The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

"Evil dragon, what good will it do you to commit such evil?"

Huang Tingsheng's body was broken, but he was still confronting the evil dragon that was over ten thousand feet long.

"The Great Dao is dead, what's the point of me living!"

"I hate it!"

"I hate the Dragon Slayer Taoist!"

"I hate everything in the world!"

The voice of the dragon came from above the sky.

Rumbling--

Thunder and lightning split the sky.

It is rumored that dragons can control clouds and rain and are the aristocrats of the water. Those with special talents can even control thunder and lightning.

The evil dragon had been sealed for such a long time, and watched its spiritual energy dissipate, completely cutting off its path to cultivation.

One can imagine the accumulated resentment.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The evil dragon suddenly laughed and said, "Huang Tingsheng, right? I've heard of you. You're just a prefect, you can't stop me!"

"If you want to stop them, let the immortal in heaven stop them! Let the people from the Dragon Slaying Sect stop them!"

"Don't hide! I know you guys are hiding in Dragon City!"

The roar of the evil dragon was like thunder.

The people in the pagoda were completely terrified.

Yang Xiuhua hugged the bag, shivering, and started cursing the stinky swordsman who was most likely to die in the flood, and then cursed her own father, calling him a jinx and saying that he had to call him Long Laixiang when there were so many other names. Now that the dragon has really come, the fragrance is no longer there.

"You evil creature, I will kill you today!" Huang Tingsheng raised his sword and rushed forward.

……

the other side.

Old Man Xuanwu gradually approached Zuo Qiuye and others.

He smiled with a look of triumph.

He grabbed Zuo Qiuye's shoulder and was about to use his bone-splitting technique to dislocate his tendons and bones and then skin him.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed.

I saw Zuo Qiuye, whose shoulders I had grabbed, turned into a man in white.

Is it an illusion? No…it’s not an illusion, but it’s a technique that has a similar effect to an illusion! ?

Old Man Xuanwu's pupils shrank.

"Old Xuanwu, how are you?"

Li Chang smiled.

He put his two fingers together, gathered the sword intent, and instantly cut through the opponent's abdomen!

Wow…

Blood flowed.

The old man Xuanwu had to use his skills to repair his body and took several steps back.

"A cultivator?" The old man Xuanwu was shocked and angry. He had lived a safe and secure life, but he was actually tricked.

However, Li Changxiao did not intend to give him a chance. His cultivation in the early Nascent Soul stage burst out with a bang. He put his fingers together and the Jiang Mang sword intent roared.

Then, he swept the sword across.

Rumble…

The originally dark secret passage was forcibly cut in half.

The sun shines in.

Zuo Qiuye trembled and stared at the sword in a daze. What kind of power could this sword have?

She looked at the figure in white in front of her.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

Just now, when she was suppressed by the internal force of old man Xuanwu and could not move, Li Changxiao suddenly appeared behind them and saved them.

Draw a circle on the spot.

Let them stand in the circle and don't move, otherwise they will die.

Gravel falls.

The aperture protected the four people and no one was injured.

However, their attention was not here, but on the battle ahead.

"God...God!"

My friend was so scared that his tongue almost got tied.

When he saw Li Changxiao's profile again, this usually lazy drunken swordsman, with his sword-like brows slightly furrowed and finally showing his sharpness, Zuo Qiuye felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It turns out that he is an immortal.

Her eyes were shining, never before seen, yearning for one thing, she never denied herself, and admired the strong.

In the vision of four people.

The swordsman in white put his fingers together and quickly swung out the second sword.

The clouds faded and the sky cleared, the mountains collapsed and the ground sank, and the rivers flowed backwards...

Indescribable power.

Afterwards, Old Man Xuanwu fled and Li Changxiao chased after him.

"Two swords..."

"Eight mountains were split apart, this..."

The young man dressed as a scholar counted the broken mountain tops and stretched out eight fingers.

If you don't see it with your own eyes.

He absolutely didn't believe it.

Zuo Qiuye looked at the direction where Li Changxiao left, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist, we have no grudges against each other, why do you have to force each other so hard?"

"Besides, this won't do you any good."

"You are at the early stage of Nascent Soul, yet you can swing such a stunning sword. You must have been a rare genius. You wouldn't have to exchange your life with this old man."

