Chapter 1007

The dragon scale in front of Ao vortex sent out a vast and thick force and formed a thousand li wave light, like overturning the water of the North Sea, which turned into a life-threatening blow and killed Fang Yun.

Lei Wu did his best to urge the strength of the king's observatory. The power of heaven and the power of the King became his strength, and his ancient sword monarchy radiated the momentum of the king of a country, divided into counties and Dingzhou Prefecture, as if it could unload eight people's congresses.

Two powerful forces kill Xiang Fangyun. Peng zouzhao's ancient sword takes leiwu's sword directly. The real name of the ancient sword is the first. The disaster is extremely fierce and short.

The death of a minor is fierce, the death of less than 20 is short, and the death of an unmarried person is broken. The three death forces are combined into one and meet the power of the king Observatory in an instant. However, Peng zozhao is also a scholar, and Lei Wu is also a great scholar. The power of the king Observatory defeated the real name of the ancient sword disaster in an instant, but its own power is also weakened by nearly half.

After that, there was a strange scene. The disaster of the ancient sword of the armless Han Lin Peng zozhao turned three with one sword, and the speed increased sharply. After sideways avoiding the ancient sword monarchy of Lei Wu, he hit 30 times in a row, and each hit of the sword tip was on the side of the ancient sword monarchy.

After a moment, the ancient sword monarchy made a pathetic sound and was forced to retreat.

Peng zozhao, the first sword of Hanlin, with strong skills and sword control ability, completely defeated the great scholar Lei Wu in tongue sword duel.

Later, Ao Huang joined hands with Zhang poyue to resist the attack of the Dragon King Ao vortex.

"With this dragon, you can't move Fang Yun cents!" Ao Huang drank.

Suddenly, a black torrent appeared in front and condensed into a giant axe that seemed to split the sky and the sea. The axe light rushed into the sky and split Fang Yun, and came to Fang Yun's head in an instant.

"The demons attack together! And they are guided by the ancestral gods!" Cai he shouted.

The reason why the demons can defeat the ancient demons is that the combined attack technique has made great contributions, and the combined attack technique led by the ancestral gods is more powerful and can be transformed into the shape of various gods.

But at the moment when the giant axe was close, the dark yellow dragon transformed by the emperor's war poem was fully formed.

The shape of this dragon is similar to that of the ordinary dragon family, but the strange thing is that its eyes have no eyeballs at all, but a constantly broken and recovering void, as if everything in heaven and earth could not exist in its eyes.

The Dragon looked up at the attack axe, and saw that the axe exploded into countless pieces, turned into a sharp wind, and only blew up a corner of Fang Yun's clothes.

Now, not only Ao Huang, but also the Dragon King Ao Wo and the two dragon princes recognize the dragon.

"Destroy the Yellow Dragon!" Ao vortex's voice trembled.

"Hum!" a voice sounded as if it came from the ancient times, "this emperor's war poem kills the world, but it is lack of imperial Qi and mediocre literary talent. It doesn't deserve to be a soul!"

An invisible force came, carrying the power of the holy way and proclaiming an edict on behalf of heaven, such as Tianwei and Jun's life, and fell on the broken Yellow Dragon.

"Ow..." only a foot long little broken Yellow Dragon screamed, and his scales burst, flowing out of dark yellow blood and falling on the wall.

The words of the Dragon saint of the West Sea broke the way to destroy the little yellow dragon!

All Terrans were stunned. The West Sea Dragon Saint did it himself!

Scholars all know that the West Sea Dragon saint is right. This poem is lack of imperial spirit, so it is difficult to directly ascend and transform the dragon. Its literary talent is mediocre, so it can not be handed down. Fang Yun obviously realized it in advance, so he wrote it with the blood of Ao Huang real dragon, but anyway, the Great West Sea Dragon Saint actually did it himself to press Fang Yun and block the transformation of the dragon in the position of dragon saint, It is tantamount to a king bullying a civilian.

Fang Yun scowled angrily, looked at the white shadow in the distance, and said with a spring thunder: "long Shengao disappeared, failed to seize his own things, colluded with demon barbarians, murderers, virtual saints and allies of the dragon family, and killed the soul of the dragon family with his own selfish desires. His crime should be punished! On the day of becoming a saint, he will take revenge!"

