The white bones are the body, and the golden patterns are the shadows.
Live in illusion and transform into Xuanming.
The Phantom Hidden Dragon, which was reborn step by step from the Xuanming Nether Snake, although it is called a dragon, is actually still a snake.
Each section of the intertwined bones has the spirit of a divine beast roaring and screaming.
When the head collided with the golden-armored warrior transformed by Han Muye, the violent waves aroused tore apart the void.
A star was directly smashed into powder by the surging force in front of their bodies.
In the illusory world for thousands of miles around, the stars are like jellyfish floating in the sea, turbulent and torn apart.
Han Muye withstood the collision of the bone dragon with punch after punch, biting it.
Nothing fancy.
When one's cultivation reaches this level of combat power, the power of various rules has already been blessed in every blow.
Except for some top-notch magical methods and top-notch treasure blessings, other methods have very little increase in combat power.
"boom--"
Han Muye punched down the golden-armored warrior and took half a step back.
Not being pushed back, but adjusting a little.
He's just an evil dragon, how can he compete with the Dragon Crocodile, which is known for its peak strength?
Sure enough, when he took a step back and the energy and blood in his body surged again, the body of the bone dragon opposite him shook and slowly dissipated.
The dissipated bone dragon transformed into a stern young man wearing a black robe and standing eight feet tall.
The young man held a bone sword in his hand. The bones were white and gleaming with illusory aura.
Han Muye paused and reappeared.
"You're quite interesting." Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Nie Long showed a bit of curiosity on his face.
"It's strange that Dragon Crocodile dares to refine his power, but it still hasn't had any backlash."
"I know what you're here for."
"If you can perform ten moves under my Bone Sword, I will give you a chance."
The bone-white sword vibrated slightly, and sword intent surged from the sword's edge.
The sound of the sword's roar was filled with the dragon's roar, and the layers of dragon shadows on the sword's edge intertwined with the phantoms of the mythical beasts.
This sword was actually made from the spine of a divine beast.
But at this time, Han Muye's focus was not on the material of the sword, but on the sharp kendo artistic conception on the sword.
In addition to his own swordsmanship inheritance and the swordsmanship of Lu Yue Sword God, the sword intent of this evil dragon turned out to be the strongest.
What made him curious was that a prehistoric overlord who was famous for his divine soul illusion had such strength in swordsmanship.
"Swordsmanship." Han Muye whispered.
Nielong seemed to feel a little proud of shocking Han Muye, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I see that one of the people you are traveling with is good at swordsmanship. I guess you are no stranger to swordsmanship." The white bone long sword pointed forward, and the golden divine patterns on the sword lit up.
"I hope your strength won't make me regret drawing my sword."
As the words fell, the divine light on Nielong's body stirred, and a whole body of power was poured into the long sword, and the sword's intention was directly stimulated.
Thousands of eerily white bone dragons emerged from the long sword, turning into a roaring torrent and crashing towards Han Muye.
This time, there is no grand scene like before where the stars were shattered with just a lift of hands and feet, but each of these bone dragon shadows is a rule condensed by the artistic conception of a sword.
With these thousands of rules, it would be enough to smash the universe filled with countless stars, not to mention smashing the stars.
A prehistoric overlord used invincible swordsmanship to show off the world's top combat power.
Han Muye knew that the Sword God Lu Yue, who used the power of swordsmanship to crush the galaxy, was such a strong man.
Of course, there is still a big gap between the sword in front of him and the swordsmanship of Lu Yue Sword God.
Because in Han Muye's view, this evil dragon's swordsmanship was really not that good.
If it weren't for the fact that he was an evil dragon, an overlord from the prehistoric era, he wouldn't even bother to compete with him.
"Zheng——"
The sword edge vibrated, and a green sword light appeared.
When the sword light appeared, Nielong's eyes froze, and there was a hint of astonishment on his face.
Opposite Han Muye also held a sword tightly in his hand, and then swung it out gently.
The sword light is not bright.
But this was not a bright sword light, but it actually had the power to make his soul feel a little shaken.
This kind of power is the suppression in the way of swordsmanship.
Han Muye's swordsmanship is actually higher than that of Nie Long!
How can this be!
The clear sword edge flashed, and every time it moved forward, it caused the power of the void to gather.
After the sword's edge flashed ten times, the world ahead was only clear.
The sky and the earth are green.
Everything becomes a shadow.
This is the true sword intention that cuts into pieces the power of heaven and earth and the rules of the void!
"Buzz——"
The clear sword light collided with the sword intention of the Bone Sword, and all the power between heaven and earth seemed to melt away in an instant.
A ray of sword light washed away the cloud dust.
All the strength of the bones dissipated and returned to dust and smoke.
