Chapter 293: Keep a low profile and feel lonely

At this time, more than ten fleshy tendrils suddenly came out like a shower.

Ji Que flicked his left arm, and the Tai Chi force roared and spun with the flying ancient sword, turning into a Bagua pattern, and he withstood the blow with a bang.

The masonry on the ground turned into powder in an instant, rising like smoke, showing that the force of this blow was very powerful.

Ji Que didn't feel much pain, because Ning Hongyu was under him, giving him a huge cushion.

Ning Hongyu frowned slightly and wanted to push Ji Que out, but couldn't do it for the moment.

The Bagua pattern formed by the sword body is condensed and unbreakable, like the strongest shield in the world, protecting Ji Que's head.

The wood continued to press down, and more than a dozen flesh tendrils smashed down, making a rolling sound like muffled thunder.

Almost at the same time, the water poured into the pool fell, making a roar like thousands of horses galloping.

Everything around them became majestic at this moment, as if they were about to swallow everything, and Ji Que and Ning Hongyu were among them, becoming the only gap between them.

In other words, a man and a woman are fighting against everything.

"Go up to the peak and help me reach the top." Ji Que couldn't help but say.

Ning Hongyu said with a pained face: "Okay, but you have to move away first."

Ji Que moved up, but soon said awkwardly: "Sorry, it's stuck."

The next moment, he took a deep breath, moved his body, broke away from Shangfeng's towering chest, and slid out.

At the same time, Ning Hongyu's red demon knife moved upwards and merged with the Bagua pattern.

Seen from here, the demon sword and the group of swords are like jacks, holding up the terrifying tide of wood.

The moment Ji Que slipped out, Qian Ji Sword was already buzzing.

Qunjian responded immediately.

Regardless of whether they were good, bad, dead, alive, not completely rotten, or rotten to the point of leaving only a hilt, they all made a buzzing sound at this time.

It's like a desperate struggle, but also like a cry of excitement?

"bring it on!"

At this moment, Ji Que's whole body's true energy surged, and his hair moved automatically without any wind.

Wan Jian returns to the clan!

Ever since, there was an extra river in the deep pool.

A river of swords.

The water in the pool was broken open, the waves were like snow, and the swords surged straight towards the wood, colliding with those fleshy whiskers.

Naturally, many swords were sacrificed along the way. After all, most of these swords were decayed and old.

Their swords were shattered and turned into fragments, floating like crumbs, and soon disappeared. However, each sword seemed very excited at this last moment and disappeared with a buzz.

It's like a person who has been humiliated and finally burned his life and found his own dignity.

They have also shown their sharpness with their masters in bright clothes and angry horses; they have also been unsheathed in the cold and drank hot blood.

They are trapped in this rotten wood, rotting away and losing their light.

But they are swords and a gentleman among soldiers. Even when they are old, they still have their own dignity!

Ji Que felt the intention of these swords, and his eyebrows were filled with sword intentions.

The surging Jian River was like a school of fish in the deep sea, spinning around Ji Que.

Ji Que leaned over.

The ancient sword buzzed, and the decaying sword edge collided with these tough fleshy whiskers with an aura that would have killed tens of thousands of people.

They were once trapped in these things and suffered terribly, but now, they chose the most decisive way to end things with each other.

Rather than living a rotten life like this and being consumed to death by this ghost, it is better to die proudly!

Each broken sword was like a brilliant firework, and the tough tendrils could not withstand such a decisive sword intent and broke one after another.

The fleshy whiskers on the body of the "Three Generations of Emperors" were retracted at this time, stacked one on top of another and squirming, as if they had an extra layer of terrifying armor.

Ji Que stood where he was and raised his head.

The group of swords wandered around him, cold and orderly, like the most solid barrier.

Qian Ji Sword once again emitted a faint blue light at this time, ready to move, and the same was true for those swords.

Because at this time, they also felt Ji Que's feelings.

Ji Que's intention is to make this thing in front of him disappear completely!

In the next moment, Ji Que took the lead and rushed forward, followed by a group of swords buzzing as they rushed forward.

The cold sword river began to swing, from round to straight, like a dragon waving its tail.

Those sword lights that flash from time to time look like bright dragon scales.

When Old Long, who was hiding in the distance, saw this scene, his pupils turned dim.

This Stegosaurus is enough to make it lose its color.

The next moment, Ji Que raised his sword, and the sword intent on his body suddenly rose from the ground, and the river of swords under him also roared out and rushed towards the "Three Generations Emperor".

The sword flies and shocks the sky, that's all.

