Chapter 173

Words failed to impress the other party, so Li Yuanlong stopped talking. flash dance

He was on guard early in the morning, making secret preparations.

Facing the invisible sword edge of the empress, he punched out.

The tyrannical black dragon stretched in mid-air and rushed towards the empress.

Under the confluence of ten dragons, this move of Qiankun Dragon Fist also contains the subtle power of other nine dragons.

All kinds of advantages are integrated in one body, and at the same time, the fierce and fierce attack of Qiankunlong is the core.

Compared with Kowloon in the past, although there is only one more layer of power and artistic conception, it seems to have undergone a qualitative change.

A giant dragon hundreds of meters long was flying in the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Between the opening and closing of the dragon scales, clouds of auspicious dragon majesty emerged, covering and protecting Li Yuanlong's whole body, and at the same time surrounding Yan Mingkong, making the surroundings of his body feel like a quagmire.

Under the suppression of Long Wei, the power in her body was running, which seemed to be disturbed.

The majestic and domineering brilliance in the black dragon's pupils is awe-inspiring and breathtaking.

Breaking through to the fourteenth realm, Li Yuanlong, who was in a state of ecstasy, with one move of the Dragon Fist, the fist intent manifested as a black dragon, more majestic and domineering than the real flame dragon, like a living adult dragon.

Yan Mingkong was unmoved, but nodded thoughtfully.

"Ten dragons unite into one, almost comparable to the hand of the Great Heavenly Demon..."

While speaking, she seemed to be holding the air's right hand and sending it forward.

Then, there was a sudden chill in the air.

Time and space in the vicinity seem to be frozen together.

The black dragon transformed by Li Yuanlong's fist seemed to stand still in mid-air for a moment.

The huge black dragon stood still in mid-air.

The spiritual light in his eyes also disappeared for a moment at this moment.

A real, living dragon, seemingly transformed into a sculpture.

In the next instant, time and space seemed to return to normal.

The huge body of the black dragon also moved again, and continued to rush towards Yan Mingkong.

However, the marrow in Longmu did not reappear.

The sound of the dragon's roar came to an abrupt end.

From the dragon's head, there seems to be an ice blue brilliance bursting out.

There is a gap between the eyes of the faucet that looks like a small mountain peak.

Then, just like a small mountain was split from it, the head of the black dragon was also split in two!

There was no trace of blood from the wound. 35xs

It was not because the dragon was transformed by Li Yuanlong's fist, but because the black dragon's wounds were covered with frost and frozen.

Due to the frost, it also froze the power of life in it.

Among Li Yuanlong's ten dragon imperial fists, the Emerald Dragon Fist is good at healing wounds and recovering Qi, and it can survive a hundred calamities.

If other nine dragons are damaged, Emerald Dragon Fist will provide timely treatment and assistance.

Under the exuberant vitality, it not only protects Li Yuanlong himself, but also protects other Kowloon boxing intentions.

But at this moment, within the body of the black dragon, the fist intent of the Emerald Dragon Fist also disappeared.

Or to be precise, it was the Emerald Dragon who was "killed" first.

Frost condensed in the split body of the black dragon.

On the ice, images of other Kowloons such as the Emerald Dragon are reflected.

But without exception, their heads were split in half.

One sword, cut ten dragons!

All kinds of fist intentions were all beheaded by this sword!

Until Yan Mingkong made a move, even the sword was invisible and invisible.

The ghost is invisible, and the gods drink blood!

With the invisible ghost front, I want to drink the blood of the demon!

At present, he slays the dragon and drinks the blood of the dragon freely, invincible.

Li Yuanlong's own face also faintly showed a layer of greenness.

From top to bottom, the invisible sword was about to kill the whole body of the black dragon, including Li Yuanlong himself.

However, Li Yuanlong remained calm.

"It's not my luck." He said, "It's your bad luck."

The rupture of the black dragon's body suddenly stopped.

