Chapter 49 Prologue

Lu Qingshan concentrated his mind, carefully felt the changes in himself, and was familiar with the power of the skyrocketing.

There was only a shallow layer of spiritual liquid in the dantian, but now it is full, as if it is about to overflow.

Whether his spiritual power is pure or deep, it is absolutely unique among the foundation-building cultivators.

If he wanted to go one step further, he had to condense the overflowing spiritual power liquid in the dantian into a golden pill.

Lu Qingshan opened his slightly closed eyes, a strange light flashed in the dark eyes, and the divine light flickered.

He looked around, whether it was the wind or other sounds, they were much clearer than before. This was because the spiritual consciousness had been greatly improved, and the perception had also become stronger accordingly.

Just when he was about to release his divine sense and try the scope of his current divine sense.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

The deafening bombardment sounded suddenly from above the sky.

Lu Qingshan looked up quickly, only to see that the outer layer of clouds and mist that had been covering this area began to roll violently.

The next moment, the cloud and mist began to evaporate and dissipate.

But in just a few breaths, all the clouds and mist disappeared.

Hundreds of huge dragon beasts appeared in the midair, circling.

All the dragon beasts are covered with a layer of dragon scales. Under the sunlight, the dragon scales reflect a little bit of cold light, which is dazzling and scorching, like a sharp cold weapon.

Hanging in front of this group of dragon beasts, the leader was a man in black, with a brutal and hoarse voice, "Young man, my king is here."

It was the Dragon Demon King.

Not far from Lu Qingshan, a bloody light rose.

The sword master's body was full of energy and blood, and he stood suspended in the air. His figure stopped in front of the Jiaolong Demon King, standing at the same height as the Jiaolong Demon King.

"Where's Jiaoyan?" There was a dangerous look in the eyes of the Jiaolong Demon King, and his gaze unscrupulously scanned the empty left sleeve of the saber master, with an obvious provocative intention.

The sword master didn't take it seriously, and said indifferently: "We spent a lot of time trying to capture Jiao Yan, and finally captured it. The king wants us to let us go back for no reason, isn't it appropriate?"

"Oh?" The Flood Dragon Demon King focused his gaze, "Then what do you want?"

"One life is worth one life, since Jiao Wang wants Jiao Yan's life," the sword master said solemnly, "How about taking your life in exchange?"

"Is your appetite too big?" The pupils of the Flood Dragon Demon King shrank slightly, and he asked gloomily, "Aren't you afraid that you will spoil your belly?"

"I don't have anything else, just a big appetite." The knife master's face turned cold, "Today, I not only want to take your life, but even all the Jiao clan you brought to serve you in the underworld!"

hiss! hiss! hiss!

As soon as the words fell, the sword master raised his left sleeve.

The spiritual light soaring into the sky suddenly rose, and the clouds and mists that were forced to retreat by the dragon demon king also gushed out from all directions.

Only this time, the clouds and mist became sharper, like grains of sand, and swept towards the hundreds of flood beasts.

On the ground, hundreds of dragon-slaying knife monks showed their figures, all of them were holding formation flags, their bodies were surging with spiritual power, and they were controlling the clouds and mist to wrap around the dragon beasts.

Another part of the dragon-slaying knife monks flew up, casting spells, and facing the flood beasts.

Under the restraint of the cloud and mist, in this short period of time, it turned out that the human race had the upper hand in the situation.

"Childish!" The Flood Dragon Demon King swept his eyes vertically and sneered, he had already expected this situation.

He didn't talk nonsense with the sword master anymore, a burst of black mist emerged from his body, and in the midst of the mist, a terrifying black dragon with a length of more than sixty feet appeared in front of everyone.

And at the moment when the Jiaolong Demon King returned to its original form, the sword master was already holding the Full Moon Knife, and his body turned into red light. His speed was so fast that his body was blurred. Chopped over.

Clap clap!

Where the Moon Knife passed, there was the sound of air being compressed and bursting.

The blood-red knife light flashed across the throat of the Jiaolong Demon King in an instant.

The dragon monster king is huge, and he did not escape the ghost's knife.

clang!

However, it was different from the imagined blood spatter.

The knife light collided fiercely with the scales covering the dragon monster king's neck, sparks flew everywhere, and there was a clanging sound of metal colliding.

The Dragon Demon King let out a sinister grin, and drew his sharp claws towards the sword master's chest.

