Suddenly, a figure directly blocked Cheng Qian's way, Cheng Qian didn't even think about it, a sword swept across, and the two sword qi collided in the air, the person who came was almost thrown out by his sword, and he shouted: "Senior. stop!"

It is You Liang.

Of course Cheng Qian saw clearly that it was him, but he didn't give any face at all. He had long seen that Tianyanchu's gang of shit stirrers were not pleasing to the eye, and planned to cut down all the dogs in the way.

In the blink of an eye, he chased after his second sword mercilessly, and the blade of the frost blade left a huge white circle in the air. You Liang did not dare to take it hard, and hurriedly stepped back to make way: "Senior wait, I know the formation. where!"

Cheng Qian glanced at him and sneered: "I never trust the dog in Tianyan."

"Senior Cheng!" The corners of You Liang's eyes turned red, "There are 30,000 defenders in the Taiyin area, and there are more than 100 disciples of the division that I brought, even if I am inferior to pigs and dogs, how can I helplessly watch them. Fall here!"

Cheng Qian paused, and after a while, he glanced at the young Jianxiu who was about to cry: "Lead the way."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Qian flicked his finger, and a dazzling white light flew out of his hand, and went straight to the clouds. Long Ye turned into a human form on the spot, raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, and looked indifferently in Cheng Qian's direction from a distance.

You Liang gritted his teeth, knowing that the task of catching the magic dragon in Tai Yin was impossible, and said cruelly, "Come with me."

After he finished speaking, he swung his long sword and swept a narrow passage, leading Cheng Qian dangerously along the way to the foot of Taiyin Mountain.

There were several corpses hanging on a big tree at the foot of Taiyin Mountain, and Youliang didn't reply, "It was these people who tampered with the Demon Slaying Formation without permission. I have already executed them, but this formation can no longer be stopped. Senior, please see-"

There is a huge vortex at the foot of the Taiyin Mountain, spinning sinisterly like a dark sea, sharp knives and sharp blades reappearing one after another in it, just looking at it from a distance, Yuan Shen Jianxiu like You Liang has already been taken by that The overwhelming killing intent was almost unsteady.

Cheng Qian took out a short knife from a corpse. The knife is a good knife. As soon as he started to get it, he knew that the charm on the handle of the knife was very beautiful, and it was also made by everyone.

He took the short knife in his hand and cushioned it, then poured real essence into it, and pushed the short knife into the maelstrom with eight-point force. The short knife whizzed away with the power of wind and thunder, but the next moment, only a terrifying "ding dang" sound was heard. The three-layered spell on the outside of the short knife disappeared in an instant, and the knife was twisted into a pile of scrap iron.

Steel is still like this, let alone a mortal body.

Cheng Qian's brows wrinkled, his palms turned over, frost began to hang on his body, and a ball of true essence swelled in his hands.

At this time, Yan Zhengming arrived, and when he saw this situation, he immediately stepped forward and slapped his palm from top to bottom, trying to suppress the group of true essence, and at the same time shouted sharply, "Take it back!"

Seeing that the savage real yuan was about to hit Yan Zhengming's hand, Cheng Qian hurriedly turned his palm and put it back into his sleeve, Yan Zhengming slapped it down, and stopped abruptly on the side of Cheng Qian's face, looking like a slap. To fight.

Cheng Qian stood motionless and said to himself, "If you really slap me, I'll be more comfortable."

However, Yan Zhengming's face changed a bit, and he finally put down his hand and squeezed a sentence from between his teeth: "Who gave you the courage to test the demon-slaying eyes like this!"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word, it looked like a silent confrontation, and Yan Zhengming was so angry that he was so angry.

There was a sneer not far away, and Han Yuan arrived at an unknown time. He had no taboos, and when he raised his hand, a bàonüè demonic energy shot out.

The demonic energy turned into a black dragon in the air, and when he raised his head, he swallowed the surrounding peach blossom miasma, and rushed towards the vortex like no one else was there.

The ground trembled, the eyes of the formation seemed to be provoked, the vortex suddenly doubled in size, and the sky was dark for a while, the wind turned into a knife and sand and a sword, the black dragon was suddenly caught in it, and Youliang was almost drawn into it, everyone's body protection All the true essences were cracked to varying degrees, so they had to retreat together.

Yan Zhengming: "This lunatic!"

Before he finished speaking, the black dragon whose demonic energy had condensed suddenly screamed and dissipated on the spot!

Han Yuan's face was ashen, his feet staggered a bit, obviously his injuries were not minor, but that's all, he still wants to make a fat man with a swollen face, and arrogantly rushed to You Liang with a smile: "Your ability to fight in the nest is unparalleled in the world, Han is really learning today. already."

Cheng Qian touched the True Dragon Flag in his sleeve and suddenly whispered, "Maybe I can try it."

Yan Zhengming glanced at him angrily, Cheng Qian showed the True Dragon Banner and glanced in the direction of Han Yuan quickly, Yan Zhengming was stunned at first, and then immediately understood.

The two exchanged glances, and immediately moved their hands at the same time.

Cheng Qian released the True Dragon Banner. He was not Bian Xiaohui's waste. The abundant True Qi was poured into the Dragon Banner, and the ancient divine dragon's soul chanted out, golden light, as if it was alive.

