Peerless God of War

Inside the Three Absolutes Formation, Chen Xiao held a five-colored sword light, flashed to Xiaolong, and slashed with a sword.

With a swish, the space was broken, and a dark crack appeared.

Seeing this, Xiaolong did not dodge or evade. Large pieces of dragon scales grew on his body, covering his whole body, and he became a half-dragon man. He clenched his right claw into a fist, and blood surged. A shadow of a dragon soul appeared above his head.

Then, he punched the sword light.

"Dragon Fist."

Bang.

The five-colored sword light dimmed for a while, and cracks appeared, spreading rapidly. Chen Xiao was struck by lightning, as if he was crushed by a mountain. The bones of his arm creaked, and he was knocked back by a punch, retreating dozens of feet, and plowing a big hole on the ground.

Chen Xiao only felt a violent tremor in his arm, a sore and tingling pain, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Sure enough, no matter how much a person's body is tempered, it is far inferior to that of the demon race, let alone the dragon race."

Hiro bit a fruit in his hand and laughed, "You deserve it. Who told you to be so arrogant? You are obviously a sword cultivator and not good at close combat, but you still want to fight with Xiaolong head-on."

"I just want to try where the limit of my physical strength is."

"I know, I know, you can bear it yourself now, it's coming again." Xi Luo said lightly.

Chen Xiao's eyes sank and he was solemn.

On the spot, Xiaolong rubbed his fist, his eyes were red and bloody. He had just fought with Chen Xiao, and the five-colored sword light also cut his fist, leaving a deep wound that could be seen to the bone, and blood was flowing.

But soon, the wound closed and recovered as before, as if there was no trace left.

This is the horror of the body of the World-Destroying Demon Dragon. Unless a blow suffers enough fatal damage, otherwise, it will recover quickly.

In a close combat with Chen Xiao, Xiao Long has an absolute advantage in terms of strength.

"What an amazing recovery ability, much stronger than mine, Xiao Long's blood is really extraordinary."

The Blood Eagle King saw it, and felt a little envious.

He is a cloud eagle, and can also be called a giant of the demon clan, with extraordinary blood, but compared with Xiao Long's dragon blood, it pales in comparison, and there is no comparison at all.

"Hiss~ Recovered again, what a rogue." Gu Feng sighed when he saw it.

"It's worthy of the dragon blood." Gu Lanyue exclaimed.

Zuo Zhao had a bitter face, "In terms of physical strength, the human race is far inferior to the demon race."

Fu Xue patted his arm, comforted him, and slowly said: "Xiao Long is going to make a move, watch carefully."

"Yeah."

Xiao Long twisted his body, making a crackling sound, like thunder, and at the same time, his breath also rose a lot.

The half-dragon form is closer to the dragon form.

This is also one of his innate abilities. He can adjust his form according to the opponent he faces.

The human-shaped dragon is more adept at performing magic, while the half-dragon dragon has a more balanced strength. Once it is fully transformed, strength takes the lead and wins by force.

"Brother, be careful, I'm going to attack."

The dragon roared, kicked the air under his feet, disappeared from the spot, and appeared in front of Chen Xiao in an instant, punching out.

This punch was accompanied by a series of dragon roars, with amazing power, concentrating the pressure of the entire world and crushing Chen Xiao.

A cold light flashed in Chen Xiao's eyes, and he shouted: "Return to heaven."

Swish, swish, swish.

In an instant, countless sword sounds appeared, like a gushing silver fountain, tens of thousands of sword intentions gathered in front of him, condensed into a silver sword ball, protecting Chen Xiao's body.

Bang.

The dragon's fierce punch made a big hole in the sword ball, which sank down.

The surface of the sword ball was extremely smooth, and it slowly rotated, dissipating most of the power, like a soft armor, bearing Xiaolong's full-strength attack.

"This is..." Xiaolong was shocked and his face changed slightly.

He could feel that most of the power of his punch had been dissipated, and the more the fist sank, the harder it was to advance, and the greater the rebound force.

Finally, at a certain critical point, Xiaolong's fist stopped and could no longer advance.

Then, a fierce and extremely powerful recoil force came, which was extremely terrifying.

Chen Xiao smiled and reminded, "Xiaolong, be careful, I'm going to fight back."

"Turning point."

He did not fight back with all his strength, but deliberately slowed down.

The sword ball spread out, turning into thousands of substantial sword intentions, stabbing at Xiaolong, like thousands of arrows fired at the same time, which was creepy.

At such a close distance, there was no way to avoid it.

Xiaolong was frightened and turned pale. He quickly put his fists in front of him. He grew blood-colored dragon scale armor on his body and tried his best to defend himself.

Pah, pah, pah.

In an instant, thousands of sword intents came. At first, the blood-colored dragon scale armor could resist one or two, but it only left traces on the dragon scales and was bounced off.

But soon, as more and more sword intents attacked, the blood-colored dragon scales peeled off and pierced Xiaolong.

Xiaolong was covered with wounds and blood. He was blown away by the rain of swords and fell heavily to the ground, looking a little embarrassed.

"Put it back."

Seeing this, Chen Xiao quickly put away his sword, so as not to really hurt Xiaolong, which would be bad.

At first glance, he only used half of his sword intent to defeat Xiaolong. The other half of the sword intent was hanging behind him and was not used.

Soon, tens of thousands of sword intents converged, flew into his body and disappeared, and turned into an ancient sword monument again, continuing to nurture.

Chen Xiao smiled, very satisfied with the power of the Huitian Sword Formation.

Now, he also truly understood the essence of the Huitian Sword Formation, which is to defend first and then attack, and to strike later and arrive first.

Wonderful.

On the ground, Xiaolong spat out a mouthful of blood, swallowed a healing pill, and his breath stabilized.

He looked unconvinced and said, "Brother, you are cheating, I don't accept it. This is not your strength at all. You just defeated me with the help of the power of the magic weapon."

Chen Xiao smiled and said, "Magic weapons are also a kind of strength, aren't they?"

There are no rules for the fight between the two, anyway, just stop at the right time.

This time, he also wanted to try the power of the Huitian Sword Formation by the way, so he used it.

Otherwise, facing Xiaolong's determined punch just now, he would have been the loser.

Alas, this damn desire to win.

Xiaolong muttered, "Hmph, then I'll use magic weapons too."

"You also use magic weapons? Okay, okay, then let's fight and see whose method is better."

Chen Xiao was not afraid at all, but said with interest.

The advantage of the dragon race lies in bloodline supernatural powers and physique, not magic weapons. Using magic weapons to fight is the strength of the human race, and they are more adept at it.

Xiaolong wanted to fight him, and he was not at all inferior.

Xiaolong gritted his teeth, opened his mouth and spit out a blood crystal dagger, holding it in his hand, "Okay, then come on."

When Chen Xiao saw it, his eyes sank slightly, "It's interesting, come again, and fight to your heart's content."

Soon, the two fought again, fighting fiercely.

Outside the formation, Fu Xue and the other four saw all this, and they all gained something as if they had realized something.