Chapter 550

The ten Zhang dragon rises in an instant, stretches out in the air and blocks in front of the white God rainbow.

The dragon in Hualong sword finally unties the seal. Driven by the immortal utensil, the dragon soul merges with the true Qi and turns into a powerful dragon.

The Dragon roared up and chanted. If it is not for Jackie Chan who has not fully evolved, I am afraid that this dragon soul will break through the sky and go straight into the sky.

The dragon is the supreme existence. For tens of thousands of years, if there is a dragon, it will be a catastrophe. Therefore, for thousands of years, the friars of the Terran have often transformed their skills into dragon forms. Although the true Qi turns into dragon, it has the power of the dragon, which is heart breaking.

What is sealed in Hualong sword is a dragon. There is still a long way to go. If you give it thousands of years of practice, you should have a chance to rise into the sky, grow five claws, turn into a real dragon, call on the wind and rain, and break through the clouds.

The soul of Jiaolong is sealed in Hualong sword, and its strength is only 60% of that of the peak soul. In addition, there is no physical cultivation, and the cultivation is much lower.

However, even so, it is not that the monks in the golden elixir can resist it. The phonemic heart is the top monk in the golden elixir realm. His real strength can fight against the two and three ancestors of Yuanying realm. However, in the face of such a dragon soul, it is still in a desperate situation.

The Dragon roared and bit off the white rainbow. It bit the white rainbow and then tore it. The white rainbow turned into pieces, leaving a shadow in the air.

A piece of light and shadow returned to the phoneme heart's hand, and the white silk scarf became dull and full of holes. It was inconceivable that a piece of immortal ware was bitten and destroyed by Jiaolong Xuying.

The dragon made a slight turn in the air and looked at Yin Su Xin. Then he heard only a murmur from cangye. Ten Zhang dragon rushed down, opened his mouth and bit at the phoneme heart.

"Dare you, boy."

Yan Rushui looks in the eye, big anxious. The body twinkles and goes straight.

Just at the moment when she was about to rush out, she saw Cheng Yuewen raise his hand and wave his hand, and his genuine Qi gushed out, forming a transparent wall in the air, blocking Yan Rushui's rescue.

The Dragon rushed down with great speed. Yan Rushui's speed naturally saved the phoneme heart, but it was blocked by Cheng Yuewen. Although the wall made of genuine Qi can only stop her from taking a rest, this breath makes Jiaolong's virtual shadow rush to phoneme's mind and body and bite it down with big mouth.

Yan Rushui is in a great hurry and wants to rush, but Cheng Yuewen blocks her again.

"Yan Rushui, you dare to intervene?" Cheng Yuewen angrily shouts, although he knows that as long as Yan Rushui saves the phoneme heart, then this battle will be regarded as his victory.

However, what he wants is not only to win this competition, but also to destroy the younger generation of Shenxiu palace. The phonemic heart is the second of the younger generation in Shenxiu palace, second only to Shu Anshi. If she can be severely damaged, how can Shenxiu palace compete with the misty sect in the future? At least in this battle for the secret collection of saints, Shenxiu palace will have one less powerful disciple.

"Tianyunzi, save Suxin for me. I can promise you a request." Yan Rushui big hate, looking at tianyunzi angry voice to shout.

Tianyunzi took a look at her and said with a smile: "Yan Rushui, you are too worried. Maybe you and I don't need to move."

Yan Rushui and Cheng Yuewen were stunned and then looked into the air.

But see ten Zhang dragon virtual shadow stopped in the air, hard to stop, and did not go straight down.

On the top of the phoneme heart, however, there is an ancient Qin. The sound of the instrument is melodious and floating.

"Jindan FA Xiang?"

Yan Rushui is stunned. She remembers that the phoneme heart has not condensed the golden elixir. Why does such a Guqin appear at this moment?

The Guqin is about ten meters long, so it is suspended on the top of the phoneme heart. The strings vibrate slightly, just like the sound of heaven coming.

The sound of the piano is melodious, but it has a sense of vastness. I don't know whether it's the sound that makes Jiaolong virtual shadow dare not attack, or whether the phoneme heart has other means. In short, the dragon's virtual shadow hovers in the air, and it really doesn't attack again.

"I didn't expect that the girl of Suxin had condensed the golden elixir and that she was still in tune. It was incredible." Yu Qingzhi, the leader of Shenxiu palace, is surprised and smiles on his face.

"When the temperament enters the Tao, the Guqin is condensed as the FA Xiang? Why don't I know? " Yan Rushui looks at the Guqin on the top of the phoneme heart. For a moment, he doesn't know what to say.

Yan Rushui thinks that only by improving the realm and cultivating stronger power and magic power is the king's way. Magic and martial arts skills are the foundation of foothold in this world. As for music, chess, calligraphy and painting, they are not popular and are not worth spending time studying.

However, at the moment, her mood is extremely contradictory. If it wasn't for her phonemic heart to cultivate the Qin Dao and condense into the golden elixir, she would have been severely damaged by the Dragon Xu Ying, or even killed directly.

However, the idea just flashed through my mind and was instantly replaced by anger.

