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In the Central Dragon Temple, all the nine-headed holy beasts linked by the lightning chains of life vomited blood.

The scales exploded, the chest collapsed, the legs were broken, the vine leaves were broken, the roots were dissolved... No matter how the shape changed, they all suffered serious injuries in a short period of time.

Thunder Punishment Tianlong is the most tragic.

Its body was ripped open by the fighting holy dragon, half of its organs were smashed, and even the heart, which was the source of life, was torn apart, like a broken spar, flowing with dreary blue blood.

"You... what did you do to me?!"

Thunder Punishment Tianlong was trembling all over his body, his eyes were dazed, and there was pain, but more of it was fear.

Instead of looking at Long Wuji, it tried its best to turn its head to look at the white-haired man.

I have never experienced anything like this since birth.

A human, a long sword, and five sword qi actually sealed its bloodline, weakening its ability by 90%? How can this be!

Even Zulong does not necessarily have this kind of power, it is too domineering and too bizarre.

Thunder punished Tianlong, closed his eyes in a trance and confusion, turned into a streamer, and escaped into the book of oath above Xuanyuanhou's head.

It's not dead.

Just a little bit!

In the early years, I ate a holy medicine, which could stop a disaster and break a life and death. I didn't expect it to be triggered in such a situation.

"It's really a pity that it couldn't be killed."

It is a pity to fight the holy dragon, but its movements have not stopped.

The same is true for Bai Wushang.

In a blink of an eye, under the leadership of Long Wuji, instead of chasing Xuanyuan Hou who was retreating rapidly, he came to a black stone dragon.

Raising the sword, swinging the sword, the divine light shone, and two buckets of dark golden sword energy, half a hundred long and thick, broke through the sky one after the other, hitting the target perfectly.

That is the Ruin Dragon.

In Xuanyuanhou's beast team, the other king of holy dragons.

It is also the most excellent and the most difficult to die in comprehensive defense ability.

A similar scene happened. The three-hundred-meter-long stone dragon, in the fear of his liver and gallbladder, saw his strength regress, the stone armor on the body disintegrated, and the dragon scales at the bottom lost their luster, like an old man who was dying. Only a decayed shell remains.

"boom!"

Long Wuji hugged it, smashed it, and the brute force erupted from his waist spread to his arms, easily twisting the ruined dragon into a twist.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The other seven behemoths in the link, vomiting blood, shrinking and shrinking, transitioned from moderate injuries to severe ones, and their vigor and spirit declined visibly to the naked eye.

"Shh-"

At this moment, a warhammer spun and flew, and the void distorted where it passed, leaving broken ripples.

The fighting holy dragon was alert, and gave up the repairing sword and the ruined demon dragon, and immediately protected Bai Wushang back a thousand meters, avoiding the earth-shattering hammer.

The Central Dragon Temple was originally free of such impurities as dust.

However, since the fierce battle, the earth is stained with blood, the bones are everywhere, and there are too many foreign objects.

As the hammer fell, the dust and smoke covered the sky and the sun, the entire space trembled three times, and one of the death veins bleeds from the seven orifices of the body of more than ten kings, and was actually shocked to death.

"I didn't expect that the factors that set me down for my defeat were not the fighting clan, nor the golden holy dragon, but the human race of the sinful race."

Xuanyuan Hou's faint sigh sounded, "It's really a blow to the head, it taught me a lesson..."

The surging air waves were forcibly dispersed.

The entire battlefield fell into a brief hiatus.

Even the Golden Sacred Dragon, Morrowind Giant Dragon, and Jimuchi Dragon, who had been fighting endlessly on the other side, had to restrain a bit of their power and look at the focus of the audience.

The handsome man with white hair like snow and translucent blue pupils was also wearing the unparalleled battle uniform that Longting had given him after he was promoted to the Holy Son.

From this point alone, Qingying, Mingzun, etc. can be stationed in the Dragon Lord, and his teeth are itching with anger.

But at this moment, they can't care about it.

The man in the spotlight, with a straight body and a pale golden sword in his hand, stood there, as if the emperor was going on an expedition, surrounded by the spirit of all directions, the moonlight and stars were constantly flowing, and the decorations were integrated into one. His noble aura seemed to no longer be that tiny weakling who could be stabbed to death with a single finger.

"This kid is so weird..."

As powerful as the Morrowind Dragon, he swallowed his saliva, his face full of fear.

Jimuchilong distanced himself from the Golden Sacred Dragon, stared at the stunned eyes, and muttered to himself:

"That sword... It seems like a long, long time ago, something similar existed..."

"Dragon Slaying Sword Spirit! This is the power of Dragon Slaying Sword Spirit!"

In the emptiness, a pale white dragon appeared, it was Taixu Gulong Long Xuzhu.

It took the holy medicine, but because the injury was too complicated, it couldn't recover to its peak at once.

Therefore, in the previous battle, it did not rashly intervene in the main battlefield, but with the help of the amnesty talisman, it has been wandering in the Great Holy Dragon Hall, looking for the disappearing ancient dragon pond.

Unexpectedly, the clues were not found, and he secretly peeked into the battle circle to witness such a shocking scene.

The connection of the nine holy beasts, supplemented by the superior blood sire, the lightning lock of life and many secret techniques, was less than a hundred rounds, and was directly attacked by the blood of the dead. The strongest spear and shield of the team were all defeated, and the remaining pets The beasts were also severely injured and basically lost their ability to fight.

What an astonishing result!

That was Xuanyuan Hou, who ranked sixth among the 108 Holy Dragon Guards and was known as the "Saint Envoy of Thunder Punishment"!

Combined with the vision of the Divine Sword, Taixu Gulong remembered an ancient legend, and couldn't help but tremble:

"He is the Dragon Governor! He has the privilege of obliterating and suppressing the blood of the Dragon Clan with the gift of the Dragon Clan's nemesis, Dragon Slaying Sword Spirit!"

"But how is this possible... That sword, didn't it perish in the battle of the sky, it has long since ceased to exist..."

"And... how could it possibly affect the King of the Holy Dragon?!"

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Except for some creatures of Dragon Emperor Island, there is no bloodline memory inheritance, and the knowledge they hold is too shallow.

The rest were all in a few words, and they burst out with incredible expressions.

"It is indeed the power of the Dragon Slaying Sword Spirit, and it is the only power that can weaken the bloodline first, causing huge injuries, and then divide it into nine parts, severely injuring everyone..."

There was no anger or panic in Xuanyuan Hou, only the gaze that fell on Bai Wushang had a strange color.

"Then... it's not He Jiuyang, who has the power of the sword spirit, who are you?"

Bai Wushang was slightly startled, then lowered his head and glanced at himself.

It turned out that he swung the Dragon Slaying Emperor Sword seven times in a row to cooperate with Long Wuji to defeat the nine-dragon encirclement.

His body was not injured, but the bloodline disguise given by the Nine Dragons Cauldron had a breach and was no longer perfect.