Relying on his physical body to resist the saber master's slash, he was unscathed, not even a white mark appeared on the dragon scales.

Facing the claws swung by the Flood Dragon Demon King, the sword master hastily defended with his sword vertically.

Boom!

A strong and irresistible force was transmitted along the arm of the master knife to his body. Under the force, the body of the master knife flew out involuntarily, and hit the ground with a bang, smashing the ground out a deep pit.

"As expected of a monster beast at the pinnacle of the fourth rank, with such a strong body, I am by no means an opponent." The sword master struggled to get up, wiped away the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and added a few more eyes to the dragon demon king. Very vigilant.

He is a physical cultivator, originally a monk with a strong body, and with the help of a magical weapon, but he just had such a move head-on with the Flood Dragon Demon King, but it caused him to suffer a small injury.

The most important thing is that the scales on the Flood Dragon Demon King's body turned out to be comparable to a high-grade defensive magic weapon, and he couldn't break through the defense even with a single strike with all his strength.

This battle is indeed not easy, and the strength of the Flood Dragon Demon King has increased greatly compared to two hundred years ago.

Why does its strength grow so fast?

A cold light flashed in the sword master's eyes, and he was very puzzled.

According to common sense, the lifespan of the monster race is extremely long, and correspondingly, the progress of strength is much slower than that of the human race, but the growth rate of the cultivation base of the Flood Dragon Demon King has gotten rid of this common sense.

"With this little strength, do you dare to attack me?" The dragon demon king's voice was like thunder, and his eyes as big as copper bells were extremely indifferent, looking down at the sword master, his tone was full of disdain.

Just when the Flood Dragon Demon King spoke harshly, a vague black afterimage suddenly appeared and flashed in the air.

puff!

Without too many precautions, coupled with the extremely fast speed of the black afterimage, this afterimage swept across the back of the Flood Dragon Demon King, causing a large amount of blood to splatter.

The Flood Dragon Demon King was injured!

The Jiaolong Demon King couldn't help roaring in pain, his vertical pupils stared closely at the black afterimage that was circling and swaying in the air like a swimming snake.

This time he saw clearly what the shadow was.

It was a dark sword with a whole body, and there was a dangerous aura on the blade that made him feel chills.

And on his back covered with dragon scales, there was already a huge wound.

"What a sharp sword!" The Dragon Demon King became vigilant.

The three-foot front of the heaven-rank sword is so sharp that even the scales of the dragon and monster king cannot stop it.

A slender figure appeared in front of the sword master with an extremely stern expression on his face.

It was Xue Zhuyong.

It was the Flood Dragon Demon King who was wounded by the three-foot front he commanded.

Xue Zhuyong is not a swordsman, nor has he practiced the flying sword technique, he just uses the three-foot-blade as a common magic weapon to drive.

But even without the bonus of flying swordsmanship, Sanchifeng's lethality against monsters is still surprisingly strong.

"You prepare these things and dare to slay the dragon?" Xue Zhuyong frowned and asked the sword master.

"Of course it doesn't stop." The knife master said in a deep voice, and then he yelled softly, "Get up!"

Following the sword master's soft shout, the big formation was suddenly filled with wind and clouds, and countless clouds and mist gushed out again.

These clouds instantly condensed into a giant.

The giant is hundreds of feet tall, with three heads and six arms, all of which are holding heavy weapons such as cloud guns or tridents.

Hurrah!

There was a strong wind, and the cloud giant waved a weapon composed of clouds and smashed it at the dragon and demon king.

The dragon monster king swam around, adjusted his position, and at the same time swung his tail, sweeping towards the cloud giant's waist, as if he wanted to cut the cloud giant in half.

The huge figure restricted the cloud giant's movement and movement, and the flood dragon tail condensed by the black light of the dragon monster king easily passed through the cloud giant's waist.

Without any obstruction, the cloud and mist on the waist of the cloud giant was immediately dispersed.

But the moment the dragon demon king withdrew his tail, the scattered clouds and mist that had been cut off from the waist of the cloud giant immediately condensed again.

The cloud giant was not affected in any way.

It's like drawing a knife to cut off the water and make it flow more.

However, the six-handled weapons, which were clearly composed of clouds and mist, hit the Flood Dragon Demon King's body unchanged, but they made a huge impact sound.

With such powerful physical strength, the Jiaolong Demon King fell several feet down to stabilize his body under this blow.