The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

Item without hate!

There is no doubt that that figure is Xiang Wuhen!

This fellow, it turned out that he ran into this valley to slay the dragon!

Although the valley was dark, in Yang Zheng's eyes, everything was business as usual, and he could see the shape of the evil dragon very clearly. This dragon is not a kind of divine dragon, but a dragon beast similar to Yinglong, such as the Jade Spirit Dragon that followed the Jade Dharma King at the beginning, and those that were kept in captivity by Longmen.

This dragon beast has scales all over its body, a pair of black wings behind it, and between the flapping fans, there is a breath of flame, the dragon head is huge, and the mouth is a red flame, which burns the air in an instant.

This dragon should be the ultimate combat power in the Shattered Realm, but Xiang Wuhen, holding a Thunder Saber, has also practiced the Purple Thunder Magic and Purple Thunder Saber Technique inherited from Thunder Saber. Although it is a bit stressful to fight against this dragon, he will fight with all his strength. There is still hope that this dragon will be beheaded.

After all, Xiang Wuhen is a protagonist-level character, and it is very possible for him to suddenly explode his potential.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared, it breathed again, and the red flames burned a large piece!

"Shen Lei Hell!"

I saw Xiang Wuhen holding the knife in both hands, the man and the knife flipped in the air at the same time, the tyrannical sword qi was like a whirlwind, building a net of sword qi, and a knife slashed on the dragon!

"boom!"

"Ziz!"

This sword qi hit the dragon, and thunder and fire flashed, but unfortunately, the power was still a little weaker, and it could only hurt the dragon's fur, but not the dragon.

"The swordsmanship is good, but the power is too weak."

Yang Zheng shook his head.

"Humph!"

Yun Piao Piao snorted coldly, took a step to the left, and kept a distance from Yang Zheng.

"Unexpectedly, there is such an evil dragon in this valley. If it runs out, I am afraid that it will cause harm to the people. It would be better to get rid of it as soon as possible."

Yin Ling walked to Yang Zheng's side and whispered softly.

"That's right, if this lack of hatred can't slay the dragon, let me do it."

Yang Zheng replied and glanced at Yun Piao Piao.

Yun Piao Piao snorted again, expressing disdain. Yang Zheng didn't care about this, he was a little curious, where did the Lord of Cloud Castle go? He passed by Dongbao just now, and he didn't see the Lord of Cloud Castle. Could it be that he went to travel around the world.

"Roar!"

"Ziz!"

"Boom!"

In the valley, the battle was still fierce, Xiang Wuhen couldn't help the dragon for a while, and the dragon couldn't kill him either.

Yang Zheng took another look at Xiang Wuhen's sword, and couldn't help shaking his head for a while. Xiang Wuhen was using the Purple Thunder Thunder Sword, but unfortunately his internal strength was a little weaker. The same move was only one-tenth of the power he used, not even less than that. One-twelfth, with this level of purple thunder blade technique, it is almost impossible to kill this evil dragon.

"How many strikes has he practiced with his Purple Thunder Blade Technique?"

So, Yang Zheng asked, naturally it was Yun Piao Piao.

"I don't want to talk to you!"

Yun Piao Piao responded coldly.

"Ah."

Yang Zheng chuckled lightly and looked at the battle situation: "With his inner strength, if he wants to kill this evil dragon, he won't be able to take down the sword without thundering the Five Mountains."

Just now, the attack of Shen Lei Hell that Xiang Wuhen used was the third strike of Zi Lei, and it was probably only at the primary level of Shattered Realm when it was displayed.

The thunderbolt of the Five Mountains was the fifth strike of Zi Lei. With Xiang Wuhen's current level, it might be able to injure the dragon.

"you!"

Hearing this, Yun Piao Piao suddenly turned around and glared at Yang Zheng angrily.

"Roar!"

Also at this time, in the valley ahead, there was a roar of an evil dragon, and then I heard Xiang Wuhen's muffled hum, and then I saw a figure being blasted over!

"puff!"

Xiang Wuhen landed on this platform, the thunder knife plunged into the ground, and squatted half-squatting, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

he is injured!

He was injured by an evil dragon, and it looked like he was badly injured!

"Brother!"

Yun Piao Piao exclaimed and was about to step forward.

"Roar!"

Almost at the same time, the evil dragon came again, and Xiang Wuhen just raised his head and stared at the evil dragon, but he had no power to backhand, his inner breath was exhausted!

"Ugh."

At this critical moment, Yang Zheng sighed softly, took one step forward, and appeared in front of Xiang Wuhen the next moment, grabbed his right hand, and grabbed the Jiuyou Thunder Sabre from Xiang Wuhen's hand, facing the evil spirit that rushed towards him. Dragon, it is easy to open up with a knife.

"Ziz!"

Five knives in one breath!

I saw a huge thunderball taking shape in an instant, blasting away at the dragon!

"Roar!"

Evil dragon, rushing furiously!

"boom!"

The huge thunderball hit the dragon!

The evil dragon was instantly shrouded in lightning, and its rushing momentum was blocked, and the evil dragon trembled!

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

"Ziz!"

"Boom!"

In exactly three seconds, the dragon fell to the ground with a bang, and the huge head just threw himself in front of Yang Zheng!

"This evil dragon is tyrannical with blood and blood, so it can't be wasted like this." Yang Zheng took a step forward, waved his thunder knife, and saw the huge head of the evil dragon rolling down.

He picked up the dragon's head, walked to Xiang Wuhen, raised the dragon's head high, and saw the boiling dragon blood dripping down on Xiang Wuhen's body like rain!

"Bathing dragon blood can make your body more powerful. Although it's a little painful, I believe you have no hatred and should be able to bear it."

The dragon's blood was sprinkled on Xiang Wuhen's body, making a zizi sound. The armor on his body was under the dragon's blood, and the holes were corroded in the blink of an eye.

Xiang Wuhen gritted his teeth, kept a half squat, and held on strong.

At this moment, he hated in his heart, hated himself for not being strong enough, even holding the Nine Serenity Thunder Sabre, he couldn't kill a dragon, and in the end he had to rely on an outsider like Yang Zheng!

Xiang Wuhen, although there is no hate in his name, but at this moment, he only has hatred in his heart, hatred for himself!

"Okay, that's almost it. Being able to withstand the dragon's blood shows that your will is enough to judge. A failure is nothing, Xiang Wuhen, your potential is good, and you have the opportunity to deduce the purple thunder sword technique to a new height. This sword, or Here, I will give you three years, after three years, I hope you can catch up with another descendant of the Thunder Sword."

"Zheng!"

Yang Zheng stuck the thunder knife on the ground and looked at the dragon's body: "The dragon's heart is also a good thing. After you recover, go get it yourself."

Xiang Wuhen didn't respond. He sat down with his legs crossed, closed his eyes, and began to heal and absorb the effect of dragon blood.

As for Yun Piao Piao, the moment Yang Zheng slashed the dragon with a knife, he was stunned in place. Her mood was quite complicated, because Yang Zheng was too powerful, so powerful that she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

This man named Yang Zheng seems to be able to do whatever he wants! ..