With a crisp sound of "clang", Long Junchen's Pangu axe and the majestic sword aura collided with no fancy. In an instant, rocks splattered, dust gradually rose, the ground cracked, the lake water was overwhelming, and the trees around him were broken by violent energy ripples, making a crisp sound of Carrara. Only when Long Junchen shouted, the dragon pattern blood in his body seemed to be rolling in the steel solution in the furnace. He struggled to support Pangu axe, breaking through the powerful aura lock, and facing the indomitable sword force.

Those were just a few sword lights, very simple sword lights. Long Junchen took it without any surprise. However, a scene that shocked Cui Liewo happened. After he had always thought that Long Junchen had extraordinary strength, two wisps of blood were shaken out of his eardrums, and two wisps of bright red slowly dripped down his earlobes. His hands were trembling with Pangu axe. The domineering power was transmitted to Long Junchen's nerves through the axe body of Pangu axe, and it still stirred Long Junchen's meridians. At this time, Long Junchen looked at the person holding the long sword opposite in shock, trembling with his hands incredibly.

"Dragon Death Club?" Long Junchen gasped and wiped the blood on both earlobes with his hands. The fight just now seemed ordinary, but Long Junchen knew very well that he had used almost 70% of his strength to take the opponent's stroll.

With such cultivation, such domineering sword light, and such decisive murderous intent, Long Junchen has never seen this person before. With such cultivation, he can still be unknown. Either the old monsters who devote themselves to practicing Taoism in the Daze territory, or the masters or elders secretly hidden by some mysterious forces. However, people with this ability generally do not attack Long Junchen casually. Now in ancient ruins, everyone has too little time to find treasures. How could they have the leisure to stay here to find Long Junchen? Is it really a deep hatred with Long Junchen?!

Long Junchen couldn't figure it out, and he thought about what happened recently, then looked at Cui Liehuo on the side, probably figured out the other party's way. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be the Dragon Warrior Club, which had a deep grudge with them, the dragon guards. Even though these guys had never met, the cold smell and the inherent hostility aura made Long Junchen probably clearly distinguish.

Long Junchen looked at the broken stone path, the trees raised by the roots, and then at the person holding a long knife opposite him, and a slight mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Why, I'm so anxious to attack me? Shouldn't you go and take care of the Demon Dragon's Fall first? That thing should be more valuable than me." Long Junchen's words were half provocative and half tempting. The person on the other side didn't say anything. He just replied with a shrill smile that was too far away from the eyes, narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Don't test me, I'm a member of the Demon Dragon's Fall. As for the Demon Dragon's Fall, you don't have to worry about it. We will naturally send someone to get it. Now, you should still worry about your own life."

As soon as the words came, the man holding a long sword tapped his toes and his figure slid out of a very graceful arc like a falcon out of the cage. The long sword splashed with snow was like a dark arrow, and the assassin slashed at Long Junchen with the soul-devouring sword.

Long Junchen looked at the man's swaying figure, took a deep breath, no longer intending to retain anything. The dragon-patterned bloodline on his body began to mobilize rapidly, and the domineering dragon power in his body continued to overflow. The snow country, the heavy snow became more unscrupulous. The lake water boiled, and the ice layer covered with it. The blue bricks trembled slightly, and the stones on the city wall fell uneasy. The vitality of heaven and earth in the entire snow country seemed to be absorbed by Long Junchen and merged into his hands holding the Pangu axe tightly.

At the same time, the guy who had Zen and realized Buddhism also moved. When the soul-devouring sword rushed to the general, the rosary in his hand shook, and his figure turned into a blue smoke and disappeared. Cui Liehuo had been observing the movements of the battlefield and was also alert to the person from the Dragon Flying Society. Just as the man disappeared, Cui Liehuo had a palm and a long stick appeared on his right hand. Although the dragon stick was not an ancient magic weapon, it was also made of dragon blood. For Cui Liehuo, it was also a weapon that was worthy of.

The rosary shook in the air, and several golden lights turned into several fierce golden swords, which stabbed Cui Liehu's head. Cui Liehu's palms were thrust out, and the dragon stick rotated at high speed in front of him, forming a round shield, colliding with the golden swords, making a series of crisp sounds.

Cui Liewo made a move, and the battle on Long Junchen officially kicked off. Long Junchen held up Pangu axe high, and the shadow of Pangu behind him came into the air, like a martial god looking down on the world. Long Junchen slashed Pangu axe heavily. It was this attack in the air that made the sky above suddenly clear. The snow clouds that had been lingering from last night to the present disappeared in a very short time, revealing the blue blue sky. The blue sky just flashed away. However, at this moment, countless thunders fell from the sky and bombarded Pangu axe. This was the thunder of tribulation.

The sky was covered by snow clouds again, and Pangu Axe slashed at the man opposite with a crackling electric current.

This person is named Yi Daoxing, the Northern Domain Knife Saint. The knife in his hand is called Pingtian Knife. With one knife, you can do it to pacify the world!

Yi Daoxing looked at Pangu's axe with a charge of force like wind and thunder, and no strange color appeared on his face. He was extremely calm, and his whole body stood straight like a long sword that was pouring snow.

But his figure seemed a little vague and uneasy under the wind and thunder. A trace of redness began to boil on Long Junchen's face, and his pupils seemed to be ignited by fireworks, becoming fanatical and crazy. He shouted violently and let out a roar similar to a dragon roar!

There was no sound of falling snow, but there was falling snow and blizzard. The snow was scattered in the snow country. As always, thousands of beasts were crying, heart-wrenching, fleeing everywhere, desperately towards the cave or the top of the mountain. The undead began to tremble, but many powerful people in the snow country stopped because of this dragon roar. Yes, it was the dragon roar again. This was the second sound. Could it be that this time, the dragon clan really came?!?!

When Yi Daoxing heard the dragon roar, his face, which was originally silent, finally changed color. He whispered softly in a voice that he could only hear: "It seems that the information above is indeed correct. In the ancient ruins, there is a dragon protector with extremely pure blood. It is probably the guy in front of me. This dragon roar really makes me unable to tell whether this guy is a human or a real dragon?"
Chapter completed!