Yan Rushui thinks that if the phoneme heart didn't study Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, her cultivation at the moment could at least compete with the four masters of yuanyingjing, or even wuchong. She will definitely surpass Shu Anshi and become the leader of the younger generation of Shenxiu palace.However, she spent a lot of time studying the music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although the golden elixir Dharma has been condensed at the moment, she has entered the Tao with rhythm, putting the cart before the horse. In the future, I'm afraid that the practice will become more and more difficult, and the gap between him and Shu Anshi will become bigger and bigger. Even several other disciples of tianyunzi will surpass the phonemic mind.

Yan Rushui is more and more angry, his eyes coldly stare at Yin Su Xin, but he also knows that this is not the time to reprimand. The competition between the two has not been completed, and the victory or defeat has not been scored.

"Yan Rushui, if you intervene again, don't blame me for being rude." Cheng Yuewen's voice sounded in his ear.

As if a drop of water fell into the oil pan, Yan Rushui's accumulated anger broke out immediately.

"Cheng Yuewen, what do you say? Do you really think I dare not start with you? Vice patriarch? I'd like to see if you, the deputy leader of the ethereal sect, can leave my Shenxiu palace alive. "

Yan Rushui step out, the eyes of the fine miscarriage of fire, at any time to start.

Cheng Yuewen obviously didn't expect Yan Rushui to be so excited. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then he was furious. Let's not say that he is the vice leader of the misty sect. Just now Yan Rushui's move to block the competition is enough to teach her a lesson. At the moment, she is so provocative. If she gives in, how can she walk in the Empire of Qin in the future?

"Yan Rushui, are you serious?"

"Naturally, let me see what you can do." Yan Ru's water-cooled hum, a clear voice in his hand sounded, and the blue sword appeared.

Cheng Yuewen is the same, light and shadow, two swords in his hand.

"What are you two doing? Don't you put this seat in your eyes? "

The voice of Yu Qingzhi, the leader of Shenxiu palace, sounded with dignity in his eyes. The towering pressure seemed to cover them with substance.

Yan Rushui and Cheng Yuewen only felt a sense of vastness that covered them, and there was a faint fear and despair in their hearts.

Both of them were shocked. They didn't expect that Yu Qingzhi's accomplishments were so powerful. Both of them are masters of the six levels of Yuanying state, and there are not many people who can compare with them in the whole Qin Empire.

Since then, Yu thought that the two masters of the palace had not been able to show his majesty.

At this time, Yan Rushui knew that she was wrong. Her master brother's accomplishments had reached the seventh level of yuanyingjing, just like tianyunzi. She was afraid that she was not far away from the fairyland. As long as there was a suitable chance, she would step up to heaven and transform into an immortal.

Cheng Yuewen's vest was full of cold sweat, and his heart was terrified to the extreme. Although he knew that Yu Qingzhi would not kill him, the pressure shrouded in his heart, which made him tremble. He could not remember how many years he had not met the pressure that made him tremble. He thought that only a few elders and lords of the ethereal sect should have such prestige, but he did not expect the Lord of Shenxiu palace Yu Qingzhi also has such a divine power.

Yan Rushui and Cheng Yuewen look at each other, and the impulse in their hearts subsides instantly. They step back consciously, and their eyes fall on cangye and phoneme heart standing in the air.

"Jindan FA Xiang? The piano way The long sword in cangye's hand trembles slightly, and the ten Zhang dragon in the air immediately gives out a high pitched howling sound.

"I don't want to fight you, so how about a tie?" The heart says.

"Draw? Are you sure you can compete with my dragon shadow Cang Ye sneers and points to the sword in his hand. The dragon circling in the air makes an attack.

"You dragon is the shadow of the soul. The Qin Dao I have cultivated is unique in attacking the spirit. Just now the sound of the instrument contains the power to pierce the spirit. If you don't believe it, you can try it." Phoneme heart light said.

Cangye's face changed slightly. He pondered for a moment. Then he looked at the dragon and the ancient Qin. Suddenly he sighed.

"Well, I'm not sure that I can win this battle. But if you want to win, it will be a draw according to elder martial sister Yin's proposal."

The phoneme heart smiles slightly, nods and says: "so good, you and I don't hurt the harmony. Thank you, younger martial brother cangye."

With that, the phoneme heart stands with a smile, removes the Guqin on the top of the head, and then turns to look at the Shenxiu palace master and salutes slightly.

"The first battle between Suxin and cangye's younger martial brother will be regarded as a draw, and the palace master will make a ruling."

The master of Shenxiu palace is smiling. If it is a draw, then Shenxiu palace will be invincible. If you lose the last game, you will lose. If you win, you will lose. If you win, you will lose, and if you win, you will have no reason to ask about the distribution of the secret collection of saints.

At present, Yu Qingzhi would like to agree with his forehead.

All of a sudden, he eyebrow tiny pick, angry voice to drink a way: "rat generation dare you."

But on the challenge arena, cangye's sword vibrates, and the dragon's shadow in the air rushes up. In an instant, he comes to the back of the phoneme heart and smashes it hard.

Sneak attack, cangye actually in the phoneme heart thought has ended the situation to hand!

How shameless!

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