The Ultimate Sword Master

And in the battlefield below.

There were also two more masters who frightened the barbarians.

One of them was blamed, holding a sharp knife, and kept shuttling among the barbarians. Although his chopping skills were a little unfamiliar, the knife was too sharp. The strong body that the barbarians were proud of was no different from paper in front of this divine object given by the Great Dao.

Yu Miao's attack.

But it was completely another way.

The barbarians could not get close to her at all, and they fell down strangely. Except for the red dot on the forehead, there was no trace of injury on their bodies.

In the distance.

Wang Yong and Zhou Ye followed secretly and protected carefully.

"The Saint Son's swordsmanship is unparalleled!"

"The young leader's needlework is peerless!"

The two couldn't help but praise.

Inadvertently.

The two looked at each other and cursed in their hearts.

Bah!

Bullshit swordsmanship, how come you Saint Son, you look like a cook?

The needlework is terrible. Your young master is actually a tailor?

…

In the void.

Looking at the eight Saint Realm masters who suddenly appeared, the Tiansheng Palace Master breathed a sigh of relief.

Here they come!

Finally they come!

After all, they are his own disciples. They didn't let him die!

Earlier.

He weighed the pros and cons.

In the end, he followed.

Now he is here.

If he doesn't even dare to take action, not only will he not earn favors, but he will also lose face.

However.

Facing four Saint Realm barbarians.

Although his cultivation is much stronger than that of the Wanhua Saint Lord, he can only deal with one. The War King's injuries have not healed. Although he will not be defeated against three, he can only barely hold on.

The arrival of the three reinforcements.

It is like sending charcoal in the snow.

Now the situation has reversed.

What needs to be worried about at this moment is the four barbarians.

"War King, right?"

The head of the Fu family is very familiar with people, but he is the first to greet them.

"I am Fu Youde from Zhongzhou, and my son is Fu Yulin, the Heavenly King. The nine rings of the Dao bell are not worth mentioning."

Hearing this.

Several people from Luoheng Holy Land and Xiji Holy Demon Sect secretly glanced at him.

Rumor.

The Fu family in Zhongzhou has produced a top-notch patriarch.

See it today.

It is indeed so!

Not only them, but even the elder of the Fu family who followed them was embarrassed.

"Fellow Daoists."

War King smiled bitterly.

"Today's friendship will be remembered by my two brothers forever, but this battle is dangerous. If something goes wrong later, you can leave on your own."

Dangerous?

Everyone was stunned.

Saint Realm, ten to two.

Yuhua Realm, four to one.

No matter how you look at it, it is a sure win. Where is the danger?

...

War God Temple.

Thousands of miles away.

Sensing the arrival of the person, Yun Ao slowly put away the green flame.

And then.

Three figures fell silently.

One of them had a faint light on his body and a blank expression on his face. He was the Saint Lord Luo Heng.

One of them had a demonic aura and a proud face. He was Yan Qianjue.

One of them had a hint of decay on his body, but his aura was no less than the other two. He was the ancestor of the Fu family, Fu Dahai.

"Three of you."

The purple in Emperor Yan's eyes subsided slightly.

"Thank you very much."

"My action has nothing to do with fellow Taoists."

"Yes, my daughter asked me to do it!"

"The little guy and Yu Lin are close friends. My Fu family will not sit idly by."

The three of them spoke one after another.

They knew the identities of Yun Tian and Yun Ao, but they were not interested in understanding the grudges between the two, let alone interfering. At their level of cultivation, comprehending the Great Dao and entering a higher realm was what they were most interested in.

In fact.

They took action twice, both for Gu Han.

Emperor Yan naturally understood.

But he still accepted this favor.

"Be careful later!"

The purple in his eyes rose again, and he gave another instruction.

"Be careful?"

Yan Qianjue raised his eyebrows.

"You are also a descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, and your strength is not bad, but you are a little timid... Never mind, let me try his skills first!"

Boom!

The voice fell.

The demonic power on his body rose steadily, and the sky suddenly dimmed. Above the heads of several people, a dark demonic cloud about a mile wide appeared in an instant, and bursts of roaring and roaring sounds continued to come from the cloud!

The next moment!

Dozens of demonic shadows instantly fell from the demonic cloud, with hideous expressions, and a hint of bloodthirstiness and violence on their bodies, falling towards Yun Ao!

"Heh!"

Yun Ao chuckled.

"I heard that fellow Daoist has been fighting against Tianlong Temple in the Western Desert for many years on his own. This ability is really not bad, but... it's still not good enough!"

"Ang!"

While speaking.

The green flame on his body instantly turned into a green dragon, and the dragon's eyes swept, and a breath of green dragon breath spewed out!

The dragon breath turned into green flames!

Instantly swept away those demonic shadows!

"Not enough?"

A trace of murderous intent suddenly flashed in Yan Qianjue's eyes.

"Do you think you are that old bald donkey?"