The old man Xuanwu shouted.

I cursed my bad luck in my heart.

It’s probably that old enemy again.

He used to be an alchemist who liked to capture people to test his medicine. The white-clothed swordsman behind him was probably one of them.

Otherwise, I wouldn't exchange my life with mine.

"Old man, you made a mistake."

"Killing you will be of great benefit to me."

Li Changxiao said casually.

When old man Xuanwu heard this, he knew that today would not end well, so he immediately burst out with a desperate momentum, stopped running away, and turned around to fight.

Old Man Xuanwu’s cultivation has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

In the era of spiritual energy.

If Li Changxiao is a waste, only slightly better than chickens and ducks, then old man Xuanwu is even worse than chickens and ducks.

After more than two thousand years of practice, he finally reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

It's a bit rubbish.

As for his grudge with Li Changxiao.

it's actually really easy.

It's just the usual murder and robbery.

Li Changxiao was not dead, so he created a dream. He thought that the world was so big that he would never meet him again.

Unexpectedly, fate is such a coincidence.

"I will fight you to the death. I am at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. I don't believe I can't beat you, who is at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage!"

Old man Xuanwu was forced into a corner, his eyes turned red, and he turned around and punched.

The Mountain Blast Fist can smash a mountain into pieces with one punch.

But unfortunately, the punch did not land.

Instead, it hit Li Changxiao's fake shadow.

Li Changxiao stood in the distance, his eyes flashing blue, carefully weaving a dream to lure out the remaining spiritual energy from Old Man Xuanwu.

Old Man Xuanwu was like a turtle in a jar, being toyed with at will.

Wait until the time is right.

He swung the sword again, blood splattered three feet, and the head fell to the ground.

at the same time.

In the dream space, another bright red fruit was produced.

Li Changxiao is a vengeful person.

He himself couldn't remember how many dream fruits he had planted.

In short, pick them when you see them.

He plucked the fruit, bit into the sweet flesh, and his breath rose.

......

Even with the Dragon-Suppressing Sword in his hand, Huang Tingsheng was still no match for the evil dragon.

The fighting power of the Jiaolong is already very strong, and it has the title of being invincible in the same realm.

And this evil dragon is a dragon among dragons, a genius among dragons, and a strong one on the star ranking list of Fuyao Holy Land.

Even if it is sealed for a thousand years.

It is not something that a small prefect can shake.

Huang Tingsheng felt bitter, but helpless.

In fact, there are still quite a few people in the Lingtian Dynasty who are capable of suppressing the dragon.

He went to Beijing this time to seek help.

Unfortunately, everyone was turned down for various reasons and no one was willing to take action.

He could only settle for the next best thing and sacrifice his life in exchange for the Dragon-Suppressing Sword, once a powerful weapon of the Lingtian Dynasty.

The more he fought, the less spiritual energy remained in his body.

"Huang Tingsheng, there are 3,800 officials in the Lingtian Dynasty. There are many who stand higher than you and see farther than you, but they still dare not stop me."

"You, why?"

The roar of the evil dragon was like thunder.

"Master Prefect!"

At this moment, Wang Shui stuck his head out of the pagoda window and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brother Zhou Wen has died in the line of duty. There are about 10,000 elderly, weak, women and children in the four pagodas."

He shouted loudly, "Except for the pagoda, there are survivors on Longxue Mountain and Bainan Mountain!"

Huang Tingsheng looked back, nodded with satisfaction, and murmured, "I'm a little late, but fortunately not the latest."

He gently stroked the sword, his eyes gradually becoming resolute.

"Huang alone really can't stop you."

"Can…"

He grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand and the tip of the sword with the other, and raised the Dragon-Slaying Sword high.

The evil dragon's pupils shrank suddenly, "Do you want to... Are you crazy! You will never be able to reincarnate like this! Although the Great Dao is dead, reincarnation still exists!"

Huang Tingsheng ignored him, put force into his hands, silently recited some magic formula, and then bent it with force!

There was a click.

The Dragon-Suppressing Sword broke into two halves.

Then, Huang Tingsheng shouted loudly: "Gentlemen!"

"Please kill the dragon!"

......

"Gentlemen, please slay the dragon!!"