Zhao Yang's long sword turned into a flying horse, and the sword tip instantly hit the frost dragon's forehead.

"Buzz--"

This sword made the hundred-foot-long frost dragon shake all over and then dissipate into the void.

Just as the dragon here dissipated, another frost dragon was wrapped around countless golden silk threads, and no matter how it twisted, it would be useless.

"hold head high--"

The golden thread was wrapped tightly with the naked eye, and the frost dragon kept roaring, but could not break free.

"Bang!"

The Frost Dragon was strangled into pieces by golden threads.

After the golden silk thread breaks the dragon, it gently wraps around and rotates, and restores it to the shape of a golden lotus.

The two frost dragons emitted by monks in the four realms of the Nascent Soul are killed in front of the two monks who cannot see the realm, but are definitely not at the level of the Nascent Soul. They are killed in just a few breaths.

Such a picture transcends the cognition of the practitioners around them.

For a moment, under the rivers and mountains, there was a sound of breathing.

"You have grown a lot in the past two years..." Mu Canghe looked at Zhao Yang, his eyes swept across the shoreless golden lotus and said with some sigh.

"court death!"

The Jinguan Lingde tribe roared, and a light green cloak rose behind him, turning into a wind blade, sweeping towards Zhao Yang in an instant.

The cloak was as fast as lightning and came to Zhao Yang in a blink of an eye.

This is a magic weapon, a magic weapon with strong lethality.

Zhao Yang's body flashed, and a few flashed, and the cloak was like a maggot on his tarsal bone, and he could not escape.

"warehouse--"

At this moment, Zhao Yang paused, and a gray sword shadow slashed out from his side and hit him hard on the cloak.

The cloak crowed with a wail, and a "bang" dissipated, and then appeared in the air, Piaoyouyou seemed to want to return to his master.

But this green cloak turns gray to the naked eye, and then slowly turns into nothingness.

This is the terrifying thing about the power of the mysterious magnet, it is simply the nemesis of all magic weapons.

"You, dare you destroy my magic weapon!" The face of the Golden Crown Demon Spirit clan was distorted, with a roar, a single palm wave, and a white extreme cold aura filled the whole river.

Countless practitioners who watched the fun had not yet reacted, and their bodies had been frozen.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi--"

Wu Yan, who was standing beside him, folded his hands together, and golden Buddha light radiated in his palms.

The Buddha's light was refracted by the ice lotus and turned into thousands of lights, wrapping up the frozen people on the river, and then pushing them out.

"Thank you, son of Buddha!"

“Master Wufeng is so kind!”

...

Zhao Yang curled his lips. It’s just that this guy looks good, but his martial arts and moves are so dazzling. It’s really unreasonable.

Seeing the frozen aura coming, a gray light appeared around Zhao Yang's body. No matter how the extreme cold aura eroded, it would not threaten him at all.

"warehouse--"

Before the Golden Crown Demon Spirit tribe could take action, Zhao Yang waved his hand, and two long swords drew half-arc and slashed them down.

What's amazing is that the two long swords took different routes, and the moves in the void were different, but the landing points were the same, both of them were the chests of the Golden Crown Demon Spirit clan.

The Jincang Demon Spirit clan members stretched out their hands and fixed the two long swords.

Then his face changed, and he bounced his fingertips and flew away the sword.

With just one contact, his fingertips were stained with a small gray dot by the power of the mysterious magnetism.

The power of mysterious magnetism is really pervasive.

The Northern Region has not had a powerful practitioner who has mastered the power of the mysterious magnet for nearly 100,000 years, so that a real person in Nascent Soul suffered a small loss.

The small dot on his fingertips made the Golden Crown Demon Spirit clan furious. The magic behind him moved. Just as he was about to step forward, his whole body was shocked and his body stopped.

After a while of silence, he gritted his teeth, looked at Wushang, and then stared at Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe with one fierce look, then waved his hand and slowly retreated.

The demon spirit tribe members followed and left until they disappeared above the endless ice ocean.

