The Most Powerful Young Man

The python turns into a dragon for a thousand years, and the dragon turns into a dragon for a thousand years.

This is also Tao.

"Red Lotus is mine, no one can take it away." That cold voice said to Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao said cheerfully: "You said this is yours, is this yours? Is your name written on it?"

Xue Jiao was furious and said, "I have been protecting Xue Jiao for hundreds of years!"

"Then there is a fart? The thousand-year king and eighty-thousand-year turtles, what, the sea is theirs? The big fish have to pay taxes to them?" Xiao Yao said.

"..." Xue Jiao finally gave up Xiao Yao's argument.

It feels that it is very meaningless to quarrel with human beings.

They despicable human beings, have they ever made any sense?

Thinking of this, Xue Jiao was furious, head like a tank, and slammed towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao looked like a mayfly in front of Xuejiao, but his body was very agile. After avoiding the impact of Xuejiao, the black dragon knife infused with aura in his hand severely slashed at Xuejiao's body.

Sparks flew everywhere, as if they were chopped on the hardest metal in the world.

There was a sharp pain from Xiao Yaohu's mouth, and it was obvious that some of the black dragon knives in his hand were about to be thrown out.

After that, he pulled a distance back quickly, and his eyes were more alert when he looked at the snow glider.

He felt that he had completely underestimated the defensive ability of this snow dragon before. You must know that with his knife just now, even a tank can be cut with a single cut, and even an aircraft carrier is like cutting tofu with a knife.

However, after the knife fell, that Xue Jiao didn't even have a trace on his body.

This gave Xiao Yao a sense of frustration.

"Human, even if you hold a spirit weapon, what can you do? Can you kill me?" The Xue Jiao's voice was full of ridicule towards Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao raised his head, looked squarely at the red eyes of the two lanterns, and sneered again and again.

"Let's not say that you are just a snow dragon. Even if you really turn into a dragon, I can't kill you?" When Xiao Yao spoke, he transported the aura in his body again.

"Hmph, then let me see how capable you are!" The tearing voice of the snow scorpion sounded again, and the whole valley of reincarnation shook in an instant, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

Xiao Yao's face remained unchanged, his body hung in the air, and the purple light pattern spread around like a spider web, and finally enveloped the snow dragon.

The black dragon knife in his hand was raised high.

The moment Xiao Yao raised the black dragon knife, Xue Jiao seemed to have a very bad feeling.

It seems that the surrounding air has become thinner.

It didn't wait for Xiao Yao to accumulate energy, and it already rushed towards Xiao Yao.

Opening his mouth, a group of faintly blue flames like wildfire churned with heat waves, and hit Xiao Yao.

The smell of blood made Xiao Yao almost fainted.

Xiao Yao's eyes were cold, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

Finally, a knife fell, the sword surged upward, and it seemed to be able to cut the day.

The straight sword air is like a mark, and the posture is about to cut the Snow Jiao in half.

The sword surged for a thousand miles.

Xue Jiao's body was still ascending towards Xiao Yao's position. It seemed that he wanted to swallow Xiao Yao in one bite, but was pushed out by this sword air, and he let out a scream of screams in his mouth. Hit **** the snow-capped mountain wall behind him.

Even the walls of the snow-capped mountains were chopped by a knife to drop countless ice cubes, like the ice cone on the roof that you could see when you looked up when you were a child, falling down to smash holes several meters deep.

The momentum of a knife.

After Xuejiao's body hit the wall of the snow-capped mountain, it was still rolling on the wall for about ten laps before barely stabilizing it.

"One sword, name Zhankong." Xiao Yao's head was covered with dense beads of sweat.

This knife exhausted the general aura in his body, but it only exerted 30% of the power of the black dragon's first knife.

If it is ten percent, maybe this iceberg that stretches for several miles can be divided into two parts, right? Maybe, more than that, he thought to himself.

"Dare to hurt me, **** it!" Xue Jiao's voice did not ring in Xiao Yao's mind this time, but echoed throughout the valley of Samsara.

Li Yaowen's face instantly turned pale, and then, a mouthful of jet-black blood came out from his mouth.

Peng Yiming's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly pulled Li Yaowen in front of him.

"The strength of this Xue Jiao is more than that, we are careless, you are behind me, don't resist!"

Li Yaowen nodded, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked in a low voice, "The young master will be fine, right?"

Peng Yiming's eyes flickered, obviously he didn't have enough confidence.

If it were him, he would definitely not be able to beat Xue Jiao, even if he was already a cultivator in the Lingjiang realm.

Even the lingering power that accompanied this roar gave him a headache.

He raised his head, looked at Xiao Yao who was in the center of the storm, and sighed.

Faced with such a powerful beast, can Young Master really do it?

It's just that he also understands that even if he wants to help in the past, he can't walk away at all, otherwise, even the aura that erupts during the battle, it is not Li Yaowen, Jiang Hongdou, and the three of them can resist.

Xiao Yao once again wrestled the black dragon knife in his hand.

His eyes turned cold and his voice was indifferent.