The invisible sword edge seemed to suddenly encounter an impenetrable barrier.

The ice blue brilliance in the empress' eyes suddenly became dazzling.

In her field of vision, there was something hidden in the body of the black dragon that she had cut through.

That style of Qian Kun Long Fist was just Li Yuanlong's trick.

The things in the black dragon's body are the trump card he really uses to deal with the empress's sword.

One piece, stele.

There are two simple and mysterious characters written on the stone tablet.

"Untie the sword".

On this stele of Jiejian, there is no strong aura of power flowing out, nor is there any mysterious artistic conception.

But the strange thing is that the female empress, who was extremely fierce and cold, seemed to be an invincible and invincible nether god, when she encountered this stone tablet, she stopped her invincible footsteps.

The empress' hand holding the sword even trembled slightly.

She frowned.

It was not her hands that trembled, but her sword.

Her sword seemed to break free from her palm.

Untie the sword stele, meet the stele to untie the sword, the sword is suppressed by the stele.

Knowing that the Sword Emperor Wang Jian and himself are not of the same mind, and knowing that the head of the Demon Sect Suzaku Palace may secretly have shocking swordsmanship, and even because of Wang Jian's words, when he first heard that the Demon Emperor might also be good at swordsmanship, Li Yuanlong never panicked. Unlock the sword monument!

If possible, Li Yuanlong tried not to use this hole card before.

Because from the original intention, this is something he prepared for Jiange Pavilion Master Tao Wangji...

The hole cards are well known, so it is inevitable that people will be taboo and be wary.

But right now, it doesn't matter to Li Yuanlong.

Yan Mingkong drew his sword out of its sheath, slashing backwards in a daze!

If he dared to take it lightly, he might die at any time by the sword of the thirteenth-level opponent in front of him.

Under the action of the Jiejian Monument, Yan Mingkong's sword finally revealed the true face of Mount Lushan.

In the white jade-like palm, an icy blue brilliance gradually emerged.

A three-foot-long ice sword appeared in Yan Mingkong's hands.

At this moment, the hilt of the ice sword appeared bright red, as if blood flowed from Yan Mingkong's palm and penetrated into the ice sword.

The blood line has been extending in the ice sword, until the tip of the sword.

From this ice sword, a misty sword aura was aroused as a whole. The sword aura was like the cold magic atmosphere rushing out of the gate of the netherworld, beheading the black dragon.

But after encountering the Jiejian stele, it stopped immediately, and there was no way to continue.

There is no brilliance on the ordinary stone tablet, as if it is very ordinary, but it is unique.

Yan Mingkong's hand became more and more stable, and the ice sword he held gradually stabilized.

But the front end of the blade began to shatter slowly, scattered into tiny ice crystals, and drifted around.

"Okay, I'd rather bend than bend!" While Li Yuanlong praised him, his subordinates were not slow at all.

Immediately with both hands out.

One type of Qian Kun Long Fist.

A type of Thunder Dragon Fist.

The black dragon is domineering, and the offensive is still fierce.

Thunder Dragon made a sky-shattering roar, like a series of thunderbolts exploding.

The sound of the dragon's roar does not affect the outside, but directly attacks the soul of the person.

Before the Sanskrit sound of Qingliang Temple was destroyed by the Demon Emperor, it had always had the reputation of the first sound of the vast land of Shenzhou.

The Thunder Dragon Fist of the Nine Dragons Fist of the Great Xia Dynasty is also well-known.

And now that Li Yuanlong has ascended to the fourteenth realm, and when he performs the Thunder Dragon Fist, the Sanskrit voice of the "Sick Maha" master Mingjue, who was uninjured and in its heyday, will be even more grand and domineering.

Thunder Dragon's pupils flashed with divine light, as if one thunder after another exploded.

Li Yuanlong wanted to use this punch to break through Yan Mingkong's defense.

