Reborn Of Dragon God

"Sister jing'er, you and my brother must have gone through a lot of things we don't know from acquaintance to acquaintance."

"We believe in my brother, so we will also believe in you. That's what we all think. I hope you can stay."

Wan'er's sincere words make jing'er feel warm. She knows that they are right and wrong.

What's wrong is just the teasing of fate. It's totally different from the concept of the creature who was born low, evil and obscure, and the one who stood at the top from the beginning.

How could she belittle herself with the mind of the God of war she knew so well?

Jing'er now thinks that there should be nothing in this world. It's Long Yun who doesn't know.

No one bothers me. Who am I as tired as?

"Well, jing'er is willing to stay!" The final embrace of the two women ended the changeable farce.

On the other side, Long Yun is badly hurt by Wu Tian.

But he also succeeded in seizing Shengyuan Tianzi sword, the most evil treasure in heaven and earth, which is more evil than poppy.

It is also the only sharp weapon that can frighten the spirits of ancient Protoss.

It's only a pity that we don't know what happened to the fairy.

From the corridor bridge of the temple to the death place of the sinner, Long Yun feels that he has fallen for a long time, but he always feels that he has not touched the darkness under the bottom.

wants to know that Long Yun can adjust the movement of light body shadow in different space to achieve the maximum movement speed.

Just now, there was a breath of divine soldiers and generals in the rear. I don't know where they were thrown.

Long Yun doesn't think that he has an advantage in speed, because the distance is not long enough, so he can't get rid of those powerful magic soldiers.

This made him feel as if he had come to the wrong place and fell to a place where he had never come in at all. Strangeness and curiosity welled up in his heart.

Dragon Cloud simply slowed down the speed of the fall, floating in a piece of heaven.

The silence around and the darkness in the deep bottom make Longyun's thoughts cluster.

"Where did Ben warlord come to? Who can tell me? "

He yelled at the vast world, but there was no reply, but there was a breath of danger.

Long Yun quickly raises his sword and holds it right. He hasn't introduced the soul of the sword into the Shengyuan emperor's sword yet, so he's worried.

But this breath of terror seems to be ready for leisure, not in a hurry to deal with Long Yun.

Think about this, Long Yun just began to cross the soul of the move.

First, a wooden Shengyuan emperor's sword flashed out of his space ring.

Compared with the real goods of golden splendor, the appearance is not bad at all, and more deterrent.

It is because the soul of the sword is hidden in it. The swordsman, the weapon of a hundred soldiers, is the strong feeling that this sword conveys to Long Yun.

Similarly, whenever I hold it, I always feel the endless killing contained in it.

How many people did this sword kill to achieve such soul shaking.

Long Yun almost forgot that he was in the process of subduing his sword soul.

It seems that the soul of the sword chose himself, not Longyun.

"Is it ashamed of the God of war? Ha ha Long Yun shakes off his random thoughts, and the preparation for crossing the soul has been completed.

The wooden Shengyuan emperor's sword began to make a trembling sound. However, the spirit of the sword seemed unwilling to come out of the false host.

Long Yun asked himself that there were not tens of thousands of such activities, and there were thousands of them, and they were all the best holy weapons.

And I've never been reluctant to go to the right host.

There's no way. Long Yun can only use his own mixed five elements power to extract the sword soul bit by bit.

At this moment, Long Yun knew that the edge of the sword was never the tip on both sides.

In front of a real sword, you should have been injured when you saw it.

This is the king of the hundred soldiers!

"Hum!" It seems that the deep feeling of Long Yun makes the sword soul sound joyfully.

Soon he was taken out by Longyun, but the next sign made Longyun almost sweat.

Taking the supreme evil spirit of sword soul as the pioneer, it wants to jump into its body by force.

If it wasn't for the powerful physique of the real dragon, the dragon cloud would have been dead just now.

How close! "How dare you take my body? The God of war is the only fighting God between heaven and earth. I have to show you my blood. "

Longyun's heart is flying out of his own blood, which contains the essence of his blood.

The surging ancient power and the supreme evil launched a mortal struggle, and the battle between good and evil was imminent.

When the fire of Longyun's faith was burned most vigorously, the evil spirit gave in.

But just at this moment of relaxation, Long Yun suddenly felt something came into his body and disappeared.

This also makes the fire of self-confidence suddenly go out from boiling, and all the discomfort seems to have no trace.Long Yun looked at the soul of the wooden Shengyuan emperor's sword, and became so peaceful and obedient.

So he didn't think about it any more, and immediately put this "guy" back into the original holy vessel.

A shining light of the whole sky burst out from the Shengyuan emperor's sword, and even its rank suddenly broke through the shackles of the holy weapon.

Long Yun doesn't feel wrong. It's not the scope of the holy ware. You should know how cunning his vision of refining utensils is between heaven and earth.

"The holy instrument goes up. What instrument should the God of war call you? I'll call you the king's instrument. "

Long Yun's happiness was not over, and he felt that there was something sour and soft in his body.

It's supposed to be the time to smooth out the evil spirit. I'm not careful to be fooled by something.

When Long Yun scanned his body with his powerful black and white pupil, he finally found the thing hidden in his soul.

"Good fellow! I can enter my soul. It turned out to be a small sword body soul. " Long Yun was surprised.

He almost looked inside for dozens of seconds to confirm his idea. This small sword soul can't be called sword soul.

It is more precious and rare than the soul of the sword, commonly known as the soul of the sword.

This is also the secret that Long Yun discovered when his previous swordsmanship attainments reached a peak level.

The ultimate meaning of swordsmanship known by the world is the unity of man and sword to achieve the realm of "no matter what, no sword".

A hair, a wisp of wind, can be a killing sword, or a saving sword.

In the same way, Long Yun's body can also be transformed into a sword in his heart, which is the highest achievement of his swordsmanship attainments in previous generations.

But Long Yun is not satisfied with this. He raises another question in the realm of sword that the swordsman never dares to think about.

Is there a higher realm above this realm?

The answer is yes, and even let Long Yun find that there are several realms in such a high level of swordsmanship.