Dare Qing last time they were lucky enough to win the real dragon flag, not because the ancient dragon soul was weak, but because Bian Xiaohui who pushed the flag was too useless, the flag was out of his control as soon as it was unfolded, and it could only rely on the point attached to the dragon flag. Impure true essence supports the dragon soul, and it is still able to beat several great masters to that point.

What's more, it was Cheng Qian who urged the dragon flag this time.

Han Yuan was stunned at first, then realized what this thing was, and his face flashed with ecstasy for a moment.

Han Yuan was forced to take up the move, but unfortunately he had been injured by the Demon Slaying Formation before, and his strength was weak, and he was trapped by Yan Zhengming's sword for a while.

The Shenlong was born, and the Demon Slaying Array was very excited. Cheng Qian put away the frost blade and held the keel. The keel turned into a long spear in his palm. In the eyes of this destructive array.

Even with the dragon in front of him, Cheng Qian's chest was still stagnant with the killing aura coming towards him, and the whole body's protective essence was shattered in an instant. He held the keel spear in both hands and drew a circle on his chest. The Shenlong immediately rolled into a ball and surrounded him in the middle. The sound of steel colliding in his ears came one after another, and the sharp blades in the vortex of swords fell on Shenlong like a raindrop.

The auspicious golden light around the dragon soul dimmed in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Qian had no choice but to breathe a sigh of relief and pushed all the real essence of his body into the real dragon flag.

At that moment, it was as if he had not taken lightly or re-engraved a spell when he was a child. When he got up, his sea of ​​qi was almost exhausted, his meridians were unbearable, and his whole body was in pain as fine as a needle stick, but the dragon soul suddenly blazed, and the dragon opened his mouth, Spit out a pair of golden dragon balls.

The pair of dragon balls looked round and useless, but unexpectedly channeled spirituality, slammed left and right, and opened a narrow path in the vortex with difficulty, allowing Cheng Qian to see a shining thing in the center of the eye at a glance.

Cheng Qian has never lacked the bloody nature to crawl after seeing the target. At this moment, he did not care about the real essence that was about to dry up in his body, and jumped on the dragon's back when he had no strength to control the sword, and his body fell low. From the sword, light, sword and shadow, he forced his way through.

Cheng Qian's back was quickly covered with wounds of different depths and sizes. The whole person was like a fish on a chopping block. The dragon roared and drove in, followed by the dragon ball to the center of the eye.

Cheng Qian felt that he was at the end of his life, and he didn't care about identifying what the eyes were, so he picked up the spear and grabbed it directly into the palm of his hand.

With this grasp, there was an indescribable burning pain in the palm of his hand, and Cheng Qian couldn't help groaning on the spot.

Eye shift.

Hearing a loud bang, all the sharp knives that were densely covered in the surrounding turned around in an instant, rushing up to the sky slowly and then quickly.

Countless large and small pits exploded on the ground, and the demon cultivator and the cultivator from Tianyanchu who were trapped in the formation couldn't care about fighting any more, and their faces were filled with the rest of their lives.

At this time, the dragon slowly fell to the ground.

Cheng Qian didn't come up in one breath, and rolled down from the dragon's back.

Yan Zhengming left Han Yuan, and in a short while he was in front of Cheng Qian, he caught him, and before he had time to check Cheng Qian's injury, the surrounding peach blossoms fell down one after another and landed on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, a layer of fresh and tender texture was spread. The terrifying pink flower sea is growing like crazy.

Han Yuan snorted coldly, waved his hand and let out a ball of karmic fire, which burned the sea of ​​flowers into a charred blackness, and thick smoke filled the sky full of grievances.

The accident that made everyone stunned happened at this time——

The thick smoke seemed to startle something, a thunder fell from the sky, and then there was a loud noise from all directions, and saw that in the sky, starting from where the countless demon-slaying knives in the demon-slaying formation just now returned, a crack suddenly opened.

The crack gradually expanded, from the sky to the ground, as if the entire space was torn apart, and all the living and dead inside were involved in the crack.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Zhengming and Cheng Qian, as well as the True Dragon Banner, disappeared together.

Chapter 84

When Cheng Qian woke up, he found that the surroundings were very dark, and the sky seemed to be completely dark.

His first feeling was pain, then cold.

It stands to reason that he has lived on the edge of the ice pool for fifty years, and every bone in his body has been forged by the ice pool, and he should have lost his "cold" feeling. It's very weird here.

Different from the real cold and freezing, there seems to be a chilly, life-like coolness here, which is long and finely broken, and quietly drills into the cracks of human bones.

It seems to be a gentle killing intent that even copper skin and iron bones can't resist.

When people are here, their whole body becomes heavy, and if their mind relaxes a little, they will be entangled by the feeling of exhaustion and burnout.

Cheng Qian frowned, what the hell is this place?

With the frost blade still hanging on his waist, Cheng Qian moved his stiff fingers a little and found that the spear had changed back to the keel, and the dragon soul had returned to the flag, and the real dragon flag was being squeezed tightly in his palm.

Seeing that these two things that should not be lost are there, he is relieved.

Cheng Qian was about to get up, stretched out his hand to support the ground, but there was a sharp burning pain in the palm of his hand, and then he remembered the eyes of the Demon Slayer that he was holding in his hand.

However, when he raised his hand and looked at it, his palm was clean, not only did not have the charred flesh and blood he imagined, but there were not even half of a small scratch.