Although Yan Mingkong's defense is strong, Li Yuanlong doesn't think she can be like the Ding Tianshen Jue in all directions without dead ends.

From the very beginning, Thunder Dragon Fist was his killer move against Yan Mingkong.

The first Qiankun Dragon Fist before was just a bait.

It was a foreshadowing for the unraveling of the sword stele, and it induced Yan Mingkong to draw the sword without any scruples.

The Thunder Dragon Fist frightened Yan Mingkong's soul, causing his defenses to collapse after a series of landslides, and then the Qiankun Dragon Fist exerted its destructive power, winning with one blow.

Yan Mingkong's eyes were bright, and he took a look at the sword monument.

He didn't take Li Yuanlong's fierce attack to heart.

Seeing this, Li Yuanlong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Then, the next moment, Yan Mingkong saw a sword light suddenly glowing in the other hand.

A blood-red sword light.

Li Yuanlong's heart trembled.

Yan Mingkong held swords in both hands, and an ice sword that kept breaking and breaking in one hand.

In the other hand, there was a strange ancient sword three feet long.

The whole body of the blade was blood red, flashing a fierce and fierce light.

An endless chill emerged from it.

Then, Yan Mingkong swung the blood sword.

This time, it was the turn of the Jiejian Monument, which had been as stable as Mount Tai in midair, to shake suddenly.

The stele and the blood sword in Yan Mingkong's hand shook at the same time.

Then, the bloody ancient sword flew out of Yan Mingkong's palm.

Li Yuanlong was startled to realize that the Jiejian Monument was also out of his control.

The stone tablet in mid-air fluttered up and down.

In the end, it was the Jiejian Stele that suppressed the blood-red ancient sword.

But this weird stone tablet has no time for him to care about others.

With the ice sword in his empty hand, Yan Ming instantly returned to its original state.

Hot blood, flowing in the ice.

The ice sword disappeared instantly and disappeared without a trace.

The bloodstains no longer exist, and Yan Mingkong's palm is still as white as a jade.

The cold and dark gate opened again, and the deadly killing cold wind blew out from it, sweeping across the world.

The invisible invisible god front drank the dragon's blood again!

Almost as soon as Yan Mingkong's tangible blood-red ancient sword appeared, Li Yuanlong changed his moves like lightning.

The opponent's strength completely exceeded his expectations.

There is no benefit in continuing to fight.

Apart from Yan Mingkong, Chen Luoyang and Yu Wenfeng might also come after him at any time.

Li Yuanlong could vaguely feel that the movement in another battlefield in the distance gradually became calmer.

Between Chen Luoyang and Hong Qing, the winner may have already been decided.

Li Yuanlong's Thunder Dragon Fist remained unchanged, hoping to interfere and hinder Yan Mingkong.

But the Qiankun Dragon Fist immediately changed into the Yunlong Fist, the boxing method and the body method were integrated, and the speed was expanded, and the first time retreated far away.

But between heaven and earth, time and space seem to have stagnated for a moment.

The invisible sword edge swung across, and the huge thunder dragon suddenly decapitated.

The series of thunderclaps suddenly stopped without warning.

Yan Mingkong made a third strike.

Ruyunlong, who was about to fly away into the sky, still couldn't avoid this invisible, invisible and invisible sword in mid-air.

The huge dragon body was beheaded again.

Along with the sky, an ice-blue sword mark was left, like a wound in the sky.

Li Yuanlong snorted and fell from midair.

He endured the injury, and finally he didn't fall directly to the ground, and continued to run away without looking back, but his movements were staggering and slow, extremely embarrassing.

Yan Mingkong let out a light breath, and a light blue color appeared on his face, which lasted for a long time.

She beckoned, and the sword tablet and the blood-red ancient sword returned to her palm at the same time.

While putting away his things, Yan Mingkong looked at the direction of Li Yuanlong's escape, and at the same time felt something in his heart.

The figures of Chen Luoyang and Yu Wenfeng appeared on the other horizon.