"Ben Sheng is waiting for you!" the huge white shadow in the distance slowly turns back, as if it no longer cares about Fang Yun and Ning'an city.

Ao Wo, the Dragon King, laughed and said, "Your Majesty the Dragon saint of the west sea will destroy the Yellow Dragon's longevity. If the Qi is weak and the dragon's blood is exhausted, you will die. I see what you take to destroy the demon man and me and leiwu."

Ao Huang shouted: "Ao min, you old turtle demon, old bastard! The broken yellow dragon is a legendary dragon. Our dragon family has never appeared, but it was destroyed by you this time. Are you worthy of the dragon family? Are you worthy of the ZuLong? ZuLong left his holy teeth to you. He's blind! Wait, old man. Wait until I'm canonized. I'll be the first to compete with you for the Dragon seat in the Xihai dragon palace! If you dare to fight Fang Yun again Come on, I'll force my dragon Saint grandpa to settle accounts with you in Xihai Dragon Palace and seal your Xihai dragon palace for 3000 years! "

The little yellow dragon was bleeding all over. He shouted at the West Sea Dragon in the distance. His voice was like a baby, which made people nearby very distressed.

The Dragon formed by imperial poetry will slowly dissipate between heaven and earth and wait for the next similar imperial poetry to condense. There were many imperial poetry shaped into the shadow of Jackie Chan in those years, but they failed in the end.

The demon man in the distance is ready to attack again.

He saw an elephant demon Hou of the ancestral God family laughing wildly and said, "kill the virtual Saint Fangyun, the demon family elephant Tu!"

Fang Yun looked at xiaohuanglong, who was wronged and angry, and looked up at the front. His eyes were full of killing intention, as if there was a sword shadow.

"I said that if you can turn the dragon, you can turn the dragon! The demon can't stop it, the Dragon King can't stop it, and the Dragon saint can't stop it! Since someone said that Fu Ju is more than enough to kill and lack literary talent, add an imperial poem with sufficient literary talent to help you turn the dragon!" Fang Yun's voice is colder than the cold wind and more majestic than the mountains.

When a holy page appeared, Fang Yun took out a drop of holy blood again and wrote words.

Picking mulberry seeds, Chongyang.

Life is easy, but heaven is hard to grow old. Every year, there is Double Ninth Festival. Now there is Double Ninth Festival. The yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is not like spring, but better than spring. There is a vast river and thousands of miles of frost.

This word takes shape. A yellow dragon's shadow swims in the holy page, destroys the little yellow dragon, cries out in surprise, drills into the holy page and becomes one with the dragon's shadow inside.

This word is not a war word and cannot become a war word of the son of heaven, but the first sentence directly points to the deadline of heaven and man, and a vigorous breath suppresses all sides. The subsequent "yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant" makes this word change its intention. It has the feelings of poets and the pride of soldiers, which makes the chrysanthemums in heaven and earth stained with different magnificence.

"The first half of this word is not murderous, but it is written on the battlefield. As the second half said, it is not like killing and cutting, but better than killing and cutting. It is like a boundless battlefield carrying the destruction of the Yellow Dragon! No wonder this poem can integrate with the destruction of the Yellow Dragon!" Zhang poyue was surprised.

"The autumn wind is strong, thousands of miles of frost, and yellow flowers are particularly fragrant. There is no murderous spirit and cutting, but the implied imperial spirit is more than ten points better than Fu Ju!"

"Fang Yun's opportunity to change is the first in history!"

"Fu Ju is full of destruction, but it can only destroy one place. The lofty sentiment of Double Ninth Festival is unparalleled, which can destroy thousands of dynasties! The combination of poetry and poetry is the real destruction of Huanglong!"

"Tenglong, the first poem of all ages, was born!" Ao Huang was very happy.

"If you only talk about intention, momentum and boldness, this word can be called the first word of Chongyang!"

Cai he immediately took a photo of the poem with his official seal.

"Sure enough, the talent is four feet and six inches, and the word becomes a town!"

"Oh..."

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