The moment he approached the "Three Generations of Emperors", the hundreds of ancient swords led by him suddenly burst into flames, illuminating the dark water.

The sword swung in Ji Que's hand was a sword, the burning sword river was a sword, and the aura lingering around him was also a sword!

He has a close connection with Qian Ji Sword, and Qian Ji Sword leads the group of swordsmen.

At this moment, the entire space was filled with swords.

He has become a well-deserved king of swords. This ancient tomb has been completely taken over by the sword at this moment.

The roaring sword river first enveloped the body of the "Three Generations Emperor", rushed forward, and fell.

The fleshy whiskers that originally protected the huge body of the "Three Generations Emperor" began to squirm at this moment, trying to glue it together again.

But the burning ancient sword didn't give it such a chance.

Rumble, like the sound of a waterfall falling and scouring the river.

This is a torrent of steel composed of swords!

The group of burning ancient swords hit the "wood" and then bloomed, turning into a sea of ​​fire.

The pools of water were still around, but in an instant they turned into mist and dispersed in all directions.

In the sword fire, those fleshy whiskers were trembling continuously, curled up as they were burned, and made a crackling sound.

Ji Que stood in front of him, with the Qian Ji Sword in his hand stabbing in continuously.

The firelight illuminated his face, which was still full of sword energy.

After dozens of breaths, only a roar was heard, and the fleshy whiskers on the body of the "Three Generations of Emperors" suddenly collapsed and fell down, revealing its true appearance.

There really is a "person" inside those pieces of wood.

This man's face and body were covered with moss, like a damp old object, but his eyes were gleaming, giving people a sense of majesty that he dared not look directly into.

However, Ji Que couldn't control this. When he saw the other party's true appearance, especially his head, he became energetic.

Qian Jijian rushed forward with him and had already arrived beside this "real body".

Immediately afterwards, there was only a crisp sound, and the head of the emperor, who seemed to have not yet woken up, sank into his chest, shaking off countless moss.

As soon as the face on the chest appeared, Ji Que's "Righteous Strike" was activated again.

With a snap, the head sank and fell into the belly, and the belly button was squeezed open.

This "real body" has lost the protection of the fleshy whiskers outside and looks quite fragile.

With a bang, when its majestic head popped out of its butt, steaming white smoke was coming out of Ji Que's hands, and his skin was almost burnt.

At the same time, the swords that had been inserted into the body became more and more violent, tearing the body apart in an instant.

The burning sword fire spread, and these swords sublimated the wood with life.

As the green pond water poured in, these charcoal residues suddenly turned into countless black flakes and scattered in the water.

At this moment, Ji Que even smelled the smell of grilled squid.

Ning Hongyu swam up and stood with Ji Que.

Ji Que, on the other hand, shook his palms that were burned due to the backlash from the righteous attack, and looked in a certain direction.

The true energy surrounded him, isolating him from the pouring water.

Ji Que walked through the pond, followed by a group of swords, like an elegant swordsman.

This kind of elegance became the great fear in the eyes of the seriously injured old dragon.

In so many years, this is the second human being that has frightened him so much.

It swayed with its broken body and decided to run away.

"Want to run?"

Ji Que and Ning Hongyu reunited in an instant, brought Senhan's sword light, and chased after them.

With a muffled bang, the bodies of Ji Que and Ning Hongyu hit the old dragon's head heavily.

Looking at the dense eyes packed in their heads, the two knew that the dragon could not be kept.

So Ji Que's finger slipped, and Qian Ji Sword thrust out with the rest of the swords.

The old dragon was in pain, swinging its body wildly and flying upwards with a scream.

Beside Yanglong Pond, Emperor Sheng Yu and King Li looked at the deep pond with serious expressions. Suddenly, they noticed that there were countless ripples in the pond water, as if something was about to break out of the water.

"No way?"

Just as King Li's questioning voice rang out, a bang was heard, and a stream of water like a waterfall exploded out of the pond.

A dark black dragon knocked over a corner of the palace and soared into the sky.

In the darkness of the night, no one saw a young man wearing only underwear and a beautiful woman with relatively complete clothes standing next to each other, the swords in their hands being inserted into the dragon's head.

There were at least a hundred swords stuck on the head of this old dragon. As it flew into the sky like crazy, some more swords were shaken off.

However, every time it struggled at this time, it would bring pain like being cut into pieces, so flying became its instinctive action.

At this time, the dragon's head had almost split into two pieces, its tail was broken, and its body was covered with blood holes, with eyes squeezed out of the blood holes. It looked horrifying and miserable.

