"Ten geniuses, line up to meet the enemy!"

With the loud shout of the elder Longwu Mountain, the ten geniuses burst out with vast spiritual power. They stepped on the star position, and stranded with magical auras. In the blink of an eye, there was a certain wonderful resonance between them. Strands of sword intent soared into the sky and turned into countless complex sword auras swept across the air, and the target pointed directly at the unscrupulous muddy.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Han Ning looked arrogant, and some of the methods of real dragons appearing around her. Suddenly, her palms raised and flipped, and a storm suddenly appeared in the sky. A golden light penetrated from the rolling clouds. It was a huge dragon claw that suppressed it, wrapped in a momentum comparable to dozens of ancient mountains, and directly suppressed the sword formation of the ten heavenly prides of Longwu Mountain.

The dragon claws were bright and the sword energy could not be resisted. They were all wiped out by the dragon claws. The next moment, the dragon's power was suppressed. The ten geniuses were all like they were hit hard and vomited blood. Even the weaker geniuses had begun to crack and blood was flowing. Under the pressure of the real dragon, they did not even have the power to fight back. At this time, they were as if they were dealing with some of the divine powers that were manifested by a real dragon. How could they resist?

"Everyone dies, a bunch of ants!"

Han Mian shouted loudly and kicked out his legs. Suddenly, a roar of mist swept out with a golden dragon tail. The void was crushed. Several cultivators who were the first to be hit were instantly shattered into a blood mist. This was a small magical power of a dragon swinging its tail. It could only be regarded as one of the small ways to intercept some of the real dragon's magic tricks, but it was so powerful that it had an invincible momentum!

...

"boom!"

The spiritual power radiated soared, and I appeared in the air. I held the golden pestle in my hand, and waved the dragon's tail with a wave of dragon power. The golden pestle was extremely powerful, and the sound of "chichi" continued. The Jiuma Mountain Painting Art that was carrying me showed an extremely divine power, directly destroying most of the power of the golden dragon power. With a "peng" sound, swept across the earth and swept out a blazing light to the cold.

A thunder broke out in the air, and the muddy dissolved the ray of air, with a stern look: "It's you again!"

I stood in front of the spiritual world with a golden pestle in my hand and covered in blood, saying, "Your opponent is me, come on, fight me!"

"That's the point!"

Han Mian sneered, soared into the air, and the battle sword slashed down with the fiery dragon energy!

The spiritual power was filled with radiance of light, and the heart of the Shuihan Sword was like a divine sword protecting the mind. I also rushed over and waved the golden pestle to fight against the Han Mud. As expected, as Nushan said, the golden pestle could suppress the dragon energy cultivated by the Han Mud. After fighting with the red war sword many times, the gray part of the surface of the golden pestle peeled off one after another, revealing its true face, and the whole body was fluorescent and golden light exuded an invincible momentum.

"Look at me to kill you!"

The cold muddy blew, the runes surged, and the strength increased layer by layer. Every time the battle sword was swung, the power of the real dragon was manifested. It was either a golden claw, a sharp tooth, or a huge tail with a strong armor blade that could shake the sky, bombarded the golden pestle again and again. In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for hundreds of rounds, until they were sweating profusely and covered in bruises.

The heart of the Shuihan Sword is flowing, and there are a few traces of axe on the surface rocks during the fierce battle. This is my grinding insight in the fierce battle. Only by fighting with a real master can I reach the peak and gain a glimpse of the true way of conquest.

The dragon power was raging, and the golden pestle could not be completely resolved. The injuries on the body were getting more and more, and there were crisscrossing scratches everywhere. Faced with the astonishingly powerful attack of Han Sand, the Moon Blade Battle Clothes and the Ice Soul Star Clothes could not withstand a few rounds and broke them. In the later stage of the battle, they completely rely on their own body to fight the damage.

Hanmian is not much better, and it is covered with sword marks. Although I used a golden pestle, the wisps of sword energy burst out from Shui Han's sword heart made him very uncomfortable. It was useless to use talismans to suppress his body. Shui Han's sword heart can still cause damage to it in an all-in-one way.

“Wow…”

I exhaled, and my blood and energy evaporated from my body, and in a blink of an eye it burned into a ray of light and penetrated into my body. This is a fighting method that burns blood and energy into power. Every spiritual practitioner will, but at this time it has become my life-saving magic weapon. In this way, it is a battle of attrition. Whoever can't stand it first will die.

Around me, a group of old men from Yunguo and Longhan were fighting fiercely, but they were paying attention to us from time to time and were ready to take action. Unfortunately, the combat area between Han Ning and I was too strong, and ordinary people could not get involved at all. The dragon energy was raging, and many people who tried to join were torn apart, which was extremely tragic. This was not a battle they could intervene. They could only wait for Han Ning and I to decide a victory or defeat.

...

"This trick will teach you to be wiped out!"

The cold suddenly retreated, and a piece of crystal fragments the size of a fingernail appeared on his palm, exuding pure dragon power.

"careful."

Nushan whispered: "This is so cold and crazy. He actually broke off a useless small part from the real dragon talisman to sacrifice the dragon soul. This is to use the soul power of the real dragon remaining in the real dragon talisman to kill you. Be careful, just use troops to build the mountain!"

"good!"

With a loud bang, Han Mian's nail-sized stalk bones burst, blood clouds were covered in the air, and the soul power of a golden real dragon appeared and rushed towards him, carrying a rolling dragon power, as if it was about to fill the entire space. Dozens of people around him could not dodge and directly exploded and died. Blood spilled all over the ground, Han Mian's face was covered with ferociousness, urging the real dragon's soul power, laughing: "Look at how you resist this time!"

