Ye Qingxuan led the sword cultivators of the Shenxiao Sword Sect to explode their natal flying swords, catching the Seven Kills Sect and the Wuji Demon Sect by surprise.
Although it was not able to reverse the situation on the entire battlefield, it still opened a gap in the iron wall and gave everyone a glimmer of hope to survive.
Yang Fan, who was mixed in the crowd, immediately brightened up and rushed towards the gap regardless of his own safety.
He was about to break out of the encirclement.
However, what was waiting for him was the interception of two men in black robes.
Facing the ruthless and experienced man in black robes, Yang Fan, who was still injured, was unable to resist, and was beaten to the point of losing his combat effectiveness in just a few moves.
After a while, Xu Wei, another true disciple of the Qingyun Sect, was also seriously injured.
"Bang!!!"
Li Luoyi was hit in the back by a palm.
"puff!!!"
Blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body fell next to Ye Qingxuan.
At this point, all four true disciples of the Shenxiao Sword Sect and the Seven Kills Sect have been defeated, and all that awaits them is death.
The battle continues.
The Shenxiao Sword Sect suffered heavy casualties.
After the sword cultivator self-destructed his flying sword, he lost 80% of his combat power and almost had to wait for death.
Fortunately, many people still broke out of the encirclement, but I don't know how many people will survive in the end.
Yang Fan's heart was ashen, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to have lost his soul.
Li Luoyi and Xu Wei looked desperate.
As the genius of Qingyun Sect, they don't want to die, but they have to accept the reality.
Ye Qingxuan looked calm on the outside but sad inside.
I didn't expect that I would die in such a way.
Unwilling but helpless.
Four true disciples were captured, and more than half of the sword cultivators of the Shenxiao Sword Sect, the most powerful in combat, had self-destructed their natal flying swords. Even at the last moment of their lives, they would not let the enemy have an easy time.
Those who escaped are still being hunted.
The outcome of the battle is no longer in suspense.
"Ang~~"
A sound that sounded like a dragon's roar reached everyone's ears.
At the same time, an irresistible pressure enveloped the battlefield.
It made everyone stop fighting and froze in place.
Everyone slowly raised their heads.
A dragon appeared in the sky at some point.
The forbidden air formation seems to have no effect on it.
"Jiao...Jiaolong?" Miao Kun muttered to himself in disbelief.
Dragons evolved from snakes. It is very difficult to transform into a dragon. You need to survive the catastrophe of nine deaths. Once you succeed, you can reach the fifth realm of human monks - the air-control realm.
The coercion released by the dragon in front of him is obviously not just as simple as the Sky Control Realm, but at least it may be the sixth realm - the Divine Harmony Realm.
Is the dragon's lair nearby?
Was it the sound of fighting that attracted it?
This... what should I do?
With the strength shown by the dragon, even if everyone swarmed up, they would only be delivering food to the dragon.
It may not even be able to break through the defense.
"Ang~~"
The dragon once again made a cry that sounded like a dragon but not a dragon.
The pressure doubled instantly.
Some people who were not strong enough or were injured were directly pressed to the ground.
Miao Kun wanted to cry.
It's a bit too much.
The Nine Nether Secret Realm is so big, but to go and fight near the dragon's lair, isn't it just looking for death?
He wanted to escape.
But I dare not.
Everyone is not moving now. If you move, you will definitely become the dragon's target immediately.
The appearance of Jiaolong temporarily put the people of Shenxiao Sword Sect and Qingyun Sect out of danger.
But they were not happy.
To describe it in one sentence, just out of the wolf's den, you enter the tiger's den again.
Everyone is dead.
However, there is one thing that makes them happy.
He just died by himself.
Now everyone dies together.
"Hahaha... You bunch of bastards, come on! Kill me! Why can't you move? Wasn't it awesome just now? Are you stupid now?" A Qingyun Sect disciple laughed crazily.
He has been suppressed for too long.
I saw my best friend die next to me, but there was nothing I could do about it.
In fact, sometimes death is not scary. What is scary is the fear before the moment. Knowing that you are going to die, but having no choice but to slowly wait for death to come, this feeling is enough to drive people with weak minds crazy.
Laughter spread throughout the battlefield, and no one dared to respond for fear of attracting the dragon's attention.
There is only one voice in everyone's heart.
Don't notice me!
Don't pay attention to me!
Dozens of men in black robes were also too frightened to move. After all, no one would actively seek death.
The battlefield that was so fierce just now fell into an eerie silence.
The next scene is beyond everyone's understanding and will be unforgettable for them all their lives.
I saw the dragon slowly descending and finally landed on the ground.
And above the dragon's head, there was a man wearing a mask standing.
This picture confused everyone present.
My brain immediately shut down and I completely lost my ability to think.
The dragon is such a proud and powerful beast. Even if you can defeat it, you cannot step on it.
Unless it surrenders voluntarily.
There is only one possibility for the proud dragon to surrender to a human being.
The difference in strength between the two is too great.
You must know that this is the Nine Nether Secret Realm, not like the outside world.
The bones of those who can enter are not more than a hundred years old.
A person who is less than a hundred years old can subdue a dragon. How terrifying is this person's strength?
Just when everyone was in shock, one person showed a surprised smile.
Li Luoyi, the true disciple of Qingyun Sect!
She had already seen that the man standing on the dragon's head was the one who saved her last time.
At that time, Li Luoyi also asked the other party's name, but unfortunately did not receive a reply.
Although he didn't know the identity of his benefactor, Li Luoyi was certain.
The masked man and the black-robed man have a hostile relationship.
In other words, I am saved!
The fear of death dissipated, and a strong curiosity arose in my heart.
She really wanted to see what kind of face the man who saved her twice looked like under the mask.
After the initial shock, Ye Qingxuan on the side always felt that the masked man standing on the dragon's head felt inexplicably familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
While she was recalling carefully.
The corner of her eye fell on Li Luoyi next to her, and she saw that the despair and fear on the other person's face disappeared, replaced by a smile that had survived the disaster. This discovery interrupted her memories.
Ye Qingxuan guessed in his mind.
It is possible that Roy Lee knows the masked man.
Lin Feng looked at the corpses on the battlefield. Many of them were members of the Shenxiao Sword Sect.
Even though he didn't know him.
But we all belong to the same sect.
Lin Feng was really angry at this moment.
As the senior brother of Shenxiao Sword Sect.
He was partly responsible for their deaths.
No matter what, without the Shenxiao Sword Sect, there would be no Su Mubai, and without Su Mubai, there would be no Lin Feng. Moreover, the Shenxiao Sword Sect has protected him for more than 20 years, allowing him to grow up with peace of mind. This kind of love can be obtained remember! ! !
Anyone who dares to take action against the Shenxiao Sword Sect is Lin Feng’s enemy.
If you can't save the dead yourself, you can only avenge them.