Blah blah blah

The old dragon flying in the night sky shed countless dragon blood like rain.

Some of the spilled dragon's blood fell on the clothes of the brothel girls, looking like some kind of strange oil, making them look even more seductive.

But what followed was a stench that made the girls scream and the guests immediately wilt.

The old dragon flew out of the capital, its body as huge as a city wall swinging discordantly, causing the surrounding air to surge like flowing water.

Some people noticed the movement in the sky, and of course the ones who noticed the changes earlier were the large and small practitioners in the city.

With a bang, the ghost dragon knocked down the sentry tower on the city wall and continued to fly.

Ji Que knew he couldn't let it fly around like this anymore.

Seeing that he had reached the outskirts, he thrust the Qianji Sword in his hand deeply and found a very thick dragon tendon.

Then the sword hummed and changed again, turning into a huge black clamp.

"rise!"

roar!

The old dragon's tendons were pulled up, and he couldn't help but let out a deafening scream.

The huge dragon eye was already dim and irrelevant at this time. It wanted to fall down and die, but Ji Que gritted his teeth, grabbed its dragon tendons and pulled it up fiercely.

When Ji Que used to watch movies, he often saw the scene where the pilot jerked the control stick to save the day, which was very cool.

Now, he seems to be doing the same thing.

At this time, the old dragon could no longer tell whether he was a flying dragon flying in the sky, or whether the terrifying person above was flying with it.

Its blood was almost drained, and half of its tendons were pulled out, floating around like ropes. There was absolutely no possibility of survival.

The old dragon struggled, instinctively wanting to get rid of Ji Que's shackles, but now that it was at the end of its strength, how could it still have such strength.

After that, there was a rumbling sound in the suburbs outside the capital, like the sound of countless muffled thunder rolling across the ground, and many houses were shaking.

This old dragon has lived for so many years and has been living in seclusion in the deep pool. This is the second flight of its dragon body, but it is also the last time.

In the process of falling, the old dragon neighed for the last time, and there was no blood left in the dragon's mouth to vomit.

In the end, it died on the outskirts of the capital. Its huge body smashed a deep ravine into the ground, and the ground rolled like waves.

And its huge body is like a towering city wall that suddenly appears here.

After Ji Que and Ning Hongyu got off the dragon, they both felt weak.

For Ji Que, dragon slaying had only appeared in the novels and animations he had read before, and he never thought that one day he would do such a thing himself.

Ning Hongyu's open left eye was bleeding, and she quickly wiped it clean.

They agreed that they were just going to check out the situation, but accidentally killed the dragon.

Naturally, the first ones to arrive here were the Emperor and King Li, who had been well prepared.

Their original intention was to keep this matter low-key, but unexpectedly, an old dragon Feitian died, and they were left low-key and lonely.

I'm afraid that within a day, all practitioners inside and outside the capital will know about this.

But looking at this dragon corpse that was exuding black energy and filled with eyes, they felt their hearts drop to the ground.

If this thing is not removed for a day, I'm afraid they will never be able to sleep or eat well.

However, Zai Shengyu thought that dragon slaying was his part, but he didn't expect that these two forward scouts did everything.

Sheng Yu took King Li to find Ji Que and Ning Hongyu. Looking at the pulled out dragon tendons, she couldn't help but sigh: "You are much stronger than I imagined."

Ning Hongyu did not take the credit and said: "This is all his contribution, I am just assisting."

Ji Que sighed: "It was just a coincidence and I borrowed some external help, otherwise I would have had a headache running away."

As he spoke, the flying swords that had been inserted into the dragon's head flew over one after another and floated quietly around him.

Hundreds of swords floated beside him like guards, forming a solemn scene that moved both the emperor and King Li.

"Is this the sword in Hanchi Palace?" the emperor thought.

The files that have been circulated record part of the structure of the Dragon-raising Pond. Among them is a palace called "Hanchi Palace", which is filled with swords collected by the third generation emperor from all over the world, but now they appear here.

One person can control a hundred swords, which is something that even the great master, Emperor Sheng Yuan, cannot do.

He can bind hundreds of swords with true essence silk and use them for offense and defense, but that only relies on the control of the sword by the true essence silk, not Ji Que's free sword control.

Ji Que looked at these swords and felt a little emotional for a moment.

There were thousands of ancient swords, but now only a hundred were left, and half of them were in a state of decay. It was no longer easy for them to float around him now.

He felt that he might not forget those swords for a long time, nor could he forget the scene surrounded by thousands of swords.

Perhaps, this is the only experience of wielding a thousand swords in his life.
Chapter completed!