Although I don’t understand why these demon spirit people were leaving, Zhao Yang knew that relying on his own combat power alone would definitely not be the opponent of a real person with the four-phase of the Nascent Soul.

In other words, the reason why the Lingde tribe members retreated was not on themselves.

Zhao Yang turned his head and looked at Wu Yan, who was silent.

The Spirit Demon Clan is unwilling to face Buddhism.

Wu Yan raised his head and looked at Zhao Yang.

The two of them slowly turned their heads and looked at Mu Canghe beside them.

Almost instantly, the three of them moved and rushed towards each other.

Wu Yan's golden lotus turned into thousands of golden threads, entangled Zhao Yang's two swords, and then countless golden threads were tugged towards Zhao Yang's body, tying his body into a transparent way.

Mu Canghe turned into a blood-colored sword, slashed down with one sword, slashing Wuhen in two halves.

In the void, Mu Canghe watched with his sword, and saw that there were only countless broken gray ice crystals around him, except for the two cut lotus petals.

Whether it was Zhao Yang or Wu Yan, they were not in front of him.

"boom--"

In the void, it was like a thunder explosion, and thousands of golden lotus as big as bowls were pressing towards a certain place like a tide.

Standing in the air, Zhao Yang looked at the golden lotus pressing towards him without moving, as if he was crazy.

"Donor, if you give me a gift, the sea of ​​suffering will be boundless. Turn back and forth, let's follow me to become a Buddhist guardian of Dalun Mingwang Temple." Wu Yan clasped his hands together and said lightly to Zhao Yang, who was suppressed by the endless golden lotus.

Let the golden lotus circling above the head, Zhao Yang's dull eyes flashed with a hint of agility, and he looked at Wuya and shook his head and said, "The world is like a sea of ​​suffering, and it is hard to escape from it. Buddhism is not a pure holy land, it can make me worry-free."

"Who said that Buddhism is not a pure land?" Wu Yan said loudly: "The world is like hell. When the Ming King conquers the world, the light of Buddhism shines on the earth. You will understand that Buddhism is the only pure land in this world."

Zhao Yang shook his head, then lowered his head and muttered.

The roars came from nowhere, making Wuhen not able to hear Zhao Yang clearly.

Wuyan just frowned, but Zhao Yang raised his head, looked at him, and said word by word, in a voice that only he could hear: "The world is like hell, hell is not empty, and hell will not become a Buddha."

"boom--"

Just behind him, the rushing river water suddenly rose, and the clear and blue waves of the river were surging. The waves hundreds of feet high suddenly washed Zhao Yang's body away.

The golden lotus that suppressed him were wandering in the waves, wandering without help.

When the waves dissipated, the river slowly turned into calm, and the figures of Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe had been lost on the river surface.

Let the golden lotus be washed away by the river water, and Wushang stepped on the river water with his feet and walked upstream step by step.

Under his feet, golden lotus bloomed and withered.

A long sword followed behind him.

The battle at Dahekou comes quickly and goes quickly.

The Buddhist son Wushore, the unshuang sword in the Frost and Snow Sword Courtyard Zhao Yang, and the sword-backed man Mu Canghe of Daxue Mountain, the names of these three people spread along with this battle.

In a void three thousand miles away from the mouth of the Dahekou, a flying boat sat opposite Zhao Yang and Mu Canghe.

"You mean that the Spirit Demon Clan has reached an agreement with the Demon Clan to attack the Great Snow Mountain?" Zhao Yang looked solemn and stared at Mu Canghe with his eyes.

This is completely different from what he thought before.

Why are there demon clans in the Northern Region intervening?

"If that weren't the case, why were they so anxious to kill me?"

Mu Canghe shook his head and whispered: "The Great Elder passed the message to me at the cost of his life. Tens of thousands of people in my Cangyun Sword Academy delayed my time for me in order to let me pass the news back to the Great Snow Mountain." "Have the news reached?"

"It's been passed."

"Then, why didn't Daxue Mountain take action and no one came to rescue him?" Zhao Yang asked in confusion.

"The Snow Mountain Sword Master has transformed into a path."
Chapter completed!