The sword energy turned into a rainbow and soared into the sky.
The flamboyant Ying Long was as fragile as a piece of white paper at the moment, almost torn apart by a sword, so much so that Caesar was already washed by cold water without even facing the pressure personally. _o_m
But the water in the Thames was still bubbling, and the endless river water once again gathered into the shape of a giant beast.
Caesar's golden eyes that were extinguished burned again, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
It seems that as long as the Thames River does not drain dry, these two deadpools can always be driven again.
Only then did he realize the difficulty and seriousness of the matter. The soft and tough water dragon could literally drain them to death here.
What was thought to be a bright future turned dark again for another village, and Caesar's eyes couldn't help but become heavy.
"Rebellious minister!"
The fanatical wind roared in his ears, spreading the majestic and solemn voice. Caesar raised his head in surprise and looked at the figure in mid-air.
A king-like temperament spread out from the young man. It was a strange temperament that Caesar had never seen before.
Li Longyuan's eyes reflected golden flames, like a blazing sea of fire. Even Caesar, who was of A-level descent, looked away immediately as if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion's tail hook.
Yinglong's huge body actually trembled slightly at the roar, and his two wisps of eyes like ghostly fire dimmed a lot, and he was forced to surrender to the monarch's intimidation.
This is absolute suppression from the aura of the superior.
The second level basic ability of Word Spirit, Honorable Position, has been activated.
Many times, Li Longyuan subconsciously avoided activating this ability either because he was seeking a challenge or because the timing was inappropriate.
But at this moment, facing Ying Long's endless offensive, it was enough to play a huge role. It's even enough to turn the battle upside down.
"It...seems...scared."
Caesar looked at Ying Long flying in the distance and waving his membrane wings, and spoke with a slightly surprised tone.
The clear sound resounded throughout the world, like gurgling spring water flowing through a mountain stream, like a drumstick striking a cowhide drumhead, or like a comet streaking across the sky.
Li Longyuan held the hilt of the Rumo sword with his right hand and slowly pulled out Tai'a.
Or, the emperor drew the Emperor's Sword.
The dragon's roar sounded as the sword rubbed against the scabbard. The golden lines on the slender sword lit up inch by inch, and a light traveled like a long dragon.
Violent sword energy surged out, centering on Li Longyuan's body, and spreading in all directions.
Caesar felt the oncoming sword energy and was momentarily out of breath. But he only experiences and feels from the perspective of a bystander.
This is the true power of the famous sword Tai'a.
The flame in Ying Long's eyes dimmed, like a candle flame swaying in the residual wind. The huge membrane wings formed by the light blue water flow violently vibrated, driving his body into the sky.
"Ouch!"
No matter how panicked he felt, no matter how uneasy his movements were, Yinglong knew that he could no longer remain silent. He opened his mouth covered with thorns and fangs, and with a long and tough "dragon kiss" like a crocodile, he quickly swooped down in the direction of the young man. .
Even without the sharp teeth arranged like knives and spears, the impact of the dragon's kiss like a meteorite is enough to smash any spinal creature to bloody pulp.
The night was dim, the moonlight was white, and the water-quality dragon with light blue luster flowing all over its body let out an earth-shattering roar and rushed down with a fierce look in its eyes.
The handsome young man with black hair stood in mid-air, the light in his golden eyes was warm but tough. The hilt of the sword held in his right hand was slowly raised, and the extremely noble ancient sword stood in front of him.
On the hilt of the ink sword, the sun pattern, the moon pattern, and the star pattern shine in three directions, and the bright spots seem to illuminate the world through the white and slender hand.
The frost-white sword edge lay between Li Longyuan's eyes, impartially, and countless subtle lines ignited in the sword body on both sides, lighting up the dragon's body like a dragon and snake swimming around.
At a certain moment, the dragon spirit suddenly stretched out its body, and the dragon transformed into a real dragon, seeming to come out through the ancient sword.
It also opened its mouth and let out a dragon roar. Its sound was pure, noble, and virtuous, as if swearing its authority in the mythical status.
The Yinglong had a crazy look on it, roaring and getting closer with the strong wind. It had already made up its mind to die.
To complete this attack, the giant claws that came out tore through the invisible air flow, and exploded with a harsh sonic boom. .
Li Longyuan just gently passed the Tai'a sword forward, which was raised above his head, and then stopped moving, quietly facing Yinglong's powerful counterattack.
On the slender frost-white sword, a bright and dazzling golden color burst out. After a thunderous dragon roar, a lifelike dragon appeared from the Tai'a sword edge with its teeth spread.
No, to be precise, it turned into a real dragon after the Tai'a sword dissipated.
This is the most mysterious and magical move among the ancient swordsmanship recorded in orthodox records.
His name is Jiazi Gengchen.
The mysterious thing is that this is not a sword slashing at the enemy, but more like a sword slashing at the sword itself.
To put it simply, it means summoning the spirit of the sword to briefly give the sword its own life, turning decay into magic and dead things into living things.
