The biting cold wind blew the flames burning on the phantom beast back and forth. Heavy snowfall fell one after another, melting instantly under the heat of the flames. The flames on the phantom beast were suppressed again.
In the rising mist, the ice prisms were like mirrors, reflecting the cold light and falling towards the beast tide. However, what came out of the mist was not pieces of ice crystals, but a fantasy sword emitting colorful brilliance. The spine of the fantasy sword was covered with a layer of frost.
At this time, the phantom sword no longer fell in a large area, but turned into two green snake-like sword streams, roaring into the beast tide like earth veins gushing out.
The dragon follows the flying sword, the wind creates gullies, and the crane guards the divine elixir and the moon fills the pond.
The silver dragon flipped over, ice flowers bloomed, and the two sword streams passed through the layers of beast tides, constantly intertwining as they advanced. Finally, accompanied by a high-pitched dragon roar, they pierced the night sky. The sword streams merged and turned into a sword made of phantom swords. The Canglong's scales shook off the colorful sword light. The white moonlight swept over the dragon's body from the dragon's tail. A layer of faint blue ice crystals gradually covered the dragon's body. The sword light was restrained, and the Canglong seemed to rush out. The thousand-foot glacier rushed straight towards the elders behind.
"Well done, Wrath of the Dragon God."
Seeing the blue dragon coming, the elder's whole body surged with air, the Taoist robe on his body was filled with wind, and the flames around him were even higher. He raised the long knife in his hand and pointed it at the sky, and a ray of fire shot straight into the sky. Behind him, reflected in the vast night A mirage-like view.
The earth cracked, red magma spurted out, mountains and rivers overturned, and the sky was covered with smoke and dust. Qingya saw that the support between heaven and earth had been lost, the sky gradually collapsed, the water of the Milky Way turned into endless heavy rain and fell on the world, the surface of the earth bulged, and the burned black land was everywhere, and the world gradually returned to chaos.
And in this nihilistic chaos, a dragon roar resounded across the sky, and then, a fire dragon flew into the sky from the cracks in the earth. Even if it was just a mirage, Qingya seemed to be able to feel the scorching waves of flames.
The golden scales of the giant dragon were burning with pale flames, and blazing white light shot out from its dazzling pupils. During the puffing and puffing, the clouds and mists in the sky and the earth were like the red clouds in the evening, dyed brightly by the fire vapor.
This blue dragon is the totem that the Wild Fire Holy Cult has always worshiped, their god, the Eight Wild Flame Dragons.
Yanlong looked down at the earth, his blazing eyes seeming to penetrate time and space. He saw the two Qingya people in the real world, and also saw the whistling sword ice dragon.
Perhaps because of the desire to win after seeing the same kind, the Flame Dragon looked up to the sky and roared, and then swooped down quickly. Suddenly, the space between reality and illusion seemed to be distorted, and the huge dragon head came from the illusion to the real world, and Bahuang The flame dragon has arrived.
No, that's not the real Eight Wilds Flame Dragon. The flame dragon that traveled through the illusion has blurred scales, restrained brilliance, and even its size is countless times smaller. It's just a dragon-shaped flame.
Qingya couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. If he could summon the Eight Desolate Flame Dragons with his cultivation at the Golden Core stage, then the Desolate Fire Holy Cult would have turned upside down. It turned out that this was just a projection technique.
But this should not be underestimated. In a moment, the two giant dragons rushed towards each other. As soon as they met, they bit each other and struggled with each other.
The flames melted the frost, and the snow water extinguished the flames. The flame dragon tore off some of the ice scales with a burst of bite, and the ice dragon's claw attack scattered the flames. As the ice cover gradually decreased, the sword's blue dragon gradually emerged. into its true form.
The seven-colored phantom swords that turned into dragon scales stood up and shot towards the Yanlong. Under the dense rain of swords, the flames on the Yanlong gradually dimmed.
Finally, the Canglong of Swords let out a long roar, and the dragon's head turned into a giant sword, which quickly shot into Yanlong's eyebrows. The flame dragon, which was already at the end of its power, had its head penetrated by the huge sword, and let out a burst of painful wails. Its figure kept flickering, but it still did not disappear.
But at this time, all the phantom swords had dissipated. The flame dragon kept rolling in the air, brewing its power for a long time. Finally, it was all concentrated on this last blow. It was like a meteor from the sky, burning toward the Qingya duo on the ground. Attack.
The flame dragon hit the ship, and a violent explosion instantly occurred on the deck. Fires burst into the sky, and thick smoke billowed up. For a moment, everyone fled in all directions.
When the thick smoke dissipated, it was seen that the Yingyue Tower, which was originally three stories high, had now been stripped of one floor. Fortunately, the rest of the people had evacuated to the lower floor early, and only a few members of the Wild Fire Cult were affected.
At this time, the two sides fighting, the elder had a full head of gray hair, and the air flow around his body had disappeared. He was panting violently. Apart from the excessive consumption of spiritual power in the previous battle, there was no serious problem.
On the other side, Qingya and two people also appeared. They were dressed as before, and their faces remained unchanged. It was as if the impact just now had never happened before. It was just the Hehe Jade on Qingya's waist, and only the lavender chaotic aura remained. one third.
"Hehehe, once, twice, how many more times can you resist? When I recover my spiritual power, it will be you two...what..."
The elder was planning to delay the situation so that he would have enough time to recover his spiritual power. Unexpectedly, Qingya appeared in front of him in an instant, and the sword in the young man's hand was already pressed against his chest.
"It's impossible. No movement technique in the world can have such speed."
But at this time, there was no time for him to be surprised. The sword light carried by Qingming Sword was instantly injected into his body, and the tip of Qingming's sword had already pierced his skin.
It was Elder Jingxu's Ling Yunbu who found an opportunity for Qingya to break through the deadlock.
But Qingya later discovered that the pouring sword light could only flow on the surface of the elder's body, and the long sword in his hand could not advance any further.
But he saw that the elder's body was constantly glowing with layers of red light. The red light continued to emerge and gradually became clearer, and finally condensed into a pair of red armor covering his body, while the tip of Qingming Sword was pushed back a few times. Inch, Qingya rotated the sword tip, and sword energy bombarded the armor one after another, but it could only explode bursts of sword light on its surface. Even the high-speed rotating sword tip could only continue to stir up little sparks.
"This is the treasure of our religion. With your cultivation in the foundation-building period, it is impossible to break through my defense. Fire God and Dragon Armor, combined."
I saw a dragon pattern light up on the armor, and a burst of red light emerged from the dragon's head. It followed the emerging veins of the armor and spread all over the body. As a dragon roar sounded, the red armor was once again covered with a layer of dragon. First.
The majestic dragon head breastplate, ferocious dragon claw shoulder armor, and other parts of the arm and leg armor are condensed with flames, as if they were newly tempered steel, exuding red heat.
Then, the elder grabbed the Qing Ming sword. The blade flipped back and forth in his hand, but it still couldn't cut through the armor's defense. The heat from the armor dyed Qing Ming hot.
"Qingya."
Hua Qing'er was about to step forward to help, but she saw a token coming towards her quickly. After she swung her sword to knock it away, she saw the Wild Fire Holy Spirit standing in front of her.