The soul power of the true dragon comes with the power of destroying and destruction, and it is irresistible!

I dare not retreat, otherwise Xiao Muxue and others behind me would inevitably suffer. I gently stroked my palms in the air, and the sun shone brightly, and the soldiers cast a mountain and broke through the air. Obviously, the aura of this artifact seemed to be even more majestic and prosperous under the sacrifice of Nushan. There was a faint sign of evolution. Countless ancient divine weapons that emitted sacred aura formed a barrier to block the soul power of the true dragon.

“Push ~~~~~”

There were loud noises. If it weren't for the protection of the ban, the True Dragon Palace would have probably been blown to the sky.

"Take this time and attack him!" said Nushan.

I naturally captured this opportunity. I stepped on the ground and burst out countless runes from my body. Strands of sacred aura surged in the air, and finally condensed into a large golden character shrouded by the storm of mist. The font gradually appeared, and it was a huge character "kill". In the blink of an eye, the character "kill" was everywhere, and it suppressed heavily in the direction of the mud!

"boom!"

The cold mud retreated rapidly, covered with layers of golden runes, spitting blood on his mouth and hitting the wall. Then he stood up tremblingly, his whole body cracked, and countless terrible wounds were expanding. The Taihao scripture is known as "one word contains the power of heaven". The word "kill" contains the power of heaven, which is beyond the reach of a monk.

"Oh my God, Hanmin is defeated?"

"Impossible... Impossible, how could the peerless genius in Prince Mu's mansion be defeated?"

"King Mu is full of expectations for Han Ning..."

Everyone was stunned, especially the group of Yun Kingdom monks, each with complicated expressions.

...

The cold and violent coughed up blood, and the wounds in his body became bigger and bigger, but the whole person became even more ferocious. He laughed loudly, and strands of golden runes burst out from his body, turning into endless flames and covering the surroundings. The next moment, his arms exploded directly, followed by violent legs, which were shattered and broken under the power of the Taihao scripture.

"Chirky..."

In the flames soaring into the sky, there were roars of cold and tragic roars, but in the flames, there were wisps of runes intertwined, revealing the magic image of an ancient divine bird. The momentum suppressed the whole audience, making people sweat and feel a sense of horror between life and death.

"Not good..."

Nushan's voice became calmer: "This Hanmian seems to have mastered a Phoenix Technique. He no longer seals his body and allows him to be killed. This is to rebirth with the help of the Phoenix Technique Nirvana. You have to be careful. It depends entirely on yourself next. I can do nothing."

It seems that a million ancient fierce horses were trampling by my heart, and I couldn't help but complain. This is too bad. Didn't I say I want to help me kill Han San? Now Han San is about to succeed in Nirvana, but I also say that everything depends on myself. Is it really like this the goddess who has lived to this day?!

In the flame realm, the muddy aura not only did not weaken, but instead became stronger little by little.

Rebirth from the ashes, he is destined to be stronger.

Han Ning is really a peerless genius. He clearly wants to use my hand to complete his own transcendence and transformation. He is too bold. It is not a courage that ordinary people can have to transform themselves to a stronger level in battle.

Holding the golden pestle in my hand, I suddenly entered the virtual spirit world and rushed forward.

"What do you want to do!?" Nushan finally stopped calming down.

"Before he succeeds in Nirvana, kill him!" I said lightly.

"Haha..." Nushan smiled.

...

The Void Spirit Realm was also hot, and there were flames in the outside world constantly rushing into the boundary wall, which showed how powerful the power of this Nirvana was. If I came in from the real world, I would probably be burned to ashes.

At the core of the flame, he sat there quietly, his hair turned into fiery red, and there was a real dragon around him rotating. He closed his eyes and waited for the moment when Nirvana was successful.

But I am here, the golden pestle is wrapped in the divine power of the true understanding of the Battle Art. The nine horses around me are clamoring for the magic of painting mountains, and an endless momentum of conquest is spreading, ignoring all powerful enemies!

"What are you doing?" Han Ning looked up at me suddenly.

"I'll kill you."

The void seemed to have solidified, and the cold roared up, and the divine power of dragons and phoenixes bloomed all over his body. The surface of his body showed up with layers of tender and light gold dragon scales. If he really completed Nirvana, he would have a layer of real dragon body to protect his body. At that time, he might be able to shape a truly powerful body. No one in the True Dragon Temple can kill him anymore.

Ice Soul Nebula Slash!

The ultimate move was used, wrapped in a golden pestle, falling from the sky and suppressing it heavily.

"You're looking for death!"

Han Jian shouted loudly, and the power of a roar was like a roar of a real dragon. A flame rose into the sky. However, in this moment, it had already shattered the artistic conception of the Ice Soul Nebula Slash. However, Han Jian had not yet been able to be proud, and saw the sky holding the palm of my left hand, where the chaotic aura was lingering. The second golden word came out from the sky, and the smoke gradually dissipated, and a word "destroy" containing the power of heaven appeared!

The word "Destroy" became clearer and clearer, and I realized it in the bloody battle. Han Ning used this battle to nirvana, while I learned the method through this battle and successfully refined the second of the twelve words of Taihao's true scriptures.

The words "kill" and "destroy" roll and the sky power suppressed it.

In just a moment, Han Jian felt a great horror and shivered all over. He finally realized that he could not wait for Nirvana to succeed. Killing and destroying appeared, just like the will of the gods in the upper realm came.

The next moment, endless sense of oppression came, and the cold body began to shatter. In a blink of an eye, time turned into a blood mist. The Nirvana formation came to an abrupt end, the symbol was wiped out, and it ended directly.

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"laugh!"
Chapter completed!