In fact, in the alchemy system of the ancient Dragon Clan, there is the term "living spirit". Many alchemist masters are proud of refining instruments with living spirits. For example, the living spirit "Blue Water Gold" that was seen outside the Yangtze River Bronze Palace Eye beast".
Jiazi Gengchen's move was to temporarily give life to the sword using the method of a transcendent alchemist master.
Orthodox people of all ages like to use this trick as a trump card. When encountering a strong enemy, they sacrifice their blood to the sword to show their evil spirit.
Of course, Li Longyuan has not yet reached the point of running out of water, but Tai'a has a dragon spirit bound within him, so it would be a pity not to use it.
The real dragon that seemed to jump out of thin air almost rose up in the storm. In an instant, it was eight or nine feet long and one foot two wide. It had broad shoulders and raised its head, with a fierce look in its eyes.
The two giant behemoths collided with each other in a brutal and direct manner, each opening its thorn-covered mouth to bite the other's body.
"Hangchi! Bangchi!"
The real dragon swung its head, swung its nose, and continuously exhaled hot breath. However, the body of the watery Yinglong was in a state of disrepair, with half of its broad and tough membrane wings bitten off.
The golden dragon's slender and powerful body spiraled up along Yinglong, tightly confining the entire light blue water dragon with wings on its back. The huge pressure caused by the contraction of the muscles almost crushed Yinglong's "bones" .
"hold head high!"
The golden dragon raised its head and suddenly let out a high-pitched roar. Its huge eyes were filled with blazing flames, and it opened its sharp mouth and bit down on Yinglong's head.
This is a scene of extreme color shock and image impact.
Light gold and light blue are intertwined and mixed together. The two dragons stage the most primitive and savage struggle, but they show the bestiality of strength and beauty everywhere.
At this moment, the real dragon swallowed the water dragon, and the golden flame overwhelmed the frost!
"Roar~"
Yinglong, made of high-pressure water, finally flew away under the strangulation and bite of the golden dragon. This time, the violent and turbulent water seemed to have lost its power and was difficult to regenerate. .
As a bystander of this battle, Caesar was naturally shocked.
He felt that he could see clearly the reason why Ying Long could not be reincarnated again. Even under the cover of the dim night, the flash of blood flowing into the Thames River still looked thrilling. @·No mistake first~~
The golden dragon actually swallowed the two dead waiters into its belly, chewing the flesh and blood into dregs.
But it is obviously just a virtual dragon.
Just when Caesar was thinking like this, he was keenly aware that the wandering dragon's eyes had begun to shift towards him.
The golden dragon was circling and flying freely in the air, its movements were noble and full of majesty, and its huge eyes had an anthropomorphic look.
It stared at Caesar on the ground like the gaze of a monarch.
For a moment, the young man in white formal clothes couldn't help but touch his hand on the dark handle of the knife. He was a little unsure whether the guy summoned by Li Longyuan would attack others.
"Pop!"
A crisp clap broke the silent confrontation between the two. Li Longyuan, who was standing in mid-air, suddenly reached out and clapped his hands, and the hovering golden dragon swam towards him as if it had received an order.
The real dragon with horns, long beards and short claws quickly shrank in size and spiraled up Li Longyuan's slender body. Finally, the small and majestic dragon head clung to his shoulders, like the most real and luxurious decoration.
Caesar suddenly felt that this guy in the sky seemed a little strange.
So much so that he didn't speak for a long time. @*~~
Li Longyuan stretched out a hand and gently rubbed the top of the real dragon's head with his white and moist fingertips, as casually as teasing a pet.
But the dragon was really lazy, lying motionless on the young man's shoulder, which was very different from the previous ferocious supreme image.
They all looked at Caesar below. The blond young man's hand on the handle of the knife could not help but tremble slightly, and there was a thin layer of cold sweat on his palm.
But obviously, Li Longyuan was still the same Li Longyuan. He just rubbed his hand on the dragon's head slightly, and the golden dragon turned into little golden glow and dissipated, turning into a majestic ancient sword and falling into his hand.
Caesar casually removed his hand from the hilt of Dictado's knife, grinning and showing his white teeth.
"Well done!"
He smiled at Li Longyuan who was slowly falling.
Caesar did not mention how the sword turned into a dragon, although he found it incredible and curious. But everyone has their own secrets.
Li Longyuan just smiled slightly to indicate it. He put his hands behind his hands and looked at the calm river again. Those deep eyes seemed to be able to see clearly what was on the other side through the heavy fog.
"It's just a secret method that activates the alchemy field of Tai'a Sword."
After observing for a while, Li Longyuan suddenly turned his head and answered Caesar's doubts. Of course he could see the doubt clearly in his eyes.
"I'm afraid there's still some problems over there, Senior Brother Chu. How about we go there?"
Even though he was far away, Li Longyuan could still feel the hot temperature related to the flames drifting down the river wind. .