"Zheng——"
The clear sword light returned to heaven and earth.
But in the next moment, Nielong suddenly changed his color.
Suddenly a clear sword flashed in the void in front of him and stabbed directly into his chest.
The sword light penetrated his robe and touched his chest, and the coldness seemed to pierce his heart.
Even though his body had already been condensed to the extreme, he still felt a twinge of pain before this sword light.
How long has it been since you felt this way?
Nie Long raised his head, with a trace of confusion on his face.
"There are really not many people in this world who dare to draw a sword against me." There was a hint of melancholy in Han Muye's voice.
It's so cold at high places, no one is worthy of drawing a sword by oneself, and no one is qualified to draw a sword against oneself.
lonely.
Looking at Han Muye in front of him, Nie Long had the urge to step forward and tear him apart.
Shouldn't this expression belong to you?
"kill--"
An unspeakable anger surged up, the evil dragon roared wildly, and stabbed out the sword in his hand again.
This time he did not activate the sword intention, but the sword intention was poured into the sword body. He followed the sword and appeared directly behind Han Muye.
Close combat.
This is the reason why he makes such a choice because he is extremely confident in his own swordsmanship.
With their level of power, they should have taken action across thousands of worlds, but at this time, facing each other up close and personal was far more dangerous than fighting in the air.
"Zheng——"
When Nielong stabbed Han Muye's vest with his sword, a sword light blocked the sword.
"I'm curious, what experience made you so confident in your swordsmanship." Han Muye whispered, and the sword light in his hand suddenly flickered.
The sword light climbed onto the white bone sword, and then with a pull, the long sword in Nie Long's hand was pulled away.
Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold the long sword, and a faint spiritual power was poured into it.
He seldom contemplates the memories of objects with owners.
But at this time, he was really curious. Nielong's swordsmanship was very good, but he was really not good enough to face him head-on.
Not even good enough to be so confident.
Who gave him the courage?
"How is it possible..." Looking at his empty right hand, Nielong muttered to himself.
His swordsmanship is so strong, how come someone can take his sword away?
The last person to take his sword was...
"Buzz--" The bone-white sword vibrated.
In the long sword, layers of memory images appeared in Han Muye's mind.
Bloody, horrific.
Every time a mythical beast is killed, a section of its spine will be extracted and then used to refine the sword.
This bone sword was actually made from the spines of nine hundred and ninety-nine divine beasts.
"You, you can see my soul mark!" Nie Long's face turned pale and his eyes widened.
Who is the top player in playing Soul?
Is there anyone in the world who can surpass his evil dragon in terms of the methods used by the soul?
impossible!
Such creatures have not existed since ancient times.
He is a powerful person in the ancient world who used the power of his soul to activate the reversal of space and achieve the level of overlord.
How could anyone surpass him in the movement of the soul!
No matter how surprised Nielong was, Han Muye had already seen the scene he wanted to see.
"Buzz——"
A sword light cut out in his mind, and his soul was shocked, and he resisted the sword light and annihilated it.
"Lu Yue Sword God?"
"Did you learn the art of swordsmanship from him?"
"He told you that you have surpassed him and there is no need for him to stay in this universe anymore?"
Han Muye had a strange look on his face.
If he hadn't seen Lu Yue Sword God's swordsmanship and fought against Nie Long at this time, he wouldn't have such an expression.
Can the evil dragon in front of him surpass Lu Yue Sword God?
In terms of combat power, Nie Long is not inferior to Lu Yue Sword God.
But in terms of swordsmanship, Sword God Lu Yue can instantly kill countless evil dragons.
This is not on the same level at all.
Han Muye guessed that Lu Yue Sword God's swordsmanship had reached the level where nothing could be created with one sword and everything could be destroyed with one sword.
Exists only at the level of conjecture.
Just like the creation of living beings in the weapon refining.
For swordsmen like Han Muye, the swordsmanship of Lu Yue Sword God is the ultimate pursuit.
The Nielong swordsman in front of him was about the same level as Qin Suyang. He was strong enough, but he was not qualified to challenge Lu Yue Sword God.
"Do you recognize Lu Yue Sword God?" Niilong was stunned when he heard Han Muye's words.
"How many rounds can he go in front of you?"
Looking at Nielong's expression, Han Muye shook his head slightly.
The guy in front of him was deceived by Lu Yue Sword God.
But with Lu Yue Sword God's cultivation and combat prowess, why would he deceive Nie Long?
Han Muye frowned slightly, with a glint in his eyes.
He thought about it.
"Sword God Lu Yue taught you the art of swordsmanship. What did he exchange with you?" Han Muye looked at Nielong and asked.
Nielong frowned and was not prepared to answer, but still said: "It's just a slight reversal of the origin of time and space."
Reversal of time and space.
it is as expected.
