After the delay just now, it was still an hour and a half before darkness.

So no matter what, he must beat the masters who are above the fifth grade and above the Saint Realm. This kind of thing is not a joke. No matter how powerful he is, he is not as strong as he can fight with dozens of masters above the fifth grade and above at the same time.

However, their purpose has changed, from the initial invitation to the forced retention, so warriors around him appeared in front of him at the same time.

I plan to do it at the same time!

Very good, Xia Chenglong likes this atmosphere very much.

Someone stood up, Tu Zhi, the third elder of the Tu family, Tu Cancan's third grandfather, Tu Zhi, was a real eighth-grade entry into the holy realm. Judging from the grade, they belonged to the same, but Tu Zhi also felt that he could not defeat the man in black robe in front of him, so he stood with everyone.

"From ancient times, no one in Lingxiao City can come and go as freely as you. Regardless of whether you stay or not today, it will be an important historical record here."

...

"I just want to kill someone who doesn't matter to you."

Tu Zhi smiled and inserted his hands into the cuffs of the opposite arms: "So you have achieved your goal, and Lingxiao City is still very rational in this regard."

...

Xia Chenglong no longer goes to this matter, because neither Lingxiao City nor him are actually wrong to some extent.

The cycle of heaven and earth, cause and effect!

Their environments are different, and the tasks they do are naturally different.

"How do you plan to take action?"

"Can you leave your way!"

This is a good answer, which means they are serious.

Since they have locked in, they will not be in a hurry. After all, for the strong, they pay great attention to how to ensure the perfect battle experience.

Xia Chenglong also had to be serious. He turned around and headed back and stopped in front of the middle-aged man who had passed by Yuan Shao.

This is the guest minister of Qiling Pavilion. His boss is the son-in-law of the Tu family, so he is very fond of Lingxiao City.

Xia Chenglong came here naturally to borrow a sword. The other party was holding an ancient sword in his hand, with a five-foot sword in the middle, and the middle became empty. He waved the wind and roared the sea at will, which was a good sword.

"Is this sword famous?"

The man lying on the ground was a little excited. The sword was to become famous in Lingxiao City after all!

"Xiaotian"

Xia Chenglong nodded: "I will make it famous!"

Whether it is the guest relationship of this Yiling Pavilion or other people, they have no hatred, so they can communicate well.

A sword is a good sword, but it is still a little worse than his Zang Long. However, if you have a sword at this time, you are already very content, so there is no need to care about other things.

From returning to the original place, Xia Chenglong did not move forward because the road ahead had been blocked, and the only way was to kill him.

This is the reason why he borrowed a sword, because these people are no longer just to keep him.

An unknown heavy rain fell in the sky, making the battle scene seem a bit artistic. For the warriors with water attributes, this is really God helping me.

The Xiaotian Sword brought out a sword flower in his hand with the rain, and was carried behind his back with ease. The falling raindrops flowed down the sword body. I felt the buzzing sound of the sword with strong murderous aura around me. I don’t know if it was fear or excitement.

"Your Excellency, can you fight?"

"Draw the sword!"

Xia Chenglong sent out an invitation post, and these people standing around will no longer be polite.

With the sound of killing, warriors from all directions, above the fifth grade in all directions rushed towards them at the same time in all directions.

The Xiaotian Sword broke out from his hand and wandered around with Panlong's arms. One sword turned into a thousand swords, and the sword shadow turned into a divine dragon. For a moment, five sword shadows rose into the sky, with Xia Chenglong as the center, towards the surroundings.

"Qianye Xianglong!"

This is the first time he has used this move since he entered the eighth grade. From the beginning of a stegosaurus to now he has five, he has experienced too many things.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

...

The static scene, heavy rain in the sky, and people leaned outward in the rain, the dragon shadow made of essential spiritual energy, and the Xia Chenglong whose sword hovered in front of his chest, had an outside and an inside, forming a chaotic scene.

Even though they were fifth grade, they still had no estimate of the power of the middle master, so everyone who thought they could end the battle with the first move flew out in a terror.

If Xia Chenglong had two or three people facing the ground, he would have been dead long ago under the impact of "Qianye Xianglong".

However, the opponent's number was too large. This powerful move was to force them away. He still had to move forward, so he couldn't stop.

"Feng Ji Flying Kill!"

This is a martial art that can penetrate Yang with hundreds of steps, which has a strong single lethality in a certain direction.

For a moment, many people were still immersed in the real dragon roar just now, but were injured by the sudden sword energy.

This kind of sword light and sabre shadow becomes the most wonderful sound in the world of warriors. They symbolize their own value and also represent conquest.

"Sharp!"

This is the scenery I will see after a hundred meters. There are still many people around Xia Chenglong. No matter where he is, there will be masters appearing as he moves forward.

Such a high-intensity battle is not something that ordinary people can hold on. He must reach the designated location in the next half hour, otherwise he will really be able to stay here.

In addition to the fifth grade, there are sixth grade, and even seventh grade warriors entering the holy realm joining the battle. They all have more or less domains of artistic conception. It is not as simple as they imagined to deal with such warriors.

Xia Chenglong shook the one in front of him with one palm, and he gained a short free time by pulling it.

The tiger's mouth was torn apart because it used too much force, and the blood remained along the sword's body, making it very conspicuous.

It is not something that ordinary people can do to clean up all the miscellaneous guys in Lingxiao City with one person's strength.

According to normal logic, it would be particularly difficult for one person to one person, and Xia Chenglong could no longer imagine the person who fell from his sword.

Someone saw the blood on Xia Chenglong's hands holding the sword, and their hearts had some complex changes.

This man was finally injured. As long as he was not a god, there was hope for victory.

But on the other hand, they didn't understand why so many warriors just made the other party's tiger's mouth crack, rather than being full of holes.

Everyone was brewing, and the entire warriors in Lingxiao City were at a distance. He had no chance to think about whether he could leave. This was the case.

"Everything is lost!"

The dragon flickered for the second time, causing the dragon-like essence and blood to flow out of the heart of the Earth Flame Lotus to boil, and as the black robe was pulled into the air.

Under the exposed silver mask was a pair of golden pupils. The people around them were frightened and at a loss. What did they see? Is that a dragon?

"Everything is lost!"

This time it was not what it showed when fighting with Elder Liu.

Xia Chenglong was also burning spiritual energy, so the "all things are fading" he used at this moment turned the street into ink, and everything was still, and everyone seemed to have returned to the beginning.

"ah!"

Just a few breaths, everyone stayed in this feeling for a few breaths, and the world returned to its original state.
Chapter completed!