Chapter 212

"Brush."

Dongfang Shang's body flashed and rushed towards the candle dragon very quickly. A folding fan appeared in his hand, emitting a faint light. A pressure came from the folding fan.

"Xuanpin high-level treasure?"

Feeling the pressure and the constriction of the candle dragon's pupils, he didn't expect that there would be a Xuanpin high-level treasure in Dongfang Shang's hand.

"Whew."

Dongfang Shang fan moved the folding fan in his hand. For a moment, the strong wind turned into hundreds of wind blades and shot at Zhulong and others.

Feeling the sharp wind blade, the candle dragon's face changed. Without hesitation, he directly pulled the two dark Pavilion killers beside him in front of him.

"Elder."

They looked pale and shouted in horror. They didn't expect that the candle dragon was so hot and took them as a shield.

"Poof..."

The wind blade is terrible. It directly passes through the bodies of those dark Pavilion killers. These wind blades are made by Dongfang Shang, a strong soul forging state, urging Xuanpin high-level treasure. Their power is very strong. Even those martial arts practitioners in the nine levels of the pure body could not stop them. They watched the wind blades pass through their bodies in their frightened eyes.

Blood columns bloom in the night sky, and the rich blood gas diffuses.

The candle dragon's face was also a little pale, and then his steps to the ground, like a black awn, swept away from the courtyard. Now he really regrets why he accepted the task. I didn't see the target of the training task. I brought those men and killed them.

Those people were trained by their secret Pavilion at a great cost. It's very painful to lose one. But now he's dead.

Ancient customs are also secretly surprised. This is the perception of soul forging and essence body. Although the fighting power of the ancient style is stronger than that of the nine fold realm of the pure body, it is still not as powerful as that of the nine fold realm of the pure body, let alone the strong person of forging the soul.

If these people are dealt with by him, one of them may lose his life. After all, what he did a few days ago was an assassination, and these people besieged him, and he could only retreat.

"That old thing is really hot enough to use his own men as a shield." Gu Feng looked up at the candle dragon gradually disappearing into the night sky and said with some surprise.

Before the candle dragon, he didn't hesitate, which made him cold. Obviously, he had never done less before.

"This kind of person can't stay." in the eyes of Dongfang Shang, there was a gloomy color. This candle dragon was definitely a person who did everything to achieve his goal. Keeping him is not good for the city Lord's residence.

The other party is not only a strong person in the soul forging realm, but also a killer. This kind of person can't be prevented. Even he should be careful.

Dongfang Shang's face was dignified. He turned his head and said to Gu Feng, "Gu Feng, you stay here. You must protect the miss's safety. I'll go after that bastard."

The voice fell, and Dongfang Shang had already shot out like an arrow. The speed was as fast as the ancient wind.

The candle dragon ran wildly with his body method, and the strength of Dongfang Shang was beyond his expectation. Although he had run a long distance and couldn't even feel that someone was following him, he still didn't relax and was still running desperately.

"Asshole, it won't end like this," said the candle dragon gnashing his teeth. Dark Pavilion, the punishment for those who fail is very serious. Even as an elder, he can't avoid it. It is precisely because of this that in this short period of one hundred years, the dark Pavilion can slowly develop to today's level again.

"You can't go." Sen Leng's voice seemed to come from the nether world, which changed the candle dragon's face. Looking up, a middle-aged scholar in white stood in the air, the folding fan in his hand shook gently, and his eyes stared at him coldly.

At the same time, Dongfang Shang stepped lightly, and immediately he grasped the palm of his hand and waved the folding fan to the candle dragon. Suddenly, the spiritual power gathered and turned into a golden sword rain all over the sky, shooting down at the candle dragon.

"Split empty sword rain!"

Buzz!

The golden light flickered and the swords roared together. The world shook at this time. The strong momentum of the strong in the soul forging realm broke out unreservedly and rushed into the sky.

Looking at the thousands of sword rain shot down, the candle dragon completely changed color, and a black turtle shell appeared in his hand, engraved with mysterious and complex lines.

"Xuangui shield."

With a loud drink, the spiritual power in the body was madly injected into the shell that was only the size of a palm.

For a moment, the palm sized turtle shell was magnified for more than a few feet, and the lines on it flickered, covering the whole body of the candle dragon.

"Boom"

The sword rain fell continuously and hit the turtle shell. The fierce and unparalleled spiritual impact swept out one after another. The mountains and forests below were fatally destroyed, the trees were broken and the earth collapsed.

Under the constant impact of the sword rain, the Xuan turtle shield also trembled, the lines on it flickered, and then it became dark.

"Broken."

Dongfang Shang roared, and the whole person also shot down from the sky. The folding fan in his hand was like a long sword and heavily blasted on the xuangui shield.

"Click."

The moment the folding fan blew on the xuangui shield, the violent energy of the whole space was stagnant, followed by a crisp click.

A tiny crack in the candle dragon's frightened eyes quickly spread the whole xuangui shield. Dongfang Shang's arm exerted a burst of force, and the Xuan turtle shield completely turned into fragments and fell to the ground.

Dongfang Shang pulled the folding fan at the same speed and stabbed at the chest of the candle dragon.

"Let... Let me go." the candle dragon looked at Dongfang Shang in horror. Now it was too late for him to escape.

"Death." in the eyes of the East, the cold awn flashed and the forest opened its mouth. Stab the folding fan down with your palm.

"Poof."

Blood gushed, the folding fan penetrated the candle dragon's body and shot into the ground. The candle dragon's consciousness gradually blurred, and finally fell to the ground.

Take back the folding fan with a move. Dongfang Shang went to the candle dragon and groped on him. Soon he found a black token from his arms. The black token is engraved with "dark" on one side and "kill" on the other.

"Dark Pavilion, unexpectedly, these invisible mice." Dongfang Shang said with Sen Han's killing intention: "since you are also involved, you will completely disappear this time."