flash of light could be seen before it rushed in front of the Fanged Ghost.

The Fang Fang slashed out four swords in unison, slashing out an extremely powerful sword. The blade wind was too sharp, so Long Yang had to avoid it for the time being.

Long Yang's speed was fast, and after dodging a blow, he suddenly turned his head, and there seemed to be a hint of mockery on the beast's face.

I saw that his powerful third horn suddenly began to gather strength, and the golden energy of his whole body flowed towards the dragon horn.

Then a golden beam of light suddenly shot out, turning into a rainbow, radiating in all directions, heading straight for the Fang Fang.

Fang Fang looked at the golden beam of light in disbelief, and finally showed fear for the first time.

"This... this is the breath of a real dragon!"

Fang Fang used all four limbs, and placed the blood-colored sickle on his chest, intending to resist this fatal blow.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the dark seabed, and the dazzling light almost made it impossible to open your eyes.

The huge lightning pierced the earth like a long sword, and the thunder and lightning slammed on the seabed land, splashing huge waves and strange water mist.

The continuous explosion of thunder sounded, as if it wanted to destroy the entire world, and a thick heavenly breath began to permeate.

At this moment, the golden beam of light shot out by Long Yang had already smashed away the black qi surrounding the Fang Fang ghost.

Then, the golden beam of light shattered his defense with a destructive momentum, and the blood-colored sickle was smashed on the spot!

And there was a terrifying big hole in the chest of the Fang Fang ghost, black energy continuously pouring out from it, and then it was scattered by the golden light.

The ferocious and terrifying expression of the fang-toothed ghost suddenly disappeared.

It's just that the big hole in his chest is still there, and the golden light continues to devour the black energy in his body. Obviously, his life is not long.

He suddenly raised his head to laugh.

"I think I was a generation of sword saints, famous all over the world, but because of my own selfish desires, I entered the ghost realm and worked as a tiger under the banner of the ghost king sect!"

As he spoke, blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

The divine aura continued to devour his body, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and after the ghost energy dissipated, he was no longer able to hide his identity. The law of space had discovered that he was not from this world, and the punishment was imminent!

Long Yang looked at him coldly, not sympathizing with him at all.

"A generation of Sword Saints? Sword Saints who only bully little girls?"

He remembered that plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum were all killed by him, remembered the heroic death of Yinggu, and remembered that countless brothers in Tianlong Mansion fell on this pitch-black sea bottom, and endless hatred surged in his heart, wishing to eat his flesh!

The golden light flickered again, and Long Yang's body changed again.

He turned into a young man in a cape, with a handsome face and red-gold eyes. The cape kept floating with the golden air waves, and it was extremely mysterious.

"It's useless to say anything now."

The man in black looked desperately at the black clouds in the sky.

Boom! The dark clouds are rolling, and the cloud of thunder and calamity seems to have accumulated enough power, and is about to drop the thunder penalty to punish all things in the world.

Looking at the rolling thunderclouds, Long Yang suddenly felt that his hands were so pale and weak, and the long spear in his hand was as heavy as a mountain.

In front of this great power of heaven, everything seems so insignificant and insignificant.

At the moment of electric light and flint, a huge thunder and lightning smashed down, and the man in black was instantly drowned in the sea of ​​​​thunder, and his body was directly annihilated, leaving nothing left.

The dazzling lightning in the air shattered everything with a power that Long Yang had never seen before, forming a hazy mist on the seabed.

In this cold and dreamy water mist, Long Yang's mind became very ethereal.

The whole world has become clear and clear, and it seems that you can see farther and wider, seeing birds passing over the earth, seeing the vast sea and sky, and seeing the boundless mysterious starry sky.

The violent lightning and confused splashes gradually dissipated, Long Yang stared at the gradually dissipating thundercloud, the blood-red glamorous light in his eyes suddenly turned into tranquility and peace.

The hatred gradually faded with the death of the man in black. He smelled a trace of the true meaning of heaven from the thunder tribulation just now, but he still didn't quite understand it.

"Is there a day when I can have the power of this thunder and smash all the darkness I can see?"

Long Yang thought silently in his heart.

This may be difficult for the great emperor to do, but this dream has gradually sprouted in Long Yang's heart.