The demonic shadows fell again!

There were hundreds of them!

They directly surrounded the Azure Dragon, opened their mouths wide, and continued to devour its flesh and blood!

For a while.

The demonic shadows continued to decrease.

And the Azure Dragon's figure also became incomplete.

"Actually."

Yun Ao seemed not to notice.

But suddenly he talked about another thing.

"My clan has two treasures."

"One is the Ancestral Dragon Seal. If you get it, you can obtain the inheritance of the Ancestral Dragon, command the descendants of the Ancestral Dragon in the world, and even get a glimpse of the secrets of the Ancestral Dragon!"

"The second is the Ancestral Dragon Mirror, which is made from a piece of dragon scale of the Ancestral Dragon. If you get it, you need to assist the owner of the Ancestral Dragon Seal and help him clear all obstacles!"

"You can say that."

"The Dragon Seal is the main thing, and the Dragon Mirror is the auxiliary."

Every time he said a word.

The hair on his head would turn white, until finally, it was full of white hair!

"But..."

He changed the subject, and his eyes did not see the other three people at all, but only stared at Yan Huang.

"Why!"

"You got the Dragon Seal, and I got the Dragon Mirror?"

"Why!"

"You should be the main thing and I should be the auxiliary?"

"What is the point!"

"I can't compare to you!"

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell.

A boundless green flame suddenly rose from his body, shattering the demon shadow and dispersing the demon cloud with the force of a prairie fire, and even forced the four people's figures to retreat several miles away!

"Not good!"

Yan Qianjue's face changed drastically.

"This person... is more difficult to deal with than that old bald donkey!"

"This..."

Loheng Saint Lord's face also changed slightly.

"This person is so powerful?"

"Alas!"

Fu Dahai sighed.

"It's over. Today, I have to risk my life."

Within the perception of the three people.

At this time, Yun Ao's cultivation level is close to... No, it has reached the Ascension Realm!

"..."

Yan Huang didn't say anything.

But his figure became more and more transparent, and the dragon-shaped mark on his forehead trembled more and more violently. A trace of purple blood fell quietly, and instantly turned into a blazing purple flame, colliding with the green flame.

One step.

One step.

He slowly approached Yun Ao.

"No need to say more, this is our fate, let's end it today."

"Fate?"

For the first time.

Endless anger appeared in Yun Ao's eyes.

"My fate is in my own hands!"

"Today!"

He had a faint contemptuous look on his body, and his eyes swept over several people.

"Then I will suppress all of you!"

"Suppress!"

He shouted.

His face suddenly aged a little!

At the same time.

In the small pond, the little green dragon shook its head and tail, flapping its wings, as if it was a little irritated.

Boom!

Suddenly!

A thick green light rose up directly, broke into the sky, and disappeared!

...

In the battlefield below.

"Father..."

Even though they were very far apart.

But Feng Xi still understood what happened. A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. She flashed and came to Zuo Yang in an instant.

"Big Sister?"

Zuo Yang was stunned for a moment and took back the sharp knife that was about to swing.

"Now."

Feng Xi looked at the sky.

"That person has no time to split himself. It is the best time to break the Dragon Mirror and save my junior brother!"

"Break it?"

In the distance.

The fat man was confused.

"Didn't you say it couldn't be broken?"

"Spiritual Seal."

Feng Xi didn't explain too much.

"That thing was refined by my father's blood and was stained with a trace of the breath of the ancestor dragon. It can barely break a crack and let my junior brother out!"

"Big sister."

Zuo Yang scratched his head.

"I forgot to tell you that I gave our foundation to my junior brother a long time ago. He used it up and didn't give it back to me."

"..."

Feng Xi was stunned for a moment.

...

Inside the Dragon Mirror.

Gu Han had already walked most of the way, and now under the leadership of Chi Yao, it didn't take long for him to find the hub of the small world.

Just took a look.

He was stunned.

The hub was a full ten thousand feet in radius.

It was in the shape of a dragon head.

The two dragon eyes were as black as ink, as if they were alive. Even though they were not living creatures, there were still traces of domineering dragon power falling, which almost stagnated his cultivation in his body.

"See?"

Chi Yao patted his shoulder.

"It's useless!"

"Don't even mention you. Even if I were in my prime, even if I were a hundred of them, I couldn't break this hub. As for you... Tsk, you should just find a place to die."

"Brother."

At some point.

The witch secretly hugged Gu Han again.

"If you can't break it, then you can't break it. Anyway, my sister will never be lonely with you..."

"Heh!"

Chi Yao shook her head repeatedly.

She kept muttering something about being in broad daylight, how shameful, and immoral, which made the witch roll her eyes frequently.

"This breath."

Gu Han seemed to be thinking.

"It seems... a little familiar."

Not only familiar.

He seemed to have had close contact with it.

That's right!

Suddenly!

An idea flashed in his mind.

The Nine-Chi Panlong Seal!