Therefore, Lu Yue Sword God can travel through various voids and eras.
"How much of the origin of reversing time and space did you give him?" Han Muye stared at Nielong.
Nielong snorted coldly and shouted: "I want you to take care of-"
Before he could finish his voice, Han Muye had already thrust out his sword.
Nielong raised his hand and made a move. The bone sword in Han Muye's hand turned into pieces and returned to his hand. Then he raised his hand and faced Han Muye's sword with a sword light.
But at this moment, Han Muye's sword light exploded and condensed into a bright cold light.
"Stab-"
The sword light directly shattered the long sword in Nie Long's hand, and then pointed at his neck.
Fighting at close range, this sword light surpassed Nielong's imagination.
"Say." Han Muye's sword was icy cold.
The evil dragon's expression changed, and the bone sword in his hand reunited, turning into a bone hammer.
Above the long hammer, a cold halo shone, hitting Han Muye's long sword.
"boom--"
A burst of green lightning struck Han Muye's long sword, and the sword's edge trembled and suddenly shattered.
Han Muye's eyes shone brightly and he shouted: "Yin Ling Lei!"
The thunder in the world is naturally the strongest and most yang.
Use the power of thunder to inspire all living things.
This is the beginning of the endless power of heaven.
If many creatures want to improve their realm, they have to be bombarded by thunder and cause disasters caused by the power of heaven and earth.
Only the most powerful and powerful sky thunder can make people's souls be refined.
But there is also the kind of thunder that turns into femininity after pure yang.
For example, the Yin Ling Lei mentioned by Han Muye.
This is a kind of thunder that even hardens to the point of yin.
"Haha, I haven't used my special skills yet, swordsmanship, I'm just using it for fun." Nielong gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.
The bone hammer in his hand continued to hit, and green thunderbolts wrapped around Han Muye's body, and then condensed into chains.
Playing with thunder?
In the ancient times, Kui Niu was indeed not as powerful as Nie Long, who became the overlord.
But that kind of power is at the level of power, not the original magical power.
Compared to the original magical power of thunder, how many groups can compare with the Kui Niu clan?
Seeing the thunder coming towards him, Han Muye put away the sword in his hand and pointed it out.
"boom--"
Golden thunder and green thunder light entwine, the thunder shines, the brilliance is thousands of miles!
The two bright lightnings collided, and both Han Muye and Nie Long were involuntarily knocked away, their bodies smashing into layers of space.
Han Muye was in the void, with a bright divine light flashing in his eyes.
It turns out that the collision of the yang heavenly thunder and the yin spiritual thunder can produce such magnificent power.
Maybe the thunder he controls can be improved to be stronger?
With a movement of his body, he prepared to return to the void ahead.
But at this moment, his expression suddenly darkened.
Three figures flew down quietly around the evil dragon who was also knocked away.
Those three figures all have four blade arms, and their faces are ferocious.
A super first-grade celestial monster!
These three bodies are all transformed into super first-grade celestial monsters!
Han Muye slowly turned his head. Behind him, the same first-grade Heavenly Monster stood quietly.
"boom--"
The three heavenly demon beasts in front have already taken action, and Fenghan's sword arms fell down.
Nielong's hand was swaying with lightning and sword, but it could not block the light of the sword at all.
His body was cut off directly and then gathered not far away.
The bodies of the three heavenly monster beasts followed closely behind, and the sword arms in their hands pressed down on the evil dragon, turning into golden divine light and condensing into a cage.
The evil dragon's body was pressed into it.
"Boy, I gave him half of my power to reverse the void. He can reverse the world and travel through the world at least ten times." The roar of the evil dragon came.
"The power behind the Sky Monster is extremely powerful. It could wipe out the galaxy universe back then. You can't stop it."
"Go quickly."
There was a trace of uncontrollable mania in Nielong's voice.
The power to destroy the galaxy and the universe?
Giving half of his origin to the Sword God Lu Yue?
No wonder the evil dragon at this time did not have the strength that the ancient overlord should have had.
"I'm curious, where are you taking him?" Han Muye whispered, and with a movement of his body, he rushed forward.
Behind him, the first-grade celestial monster followed closely, and the four sword arms were chopped off.
"Get lost." Han Muye shouted, turned around and stabbed out with his sword.
"when--"
With the power of this sword, he moved forward faster.
The super-first-grade celestial monster chasing behind roared, tearing through the space and chasing after him quickly.
"Boy, let's go quickly. The first-grade celestial monster already has the power of a prehistoric overlord. You can't stop it."
The evil dragon who was locked in the cage shouted.
Han Muye turned around suddenly without changing his expression, raised his hand, and saw a sword light in his palm.
"Please baby, turn around."
(End of chapter)