"Only a character who is forced to a dead end will roar. Is your strength limited to this?" Xiao Yao sneered, "Why, look at my second sword, how about Zhanxian?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his wrist again, the spiritual energy in his body was rushing frantically, and the purple light exuding from his body became more intense.

The original invisible sword energy was all infiltrated into purple.

A purple long rainbow is enough to penetrate the entire world.

The sword is majestic, and the purple gas is coming to the east!

Xue Jiao's body twisted desperately, trying to avoid the blow, even if it had absolute confidence in its natural armor scales, but at this time, it didn't dare to fight hard.

When it found that it was difficult to avoid it because of its huge body, its body turned into a silver light and rushed towards Xiao Yao.

Straight as a line.

Xiao Yao stared at the silver light that struck him with no fear in his eyes.

When the knife fell, the purple rainbow light condensed into the shape of a long knife, and it collided with the silver light.

This is night, but it is as bright as day.

The huge ball of light slowly rose in the air, and when it burst open, the extremely thick aura forced Peng Yiming a certain distance.

You know, he is just a spectator!

What's more, is Xiao Yao in the center of the battle?

Xiao Yao's body also flew out like a kite with a broken wire, and fell into the ice and snow.

That snow dragon didn’t end well. Although it had a strong aura, it hadn’t turned into a dragon after all. It was just a snow dragon. Xiao Yao’s black dragon knife was originally a divine tool, not to mention that Xiao Yao, who uses the knife, has already entered Lingjiang hit.

Xiao Yao is confident enough. If he is only an ordinary Lingjiang realm cultivator, he might be able to kill the opponent with this knife.

It is a pity that this Snow Jiao is obviously much stronger than those practitioners in the Lingjiang realm.

Especially the defensive ability, he wondered whether even a cultivator in the Linghai realm could have the defensive power of this snow dragon.

It's terrible!

Xue Jiao's body smashed into the mountain wall, and when Xiao Yao got up, it rolled out of it again.

The scales on its body have already begun to seep out blood.

"I really thought you would be invincible in the world!" Xiao Yao laughed and said, "It seems that you will still get hurt!"

Xue Jiao said angrily: "What about this? How many more can you cut? Don't you still have to die?"

Xiao Yao fell into a brief silence.

He had to admit that this Xue Jiao's words had reached a critical point.

Heilong made two swords, indeed violent, completely unreasonable, extremely domineering.

With the third cut, Xiao Yao couldn't cut it, his strength was not enough, and his ability was not enough. Even with the first cut, he couldn't cut out absolute aura.

It seems that if you want to cut the third cut, you must cut the first cut and the second cut by ten percent.

To Xiao Yao now, it was too far away.

Xue Jiao struck Xiao Yao again.

This time, it was fully fired.

Although it felt that it could still be the final victor, but the practitioners of the Lingjiang realm in front of him had already brought a lot of pressure on it.

After this battle, I am afraid, it will have to practice for hundreds of years before it can obtain the qualifications of transforming dragons.

The thought of this makes it furious.

However, just when Xue Jiao thought he was about to swallow Xiao Yao, the black dragon knife in Xiao Yao's hand suddenly rolled in a circle in his palm.

Then, the black dragon knife flashed a dazzling golden light.

With Xiao Yao as the center, a breath of prehistoric origin spreads around.

The snow Jiao's body suddenly stopped in the air.

It looked at the black dragon knife in Xiao Yao's hand as if it had lost its eyes.

"This is-Dragon Qi?"

Xiao Yao grinned.

Although the dragon qi in the body is not enough, it is more overbearing than the spiritual qi.

Pouring into the black dragon knife can also increase the strength by 10 or 20%.

Although I don't know if this knife can completely cut Xuejiao to death, but in the face of such a powerful beast, even if there is not much hope, he has to do everything.

Xiao Yao is not an irrational person, but now that he has to make a desperate bet, what else can he hesitate?

Behind Xiao Yao, the golden light skyrocketed again, and a golden imaginary dragon was tossing in the air, soaring clouds and fog, breathing and waving claws, and the atmosphere was picturesque.

"Can you block this knife?" Xiao Yao whispered softly.

However, when Xiao Yao was about to cut it down, that cold voice rang in Xiao Yao's mind again.

"Stop, I give up!"

Xiao Yao recognized that it was Xue Jiao's voice.

Xiao Yao frowned, a little surprised.

"I was originally a Jiao, and I was naturally angry when I lost to the Dragon King. I gave up and I gave up!"

After speaking, a message suddenly appeared in Xiao Yao's mind.

A piece of golden paper, densely packed with boys, the four characters on it are the clearest.

"Recognize the master contract."

Xiao Yao's expression was dull.

Before Xiao Yao put away the dragon energy in his body, the snow dragon suddenly rose into the air, faded away from the white armor, turned into a dragon spirit, and penetrated into Xiao Yao's body.

As soon as he entered the body, he was absorbed by the rotating Yulong Jue.

Jiao Ling enters the body, Shenlong looks sideways.